**Chemistry Class**

I sat in the back of the classroom, pretending to take notes while my eyes kept drifting toward Nandini. She was bent over her desk, scribbling something, her tight jeans stretched over that perfect ass. Her long hair spilled over her shoulder, and every time she flicked it back, the scent of her strawberry shampoo hit me like a drug.

We’d been flirting for weeks—brushing hands in the hallway, lingering stares during lectures. Today, it felt different. The teacher had stepped out to take a phone call, leaving the class in that rare, unsupervised quiet. Nandini turned her head slightly, catching my stare, and bit her lower lip.

*Fuck.*

I palmed my dick through my jeans, already half-hard. She smirked, then stood up, walking towards me like she owned the place. The way her hips swayed was unfair. She stopped right in front of my desk, leaning down so her cleavage was right at eye level.

“You’re not paying attention,” she murmured.

I swallowed hard. “I am. Just not to the lecture.”

She smirked again, then dropped her voice to a whisper. “Follow me.”

I didn’t hesitate. The second she slipped out of the classroom, I counted to five before following. The hallway was empty, and she was already disappearing into the chemistry lab—our usual spot for sneaky make-outs. But when I pushed the door open, she wasn’t waiting by the desks.

She was sitting on the teacher’s desk, legs spread, fingers tracing circles over the damp spot on her panties. “Lock the door.”

I did, my cock throbbing against my zipper. She hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled them aside, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned, crossing the room in two strides. I grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk, and dropped to my knees. She gasped as I buried my face between her thighs, licking a hot stripe up her slit. She tasted sweet, like salt and honey, and I groaned against her clit, flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh god, Manik,” she whimpered, tangling her fingers in my hair. Her thighs trembled as I sucked her clit harder, slipping two fingers inside her. She was so fucking tight, her walls clenching around me, and I curled my fingers just the way she liked.

“I’m close,” she gasped, rocking against my mouth.

I didn’t let up, licking and sucking until she arched her back with a broken moan, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. She tasted even better when she came, and I licked up every drop before standing up to unzip my jeans.

Her eyes locked onto my cock, already leaking pre-cum. She licked her lips. “I want you inside me.”

I dragged her to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wider. She was still wet, her cunt glistening, and I lined myself up, pushing in slowly.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I gritted out, my cock stretching her.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Deeper.”

I slammed into her, fucking her hard against the desk. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the empty room, mixed with her gasps and the creak of the desk under us. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I drove into her, her pussy gripping me like a velvet vice.

“You feel so good,” she breathed, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her onto me harder, my balls slapping against her ass. The pressure built fast, my cock throbbing, and she clenched around me.

“Come with me,” I growled.

She cried out as her second orgasm hit, her pussy fluttering around my cock. That was all it took—I buried myself deep, unloading inside her with a groan.

We stayed like that for a second, panting, my cock still twitching inside her. Then the bell rang.

She smirked, pushing me back gently. “Better get to class.”

I laughed, tucking myself back in. “Best fucking lecture ever.”