I hate history class. It's so boring. The professor has to be in his 70s, barely has enough voice left to be audible and might as well be cosplaying as 'old professor' in his ancient sweater vest and slacks as he just clicks through slide after slide while mumbling. Why do I even need this? It's just names and dates and useless facts. I feel like I'm watching the history channel - Cold War, Iraq War, Napoleon, Egypt, Pyramids... Nothing useful. I'm struggling not to just fall asleep, but thankfully, I sat next to Mike in the front row. I can feel my lower lips heat up a bit as I glance at him and his lean musculature. He isn't buff per say, but he has some nice, lean muscle for a 6 foot guy and that's really a whole lot more interesting to look at than history slides. He's having just as hard a time as I am to concentrate on the class too, visibly. My jeans bunched up a bit and I fidgeted a bit trying to get more comfortable.
"Something wrong?" I ask in a whisper after I hear Mike gasp. He's staring wide eyed at the professor. Did I miss something interesting happening? I turn back to look, glad my short hair didn't need fixing, but I can't figure out why he's suddenly so interested. Same old slides, same old teacher in her ankle length 60s style dress. She fiddles with the computer for a second, then stands up, finally having gotten the mic to work, not that she needs it. Unlike some teachers, this one can't be more than 40 and still has a decent voice. She rolls her shoulders a bit as she clicks onward, which might at least have been interesting to look at if she wasn't flat as a board top and bottom. Her knee length skirt and blouse aren't really doing much for her anyway.
"What is it, big guy?" I asked again quietly, but Mike still won't respond. His attention is fixed on the teacher, but I still don't see what's so interesting. She licked on the phallic remote to advance to the next slide, then gesture with the glans-mounted laser pointer, having a seat sidewise on the desk, unfortunately turning so we no longer have a good view of her full, bouncy 30 year old ass; she must work out a lot to keep it tight enough she feels comfortable wearing a mini-skirt to teach.
"Mike, what is it?" I say again, reaching across to caress his biceps with my manicured hands. His 6 incher is bulging in his jeans in Ms. Cummings' class again! As he is about to turn towards me, the teacher breaks in.
"Is there something you want to share with the class?" she asks, waving the laser pointer at us emphatically, stretching her blouse tightly over her modest B cup tits, outlining them as she points accusingly at us. "If you have something to say, I am sure the class would be interested," she adds, standing and tapping her feet, arms crossed under her firm C cups, practically presenting them to us with just a hint of cleavage in her low cut t-shirt.
"No Ma'am, no problem," I replied, embarrassed, as the class had a laugh.
"No, uh... Ma'am... Nothing... nothing wrong..." Mike put in.
"Well then, I trust I can continue," she replies, hand on hips, probably not realizing how this pose thrust her firm D cups out for the whole class to admire in her midriff baring halter top. She has some fine abs, I have to say. She taps her foot again impatiently, the vibrations making her DD cups wobble mouth wateringly in their diaphanous silky lingerie bra cups, then turned back to the screen and deepthroated the phallic remote to switch slides.
"Everyone please take a look at this graph," she continued. I tried to look like I was paying attention, but I lost her again. It's just so boring. Yes, I know cock size is normally distributed about 8 inches, I don't need a lecture on average diameter, I literally have a boyfriend to show me that (even if Mike's above average). I shifted slightly to flatten out my skirt under me, as it had bunched up a bit, and stretched. I glance back at Mike, who's looking shocked at his thick 11 inch cock standing at full mast. How is he still impressed over it when he's the one owning it? Granted, I've been riding and getting railed by that beast for a few months now and I'm still in awe so I guess that's fair.
Still, if the teacher sees him like that, he's going to get caught, so I whisper a bit louder "Mike, are you ok?". I finally get his attention, but he looks shocked, staring....