An Abundance of Teasing has Climactic Consequences (m&f) (part 1 of 2, hopefully!) | 2016

(Having lurked here for a while I finally got up the courage to share a story of my own. I don't actually use reddit at all--god, I hope my formatting doesn't suck)

I should preface this by saying that this story is pretty out of character for me--as is writing it up! I have gotten off while thinking about it a number of times since it happened...I don't really know what compelled me to share it today, but anyway, here goes!

For reference, this story happened just about a year ago. At the time I was 21 and in my 3rd year of uni (in UK, from US). I'd been (relatively) sexually inactive for about a year beforehand; in my first year of school I got my all the crazy-hookup-energy out of my system, dated a bit in my second year, and then tried to focus on my academics more in my third. I guess I'd sorta needed this, which helps explain some of my impulses!

I had this class which had about 20 students total. Rather than being a lecture, it was very seminar-y, and we all sat around this really long, narrow table. For reference, imagine a table where you could easily grab the hand of the person sitting across from you. Since the table was so long, the farther you were away from the teacher's end, the more people you were looking past (assuming you paid attention; it wasn't always a thrilling hour).

I sat at the front half of the table. Near me there was this guy, who I'm affectionately going to call Jack to protect the innocent. Some description of this guy: whereas I'm about 5'8, he is probably 6 feet or a couple inches above that. He seemed relatively nonathletic but was well-dressed and lean nonetheless. His face was really the dealbreaker, though--he has this really strong jaw and vibrant green eyes which occasionally hid behind his ruddy hair (it was always falling into his face). I can't really think of a way to phrase it, but he has a really expressive mouth--he smiled often and in all sorts of different ways, and something about him just came across as super honest and unassuming. He was friendly with everybody, but didn't seem to have any close friends in the class--and besides that he was clearly quite smart, as he spoke up very often (without being obnoxious about it). Point being he's cute, confident, and expressive. Those smiles--oof.

Jack sat behind me--or, rather, father down the table from me--so he had to look past me to see the teacher. Since I was typically looking that way too I didn't pay him much attention at first--I mean, I noticed he was a looker the first time he spoke up, but I was there to learn and not to lay, as the expression goes.

That changed, however. One day I just happened to look in the other direction and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him abruptly avert his eyes from something and stare up at the ceiling for a few seconds. It was very peculiar but strangely humorous, especially because I had no idea what prompted it but I felt strangely responsible. I'm surprised more people didn't notice it (at that point).

The next class was so boring that I decided to investigate further. Rather than turning around quickly I just generally glanced up from my notes now and again to look at Jack, hoping he wouldn't notice. Most of the time he was watching the teacher or writing notes but finally, towards the end of the class, I caught him looking at me--or, more specifically, my breasts. At 21 I was pretty much used to this by now--I am a G-cup--but I'd never seen someone react in this way. Rather than just staring at my chest, Jack would try to sneak glances and very poorly cover his tracks if he thought he'd been noticed. Unlike when others' ogling would just make me feel uncomfortable, the way in which Jack did it made me feel uncharacteristically flattered and confident. Again, tough to describe. Maybe some other girls could pontificate on this distinction better?

As the class stayed at about the same level of boring, my main interest gradually shifted from the curriculum to Jack. I generally paid more attention to him and what he said and I liked what I was seeing and hearing! He was confident and smart without being at all abrasive, and his smiles definitely did something to me. I guess above anything else it made me feel powerful to see this obviously-confident guy tread so carefully and delicately while checking me out, all while still not being very good at it! The way he'd just kind of look up or away when he thought I was about to notice (which I obviously did well before he realized) was hot!

I had a few friends in the class and eventually they, among others, also noticed this weird cat-and-mouse dynamic between us. My friends would occasionally mention this and I would tell them something half-jokingly, like that "if he sat closer to the front than me, I'd probably stare at him a bit, too"--hoping maybe some of those comments might get to him through the grapevine, but none seemed to.

As I said earlier, during this time I'd been pretty uninterested in sex or even just hookups, but this whole situation was changing that. I probably thought about Jack for the first time a couple weeks after all this started then I was massaging my clit before bed. All the usual stuff--how does he kiss, what is his cock like, etc. It's stupid to admit, but after that I caught him looking at me once and I instinctively rubbed my legs together a bit from being turned on. I was sneaking glances at him now, and every once and a while we'd ogle one another simultaneously. I took a different approach than him, though; whenever we locked eyes I'd give him my best "oh, really" look. They made him smile and look away. I honestly cannot describe how comfortable but confident this guy made me feel--it was seriously arousing.

After I brought it up with another one of my friends in the class he suggested I take matters into my own hands. It was obvious this guy was into me, so I should just go up to him and talk, right? That made perfect sense and would have been my normal approach, but this time I had something slightly different in mind.

Brief disclaimer for male readers who might not know--when you have big boobs, finding nice bras is not easy, especially push-ups. Not only are bras obscenely expensive for some bullshit reason, but the bigger sizes generally get the tamer ones in terms of colors and design. I don't know why this is, but anyhow, it took me a few days to find one that worked for me and one that I really liked. It looked as though it would fit almost right--which is sometimes the best you can hope for--and that night after ordering it I really couldn't sleep.

I came into class the next day with a pretty thick, high-collared, bland-looking sweater on (over a low-cut shirt) and waited very carefully while Jack took his usual spot. Since there weren't assigned seats it was very natural and casual to take the spot across the table from him. He noticed this and gave me an innocent "oh, hello, random person" sort of smile; he was not a good liar. He probably figured that, since I was so close, there'd be no chance to sneak peeks today. He may have even thought I was trying to give him a less friendly message via the (relatively) occluding sweater.

In reaction, about halfway through the class, I gave him the most brazen look I could muster up and took off my sweater. After he looked at me again, his reaction made the discomfort of the push-up bra worth it immediately! He went this sort of pink color and glanced up at the ceiling, but couldn't stop himself from smiling as he did it. Somewhat ironically, perhaps out of a sense of useless formality, he didn't really stare at all for the rest of the class, and spent most of it pretending to be interested in what the professor was saying or staring at the ceiling with that sheepish smile. A few friends or other people in the class who'd noticed our staring saw this and snickered; I hadn't expected that and it made me feel kind of on edge, but Jack's reaction had made it worthwhile already. Again, it's kind of embarrassing, but his eyes and smile alone got me a bit wet right there in my seat.

After the class I was packing up my stuff and putting my sweater back on when he came up to me. Never before had we really chatted outside the usual in-class academic rhetoric, and this discussion wouldn't last too long. He basically told me "Alright, you got me. I'm very sorry and it won't happen again" all the while with this half-bashful half-playful look.

I didn't really have a go-to plan at this point. I could've just taken him home there and then, but I knew that exerting my power over him in a public place was doing something for me and I wanted to keep at it (I wasn't really thinking with my head, basically). I told him I'd be sitting at the farthest back part of the table tomorrow if he wanted to join me. He went a pink pink again, grinned at me, and left.

Rarely did I feel this powerful when flirting, and I liked it a lot. I'm not going to lie, I went home and masturbated pretty much immediately after that. I had no real idea what was going on but I couldn't get the thought of Jack out of my head. Once I came I started to get nervous about tomorrow, though--I had no plan for what I was going to do to continue things. Eventually I consoled myself by saying that, even if nothing else, we could probably pass flirty notes or something. That made me feel like an eleven year old, but even still, I wouldn't have minded it.

This is basically the point where it gets overt.

I spent about half an hour going over myself in the mirror before my next class with Jack. To briefly describe myself, I am pretty in-shape, about 5'8, with blue eyes, and big tits. At the time of this story my hair was well past my shoulders; it is straight and a sort of red-blonde color (I'd say strawberry-blonde but that makes me feel like a barbie, so, no thanks). Naturally most guys (Jack included, I think) focus on the tits first, but I think I have a pretty nice ass, too, and I work out to keep my thighs looking good, and I'm super proud of them! I'd describe myself as thick but athletic, I guess? Anyway, I put on a high-collared, long-sleeved shirt and a zip-up jacket, let my hair down, and headed out.

I got to class a bit early that day just to make sure I could get a seat at the very back-end of the table--and when I got there Jack was already in the opposite seat. He'd actually put his stuff in the seat across from him in order to reserve it for me, so I knew he was looking forward to this. When I walked over he moved his stuff and gave me a faux-innocent smile. We didn't say anything to each other, but we exchanged a couple of meaningful glances.

Our professor was either near-sighted or didn't really give a fuck--probably the latter--and for that reason usually only paid real attention to the students sitting by him. Unless someone spoke up, he generally rambled on--and Jack, who'd been distracted, hadn't been as outspoken in the last couple of classes as usual.

I let Jack stew in anticipation for about twenty minutes at the start of the class, during which he clearly did his best to focus--but didn't speak, which furthered my belief that he was anticipating something. Once it seemed like even the people near us were zoned out, texting, taking notes, etc, I tapped one of Jack's hands lightly with my pen. He glanced over.

I undid the jacket--thankfully the zipper was pretty silent (otherwise I would have thought this out really badly) and slightly pushed apart the two sides. Instead of sneaking a glace, Jack looked me in the eye before looking down, which gave me butterflies. Sort of ridiculous, I know.

I'm having difficulty making my plan that day into a "what a twist" style reveal so I'll just say it straight-out: I didn't wear a bra that day. Because I do have pretty big breasts, this was a serious gamble--I'd kinda held my arms at my sides and sped to class--and it's more than possible that Jack (and maybe some others) realized that before I parted my jacket. He turned a bit pink but seemed almost as though he'd expected it.

Then he looked back at my face and gave me this fucking look, holy shit. I honestly have a super-vivid memory of this; I think it was the moment where I was 100% like "I need to fuck this guy." The look itself is difficult to describe, but it basically invited a challenge. It was a playful "Oh, that's it?" The fact he'd been so sheepish with me until that point made the look all the hotter.

I tried to give him the same sort of look back but I'm not sure I succeeded, so I knew I had to get his attention some other way. I began to take notes on the class but I held the notebook pretty close to myself, and rested my chest on the table, so that as I wrote the very back end of the pen pressed ever so slightly against my shirt and the skin underneath. When I got to the end of a sentence I slightly pushed the end of the pen around the edge of my right nipple, which I could feel was getting hard. At that point I got pretty worried about other people noticing, even at the back-end of the table, so I toned it down a little bit.

On that note, I should again mention that this story is not a typical side of me, trust me. You have to understand that ALL the important shit--what if someone notices and whatnot--was not at the front of my mind at this time. The reason I am writing up this story in particular is because I was so horny during it, and I honestly did some downright stupid stuff--like the pen-thing--while knowing it was stupid. That, in of itself, gets me wet to remember.

I tried to make a power-play during this and gave him a "your turn" look, to which he sort of grinned and glanced at his lower regions (which I couldn't see because they were below the table, obviously). I knew his cock wasn't out--both his hands were on the table, so he couldn't unzip or anything--but it still made me rub my legs together to think about him getting hard at the sight of me. I didn't have any more moves (and the rubbing-the-nipple one was pushing it--I'm still worried someone else in the class may have seen that), so I decided to go for the gold.

When the professor was particularly distracted I shot Jack the best look I could conjure up, swept up my things as quietly as I could, and left the class. I knew people would notice that but, again, I honestly couldn't be fucked to care. I walked out of the building and sat down on a bench nearby, where I tried to get a hold of myself (reorganize my books, zip my jacket back up, etc). I was sorely tempted to touch myself right there on the bench, but I held back.

As I had hoped, about five-ish minutes later--a bit before the class was over--Jack walked out of the building. He made to come and sit down next to me, but I got up and walked away while smiling at him. On the way back home, I did my best to keep my pace just right so that he could follow me but that we didn't look like we were in any way affiliated. This whole time I knew what was about to happen and I was getting more and more wound up as I walked.

When I got to the doorway of my dorm I had to hold the door open for him (my uni does that thing where you need to swipe a card for your specific dorm, so he wouldn't have been able to get in without me). Just as he was about to reach me I hopped onto the other side of the door and closed it. I grinned at him through the glass and he gave me a half-betrayed, half-excited look. We probably stayed that way for at least, I don't know, fifteen seconds, before I opened the door from the inside and took his hand. That was the first time we'd touched skin--that sounds weird to say, but it's true--and I wanted to kiss him right there. Instead I led him down the hall and up the stairs to my room...

(please forgive the use of the ellipsis there. I am now realizing this story is WAY too long, but I haven't gotten to the good stuff yet. I have some stuff I need to do today but I'm really interested in continuing this, so if anyone wants to hear the rest I will post it ASAP in either a new thread or the comments. Sorry about all the teasing and not-sex, but I can honestly say it made the sex all the more fantastic. Please let me know if you want this continued; if so, I will get the rest up later today!)

Edit: Here's Part 2!