Chapter 2: After Class Freeuse

The lecture hall slowly emptied as students gathered their belongings and shuffled toward the exits. Vicky remained seated for a few extra seconds, thighs pressed tightly together, feeling the warm, sticky mess Logan had left inside him during their discreet under-desk teasing. His heart was still racing, and his little clitty strained against the damp lace of his pink panties.

Logan stood up first, towering over him with that predatory smirk. Without saying a word, he grabbed Vicky’s wrist and pulled him gently but firmly out of the row. To anyone watching, it looked like two friends leaving class together. No one could possibly imagine what was about to happen.

They walked down the crowded hallway in silence. Logan’s large hand stayed possessively on the small of Vicky’s back, guiding him toward the quieter north wing of the building. Vicky’s short pleated skirt swished with every step, and he could feel Logan’s thick cum beginning to leak out, soaking into his panties. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and arousal.

“Logan ... someone might see us,” Vicky whispered, voice soft and breathy.

Logan chuckled darkly, leaning down so only Vicky could hear. “That’s what makes it fun, princess. Keep walking.”

They reached the rarely used bathroom on the third floor. Logan pushed the door open, checked that it was empty, then locked it behind them with a loud click that echoed off the tiles.

The moment the lock engaged, Logan’s demeanor changed completely. He grabbed Vicky by the hips and slammed him against the wall, pressing his much larger body against the smaller sissy.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all class,” Logan growled, his breath hot against Vicky’s neck. One hand yanked Vicky’s skirt up roughly while the other pulled his panties down to his knees in one swift motion. “Sitting there looking all innocent while stroking my cock under the desk. You’re such a filthy little tease.”