**Caught in the Act**

I never thought I’d be this stupid, but here I was, sitting in the back of Professor Calloway’s lecture hall, my dick in my hand under the desk. The girl in front of me—Lena, with that perfect round ass she always squeezed into tight jeans—had been driving me insane all semester. Today was no different. She shifted in her seat, her hips swaying just enough to make my cock throb.

I had a whole folder of pics of her ass on my phone, taken discreetly when she wasn’t looking. I knew it was risky, but the rush was too good. And right now, I was so fucking hard I couldn’t help myself. I unzipped my jeans, pulled my cock out, and started stroking slowly under the desk, watching her move.

Her jeans hugged her ass so tight I could practically see the outline of her panties. I imagined peeling them off with my teeth, spreading her cheeks, and shoving my tongue deep into her cunt. My grip tightened, my thumb brushing over the tip of my dick, smearing pre-cum. Fuck, I was leaking already.

Then, just as I was really getting into it—slow strokes, my breath getting shallow—she turned her head. Her dark eyes flicked back, right at me.

Shit.

I froze, my cock still in my hand, my face burning. Lena’s eyes dropped, and I saw the moment she realized what I was doing. Her lips parted in shock. My heart hammered.

Instead of yelling, though, she smirked. A slow, dirty curve of her mouth. Then she turned back around, but not before shifting in her seat just enough to give me a better view, her ass pressing against the desk like she *knew*.

Fuck.

My dick jumped in my hand. Was this really happening? I glanced around—no one else was paying attention, just scribbling notes while the professor droned on.

Then Lena did something even crazier. She reached back, under her own desk, and *touched* herself. I could see her fingers sliding between her thighs, teasing the fabric of her jeans. And fuck me, she was looking at me again over her shoulder, watching me watch her.

I groaned under my breath, my strokes speeding up. I couldn’t stop now. Not when she was getting off on this too.

Her lips moved, barely audible. *“Keep going.”*

That was all it took. My balls tightened, my cock pulsing in my hand as I came hard, biting my lip to keep quiet. Thick ropes shot onto my jeans, my stomach, my fingers sticky with it.

Lena watched the whole thing, her fingers still working between her legs. Then she leaned back slightly, her ass pressing into the desk, and whispered, *“You’re cleaning that shit up, Cris.”*

I was fucked. And I didn’t even care.