I pulled her by the wrist into the bathroom across the hall from the computer lab. It was nearing two A.M., and everyone else had long since left. I walked to the middle of the bathroom, my cock already up and attentive. We were both nervous, yet both excited at the same time.
I push her to the middle of the room.
“Alright, now on your knees.”
She laughs, and says, “I don’t think. Drop the pants first kid.” I grab a hold of her hips and shove her up against the wall playfully, my cock grinding against her leg through her skin tight jeans. It feels good to rub it against her. I hold my face a mere inches from hers, and then kiss her on the lips hard. I worm my tongue into her mouth, and soon we’re exchanging saliva. I break the kiss.
“We do things my way. Now first, off with the clothes.” I grab a hold of the bottom of her hoodie and practically rip it off of her. My hands immediately travel back down to the bottom of her blouse, and before she has time to react, I remove that as well.
She is now standing there in only a bra and pants, so maybe now I should take the time to describe her appearance. She’s one of those girls who’s not too tall, yet not too short. She’s Jordanian, so her skin is naturally tanner than most. Her black hair has been put up into a bun (at my request), and she has one of those perfectly balanced bodies of not-too-skinny yet not-too-fat. She has DD boobs, and has told me before that she waxes everything. Apparently she isn’t too fond of hair on anywhere but her head.
After briefly playing with her boobs through her bra, I decide it’s time for the good stuff.