I didn’t want to lose this job or screw things up between us. As far as I knew, she was sober, although sleepy. Insecurity made me want to ask if sh...e was sure, to be certain I understood what she wanted. But the wrinkled lips peeking out from the divide in her smooth mound were too tempting.Slipping my hand between her thighs, I slowly slid upward. Her legs parted slightly, giving permission to proceed. It wasn’t the first time I had massaged a woman and given a happy ending; despite never. This was the moment I had dreamed about the last few weeks. He pulled his shirt off then mine, revealing his smooth body, I could see his cock poking over his waist band and I knew I needed to get it out before he changed his mind. As if he read my mind, he gently pushed on my shoulders and down I fell, to my knees. Pulling his jeans down with his boxers, I revealed his 7inch cut cock.Not having much experience with cock, except my own, I grabbed his shaft in one hand and sucked on his cock. NOT in the 'relief' chair, but in his regular place in class. Whoa. That is strange.Many of the girls went out of their way to pass by his desk and gave him a lingering touch. It hit me all at once: they were teasing him. So I walked past him, too, and took my chance to feel the flat planes of his chest muscles. Nice. I even gave one of his nipples a little pinch, just for fun.Then I looked down, and could see a rubber band around the base of his cock. And he was hard. VERY hard.I wonder if he. " Fellatio?" How many guys you've met, don't like fellatio?" Cunnilingus?" Oh, yeah! I'm a yodeler from way back!" I knew there was something I liked about you." What about you?" I asked her. "What do you like?" I like this," she said."What?" This. Just, y'know -- talking like this, before. But not saying 'I love you," or 'Ravish me!' or something stupid like that. Just regular sexy, intimate talk. Like: Have you ever done anal?" Anal? Nope. Never have. I mean, if you want it, I'll do it, but.