Flesh: Part 1

“A… a…,” he paused for a moment looking back at the class from the back of the room, his thoughts racing as he felt himself become slightly aroused, the image of the underside of his cock being licked by Arika’s tongue feathering through my mind. Beads of sweat began to mass across the back of his lip and across his forehead. He could feel his cock become slight roused, pressing firmly against his pants, God how he so wanted to be her pencil at that very moment.
“Hmm… naughty Troy,” Arika giggled as if she could see right through him. The tip of her tongue continuing to dart like rows lightning across the head of her pencil as she smiled ever so seductively, her brown eyes glistening with an almost erotic desire as she stared at him. “A deposition,” Troy said as he turned his head back toward the class, so glad that the desk hid their legs from view. Taking a deep breath, he wiped away the sweat from his forehead, licking his lips as he reached for his bottled water, pretending as if his sudden odd behavior was the result of having a bit of a dry throat. “A… at a deposition, a court officer such as a court reporter can and usually is called to the appointment and the testimony give can and is used as future evidence or concurring evidence later on at trial.” He fought to say, taking a few quick gulps of the purified water, allowing it to quench the sexual frustration, the sexual heat growing like a ravenous inferno from deep within his body. “The purpose of a depo is to confirm some of the information previously obtained with the interrogatories as well as to find any possible angles or weaknesses in the opposing parties’ case.” Troy finished.
“Very good sir,” the prof said, narrowing her eyes toward him once more as she walked back to her desk, thumbing quickly through her notebook as she scurried to find the next question. “Very… very good Troy,” Arika gasped in a deep, breathy sigh, rolling the tip of her slender, moist tongue over the contour of her lips, forcing his mind to twist back to those perverted thoughts of her once more. “I am finding out a lot about you,” she gasped, “You’re very interesting to say the least,” she giggled, leaning back in her chair as she draped the tips of her fingers over the pert rounds of her breasts. “A whole lot about you,” she gasped as her other hand slid down the covered outline of her stomach, reaching between her inner thighs, as she cocked a slight perverted smile at him. “I like smart, cocky guys,” she whimpered, “they’re a real turn on for me.”
Swallowing hard to her words, Troy felt a cool, heated chill blast through his body, as the tip of his cock pressed even harder against his jeans. “Real… really,” he gasped softly, almost whimpering as he felt a small load of pre-cum shot out from the tip of his cock, wetting his underwear as she continued to gaze deeply at him, her shimmering brown eyes forcing an almost unbearable, unmistakable rage of lust towards him.