Over the next few weeks, I would stop by and "visit" with Natalie and Kevin, paying close attention to the sounds coming from the walls. I snapped just as Natalie was reaching her orgasm. I got pretty good at it too. One night, I caught Natalie on her back with her legs spread open. Her face was a frozen mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth gaping ready to let out a scream. Kevin was standing on the side of the bed busily pumping away, as I pulled him away from Natalie, a stream of sperm shooting from his shaft froze in the space between him and Natalie's crotch. Needless to say, I saved Natalie from a possibly unwanted pregnancy. But my nights at Natalie's were taking away from me preparing to go back to school again, so I started hitting the books and let Kevin and Natalie have their fun. I started for my Master's degree.

The first day of night school was a little more difficult than I thought it was going to be. The teacher wasn't the problem, actually, I found Mr. Watts a very good speaker and easy to follow. The course work wasn't the problem either. Even though, I hadn't taken science courses in years, I found that it all came back to me as if I had never left school. The problem was the pretty oriental girl that sat on the other side of the room.

Listening to roll call, I found out her name was Myra. She was a beautiful woman with long black flowing hair and deep brown eyes slightly hidden behind her glasses. Her skin was light which complimented her hair wonderfully. She had soft, pouty lips that she bit on as she furiously scribbled down notes from the blackboard. I was having more trouble concentrating in class than I'd ever had before. Myra was probably the brightest one in the class, always answering questions and raising new ones when she found it necessary. I was certainly impressed. And I guess Mr. Watts was also.

One night during a lecture, I found my head bobbing up and down and my eyes slowly fluttering. I guess constant time stopping can be worse than jet lag so I stopped time for a moment in class and took a quick nap. When I woke up a bit of time later, (I didn't know exactly when since my watch didn't work during my snap periods), I looked around the room. Everyone seemed to be paying close attention to Mr. Watts as he scribbled on the board. Of course now nothing was happening. Mr. Watts stopped in the middle of writing "photosynthesis" and I found out that I wasn't the only one finding it hard to stay awake in class. An older woman had her head on the desk and was drooling on it as she slept. I laughed as I reached into her purse and placed a handkerchief and wadded it up near her mouth.

I walked up to Myra. She had a concerned look on her face as she stared intently at the blackboard; hand under her chin, eyes focused at the board, her hand holding her pencil as if she had been tapping it. I pushed the man sitting beside her away from the desk and took a seat beside her just so that I take a closer look at her. She was even more beautiful up close. She had only the faintest touch of makeup around her eyes and a bit on her lips to bring out her color. I reached up and took her glasses off. Her eyelashes were long and slightly curled upward. I looked down at her clothes. She was a stylish dresser, simple but elegant. She had on a black and white blazer that covered a black dress. She had nude stockings and black shoes. I reached out and touched her cheek, caressing it with the back of my hand. She was soft and silky as the dress she wore, and I could feel that all too familiar feeling stirring just below my belt.

I dragged her and her chair out into the empty hallway looking for a warmer place. Myra was a slender person and dragging her through the halls was much easier than I expected. I finally stopped at a professor's office. His door was wide open. It was a perfect place. The floor was carpeted and he had a large enough couch for two. I dragged Myra inside, pulled the professor away from his desk in his rolling chair, and wheeled him outside the office, closing the door behind me. I carefully lifted Myra under her arms off the chair and onto the couch. I took the pencil from her hand and adjusted her body so that her legs stuck straight out from the couch and her arms were away from her sides. I sat down and took a breath for a moment and studied her. Myra looked like a professional. She had the poise and the intelligence of one. Maybe she was a law clerk studying to be a lawyer, or maybe a pharmacist studying to be a doctor. But whatever she was, she was mine for the time being.

I put her legs across my lap and took her shoes off. Through her thin nude stockings I could see her well manicured and unpainted toes. They looked so luscious and pretty that instead of reaching up her dress and pulling down her hose, I tore the tops of them with a paper opener from the professor's desk, peeling the stockings off her feet like I would peel a banana. When I peeled them down to her calves, I cut them off with a pair of scissors. I leaned over and kissed her toes, then began sucking on her big toes at the same time. Her feet were warm and soft, she must take good care of them. I took her blazer off and saw her sleeveless dress underneath. Figuring that it would be easier from a standing position. I lifted Myra to her feet, straightened her up at the waist and had her standing with her arms at her sides, her face still holding that look of concentration. I didn't want to fix that just yet. I undid the shiny gold buttons on the front of her desk and parted the sides so that the dress fell from her shoulders to the floor. Myra, the beautiful, intellectual Chinese girl from class now stood before me nearly naked in a lacy black bra, matching panties and a black garter belt holding up her torn pantyhose. I marveled at that last thought. This is a woman who I would probably never see this way and yet her she was and there were going to be no repercussions.

I lifted her arms above her head so that her chest lifted slightly and undid the snap in the back of her bra. Her grapefruit sized breasts fell free and her brown nipples poked out at me slightly. Using the scissors, I cut the sides of her panties and pulled them and the rest of her stockings away revealing a wonderful mound of her dark pubes. I lowered her to the professor's desk and took all of my clothes off. My cock sprung free and was ready for action. I straightened her legs out until they were perpendicular to the floor, spread them as far as they could, and positioned myself so that my cock was ready to fire away at her unknowing crotch. I put on a lubricated condom and started pumping away all the while looking into Myra's eyes and her distant, concentrated look. Even in this frozen time period, her breasts jiggled as I pounded stroke after stroke into her. As I kept going, I found that look distracting. I mean, I know that she really wasn't there to enjoy it, but it looked too much like she wasn't enjoying it. So I reached over, closed her eyelids, and parted her soft lips. At least now, my imagination could take over now. I leaned over and kissed her just as I spent my load into her. I continued pumping away until I felt the last drop leave my cock. I pulled out from her and sat down on the couch. From that angle I could see the position Myra had taken, her legs high in the air and spread out with her crotch for the whole world to see. I started to wonder about what she was like. Was she a sweet and quiet girl who said very little and did her work? Was she cold and frigid toward men who approached her and hit on her? Was she secretly into bondage and watersports when she wasn't working on finding a cure for cancer or writing her opening statements for court? Just the idea of this woman in those positions and seeing her in the position on the desk now, made my member ready for a second run.

I lifted Myra from the desk and positioned her so that she was kneeling in front of the couch with her cute fair skinned ass facing me. I spread out her cheeks and pushed my member as far as it could go. It was tight and warm and so wonderful! I started pumping away at her ass looking at the back of her head as her face pressed into the cushions of the couch with each thrust. I came harder the second time than I did the first with her, sweat dripping from every pore of my now aching body. I straightened up Myra's body and lay her beside me on the couch adjusting her so that she cuddled her naked body next to mine; her arms around me and one leg over my leg. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling something I realize I hadn't felt before. I shook my head slightly dismissing the thought and kissed Myra on the forehead drifting off to sleep.