“A kiss, the winner gets a kiss.” There, he said it. Would she get mad and leave? Would she friend-zone him?“A kiss?” she asked.With his heart...on the line, he watched for anger or, worse, rejection, but instead, the faint flush on her cheeks signaled interest.She nodded, “Okay, a kiss, but it has to be a good one.”Jason felt light-headed. Not only had she accepted, but she also upped the ante. His palms began to sweat. “Deal!” he replied and waited for her to start the race.With a kiss on the. Jack just laughed. Here was this 25 year-old, five foot two, redhead of course, trying to scare him away. He had to admit she was turning him on. He didn’t know if it was her hair or her temper, that did the trick for him. ‘I’m not a prude!’ she yelled at him, then turned to leave. ‘Oh no you don’t missy!’ He jumped up and made a grab for her. ‘Get away from me!’ ‘After I have my evil way with you, m’dear.’ He chuckled as he drew nearer. ‘You touch me…I’ll…I’ll…’ ‘Honey, you wont do. I turned her around. Jyothi reached for the sink and grasped it. She felt her shorts being dropped as I rubbed my cock against her backside. She bit her tongue, wanting to feel nothing separating us anymore. Jyothi stepped out of her shorts. Wasting no time, I dropped her panties down her legs. She felt so naughty, butt naked in the men’s room and about to be fucked. I unzipped my shorts and kicked them down my legs, pulling my boxers down with them. I could hear her moaning in anticipation. I. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday's lesson on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new city, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.When Mr. Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his opinion was on my ass. That would be totally inappropriate. He was my professor.I squirmed all through class, feeling the satin grip of the.