I felt a tongue going in my pussy and exploring my clit, in circles, up and down movements, changing the pressure and trends unpredictably. I was gett...ng wet, and my pussy was burning hot. I felt two fingers going in my pussy, finding my g-spot, rubbing it, as licking continued on my clit. I was about to cum, feeling the pleasure build up radiating from my belly to all of my body. I started moaning with pleasure quietly. As the finger started to go in and out of me faster, I arched my back, and. Serotonin. Dopamine. All the good hormones tempered by a solid bout of what the fuck was going on? I dropped my eyes, stared at the floor between my feet, tried to fight the aching throb that was between my legs. His voice, when he spoke again, was lower, huskier. “Look at this. If you saw this in a club, you'd want to pick it up, right?” I looked up again to find that he'd turned around so his back – and his ass – was facing me. He bent slightly at the waist, pushing it out. I heard a noise. ”“Ugh. Let’s not do the whole “but both of you think the other’s just looking at the ground” routine. We sound as though we’re dying, when in fact we’re on the first chapter. Do cut it out,” he sighed in mock-exasperation.“Yeah, there’s time for that”, she said while threading her fingers through his hair. He was tracing slow circles above her tailbone.“But seriously? Students speculate on my dick size?”“It’s not their fault you reduce them to a puddle of lust”. He let out a low guttural. "Thanks Sasha. Oh, by the way, my name is John. Bye for now." "Thanks for calling. See you tomorrow." The dial tone filled his ear. His hand trembled as he put down the phone. Nervousness gnawed at his stomach. "You've done it now," he mumbled to himself. "What do you expect will happen?" His rhetorical question brought a choked laugh and his hands continued to shake as he reached for the coffee cup on the desk.Sasha snickered as she put down the phone. "Just what I need, another John. I'll bet.