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This year, the University pulled in $4 million in licensing fees for processes he developed here. Last year, he was invited to present his research at four international symposiums, all travel and expense fees waived. Whenever he does present his research, the lecture hall is inevitably packed to overflowing with physicists from every school and company within a hundred-mile radius. It is even rumored that he may be a candidate for a Nobel Prize this year. Unfortunately, his Modern Physics class is a morning one. And not just *any* morning class, either. Physics 94 with Jokanovich meets at 8:00 sharp for one hour every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. "I didn't want to schedule the class so that you would have to drop it because of conflicts," he told us with a wide grin on the first day, "So I scheduled it in the morning, when the other classes don't meet. That way, no conflicts." Actually, he was only half-right. Some students who still managed to be in athletics had practices from 7:00 until 8:30. "You should count yourselves lucky. When I was teaching in Moscow, classes started at 6:30. For everyone. Here in America..." He shrugged. A heartwarming tale, to be sure, but most of us still didn't count ourselves lucky. I stayed in the class for three reasons. First of all, I was interested in modern physics. Second of all, I needed to take an intermediate physics course to satisfy my science requirements, and Physics 94 had the least homework. Most importantly, Julie Mason was taking the class, and I wanted to have some excuse to look at her at least three times a week. One month later (and a week after the drop date), Julie let me know in no uncertain terms that she preferred me as an acquaintance, I had no clue what "time dilation" meant, and it was announced that the science requirements were being changed at my school so that Physics 94 would be unnecessary. Just my luck. I was about to stop going to class altogether, except that Julie wasn't the only pretty girl in the class. There was another girl whose name I didn't know, who typically sat one or two rows in front of me at every lecture. She would typically come to class, get a copy of the lecture notes, spend the first fifteen minutes taking notes and the rest of the class time asleep in her chair. I never saw her outside the TA's office, so I assumed that the arrangement must have been working for her. When I wasn't fighting off sleep myself, I could watch this girl sleep at my leisure. Her head would be tilted to one side, and her body would be slouched down, as completely relaxed as she could be in a lecture hall chair. When her head was tilted towards me, I would try as nonchalantly as I could to see if I could look down her T-shirt to her medium-sized breasts. When she tilted away, I would study the cords of her long, slender neck, and the profile of her cheekbone against her face. She typically wore shorts or a skirt, which allowed me to appraise her legs as well. They were very pale and smooth, and were marked by freckles just beneath the part that her shorts covered. I often wondered if those freckles continued all the way up her legs, or if they even spotted her mound. With Julie now out of the way, I resolved to get to know this girl a little better. I decided to hang around outside class one day until I saw her go inside. I followed, and took a seat next to hers before class started. She smiled at me, but was rather curt when I asked her how she was doing, and I got the impression that she wasn't comfortable with me sitting so close to her. Nevertheless, after class started, she was only able to take notes for half an hour before drifting off to sleep again. I gave her fifteen minutes to get into a deep slumber, then I dropped my pencil on the floor. As I reached down to get it, I "accidentally" brushed my arm against her calf and checked to see what her reaction was. When she didn't move, I moved my hand back and placed it on her lower leg. She stirred a little, but didn't open her eyes. I wanted to do more, but I had already been "looking for my pencil" for about ten seconds, and I didn't want to attract attention. I sat back up in my seat, and continued to take notes, glancing backwards to see if anyone was staring at me in shock. I was the one who was shocked. Over half the class was slumped in their chairs, dead to the world, while the remaining students were doing their best to follow along with the professor. I noticed one nice- looking blonde who was asleep in her seat, and made a mental note to sit near her sometime in the future. Satisfied that no one was watching what I was doing, I gently eased my hand over to my sleeping paramour's thigh and rested it there gently. She didn't seem to notice, so I stroked her bare leg softly with my hand, watching her face very closely to make sure she didn't wake up. Her skin was warm, and a little stubbly—she must not have had time to shave before coming to class this morning. The inside of her thigh was warmer, but I was unable to explore this further, as her legs were closed, and I didn't want to risk waking the girl up by wedging my hand into her crotch. I continued to stroke her thigh for the next ten minutes, then removed my hand as the professor concluded his lecture. The sound of people getting up and leaving roused my redhead from her slumber, and she stretched her arms out, giving me a very nice view of her breasts being lifted upwards and outwards. "Did I miss anything while I was asleep?" she asked me. Although tempted to see her reaction to an honest answer, I merely told her that nothing had been said that wasn't in the course reader (I hoped-- I hadn't been paying attention either). That seemed to satisfy her, so she thanked me, turned and left. I would have gotten up and followed her, except that I was feeling conscious of the huge erection I had. I raced home on my bike and beat off quickly, knowing I would need to relieve the pressure right then rather than carry it through the day. ** Two days later, I sat next to my redhead once more, and learned that her name was Shirley before she fell asleep once again, twenty minutes into the class. I looked around again to make sure that no one was watching us, and this time I immediately eased my hand onto her thigh. Shirley was fast asleep, and didn't wake up to stop me when I stroked her leg softly. I would have liked to feel her breasts, but that would have meant putting my hand out in the open where everyone could see. Instead I decided to something really daring. After ten minutes of subtly stroking her thigh, I eased my hand into Shirley's lap and, paying close attention to her closed eyelids, eased open the button and zipper on her shorts. It was slow work, and I needed to pause occasionally to keep up the appearance of taking notes, but after a few minutes, I had managed to open her shorts enough to slip my hand inside and stroke her soft panties. As I was building up the nerve to slip my hand beneath her underwear, Shirley began to toss slightly. I froze, terrified with my hand still against her crotch, as I watched her yawn, roll a little bit to her side, then settle back in to sleep. Spooked, I slipped my hand away, closed her shorts, and tried to take notes for the rest of class. My close call kept me from repeating my excursions for a while, but I continued to sit near Shirley, waiting to get up the courage once again. I also occasionally sat next to Jean, the blonde sleeper I had noticed earlier. Jean would be trickier to grope, as she usually sat next to friends who stayed attentive in class. I wouldn't be able to do anything with them around. I may have been spooked by Shirley's tossing, but I decided to return to her thighs the day I first saw her wear a skirt to class. As soon as Shirley fell asleep that day, my pencil fell to the floor, and as I bent to retrieve it, I spread her legs slightly. Before I returned to my seat, I took a good look right up her skirt at her cream colored panties, veiled by her nylons. For most of the class, Shirley slept with her skirt bunched up around her thighs, and one of my hands busy on her legs. I was able to splay her legs apart a little further, and used the opportunity to run my hand slowly over her clothed mound, taking care not to poke or stimulate Shirley into wakefulness. I smoothed down her skirt as class ended, and watched her as she woke up. Shirley was slightly flushed as she got up to leave, and I wondered what she might have been dreaming about while I played with her thighs. ** The next time Shirley came to class, I noticed that she was wearing a skirt again, and that this skirt was about two inches shorter than the last one, with no nylons. As soon as I was sure she was asleep, I was surreptitiously lifting it up her thighs. This skirt was slit up the side, and I was able to slide my hand up to her pussy easily in the next minute. I held my hand in its position for a few minutes, feeling her heat while I allowed her to become accustomed to the feel of my hand on her pussy, then I crooked a finger and slowly slid it beneath her panties. Her slit was warm and soft, but not wet. I decided to see if I could change that situation, so I started to wiggle my finger very slowly. For a minute or two, I got no reaction from Shirley for my ministrations. I was about to stop, as my hand was beginning to ache from its unusual position, when Shirley sighed slightly in her sleep, and spread her legs a little wider. This encouraged me to continue for a little bit longer, and I was rewarded when I finally felt her juices begin to flow. I coated my finger with her fluids, and eased it slightly up into her folds. I was trying not to call outside attention to myself by staring directly at the middle of my textbook and scribbling disjointed notes. Meanwhile, my left hand, concealed behind the desk, was slipping its way into the pretty girl next to me. I was almost able to get my middle finger in to the second knuckle before I was forced to stop. Shirley hummed quietly in her sleep, and her muscles contracted about my finger. I guessed that I was giving her some very pleasant dreams. I began to slide my finger in and out of her slowly, mimicking what I guessed Shirley's dream lover might be doing to her. Her legs parted a little more when I did this, and I found that I could now get better penetration with my finger. The professor droned on, oblivious to what we were doing below the desk. Shirley's juices began to flow a little faster, so I compensated by increasing the pressure of my stroking. I wanted to move faster as well, but the rapid jerking of my arm might have called unwanted attention to us. My finger pushed firmly against the walls of her vulva as I slowly pressed it in and out. I felt Shirley squeeze herself again, a little harder than the last time, and I decided it was time to remove my finger. It was fun to masturbate Shirley as she slept, but I was sure that letting her to come to orgasm would both wake her up and bring the attention of others. I slid my finger from her slit and began to smooth down her panties. Shirley's hips moved forward towards my hand, trying to bring back the pleasure I was giving her. Fighting off the urge to return my hand, I smoothed her skirt back down her legs quietly, then took my hand away. I stuck my finger in my mouth and cleaned it off quickly to remove the Shirley's scent from my hand. My finger tasted slightly musky and heady, a flavor very much like saffron. Next to me, Shirley rolled from side to side quietly, obviously disturbed by the sudden disappearance of her dream lover. I placed my hand back on her thigh gently to see if it would quiet her. The response I got was not what I expected. Still sleeping, Shirley crossed her left leg over her right, trapping my hand between her thighs. When I gently tried to remove my hand, she stirred slightly, and started to wake up. I immediately relaxed my arm and stroked her thigh with my thumb, and she relaxed again, sinking into the chair. I looked at the clock and choked back my panic. There was only five minutes left in class. If Shirley woke up and found my hand sandwiched between her legs, I had no doubt that her reaction would be anything less than severe, regardless of what she had been dreaming about. If I tried to pull my hand away now, the sensation would wake her up, and I would be found out. If I tried to reach over and lift her leg with my free hand, the rest of the class would see what I was doing. Shirley continued to sleep as I frantically thought of how I might get my hand out from her legs. Suddenly, I got an idea. I dropped my pencil so that it would roll past Shirley's legs. I got out of my chair and kneeled down to retrieve it, trying my best to hide the fact that my hand was trapped. When I was completely beneath the desk, I slid my free hand back up Shirley's skirt and lightly ran my fingertips over her mound again. Feeling this new stimulation, Shirley relaxed her legs slightly, and I slipped my hand away. With just a few minutes left in the class, I eased my way back up in the chair and returned to a pretense of taking notes. Shirley was rubbing her legs together in her sleep, trying to bring back my hand. As the class ended, she woke up, and gave me an embarrassed look as she put away her class notes. I didn't know why she was embarrassed until I saw her get up to leave. On the back of her skirt was a small wet mark from her juices that had flown during her sleep. As we left the classroom, I noticed that she headed straight for the women's room. ** After that day, Shirley never wore a skirt to class again, but I would always sit next to her and idly stroke her legs as she slept. We didn't make much small talk, and I never asked her out. At the end of the semester, just after taking the final, I found a piece of candy hidden in my bag with a note wrapped around it. "Thanks for keeping my legs relaxed in class." I guess Shirley had known more than I thought. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69