I am surrounded by 18 and 19 year old boys. God, how I've missed this. When I first went to school at the age of eighteen, I had my pick. But after we graduated, my boyfriend and I, we married, he worked, I stayed home, and before long he wasn't even close to 18 again.

Eventually the boredom was too much to bear and I came back to school, to study something else, to expand my mind, to stare at the boys. Of course the boys aren't looking at me. They're looking at the 18 and 19 year old girls, but it sure doesn't stop me from looking at them, all young and buff and eager and malleable.

Because they're not looking at me, they don't see what I'm doing, don't see my left hand under the desk, between my legs, while my right hand takes the notes, and raises to ask and answer questions, to attract the attention of the teacher, who isn't bad either. He's older of course, but I can do older, have done older, have done teachers too, when I was younger.

There's something about a guy in front of a class that really turns me on, that makes me picture myself kneeling in front of him, his cock in my mouth, caressing it, sucking it, licking it lovingly as he lectures, the malleable buff young boys squirming in their seats, watching me, wanting me, wanting my mouth, the girls all wishing they'd had the nerve themselves.

I've never gone that far, but I've certainly come close, when the class wasn't there, when the door was closed, and it was just me and the teacher, not this teacher, not yet. But I do have an active imagination and a finger on my clit.