Oops! (Sorry Britney, stole your line)

I did it again. Took me three weeks into the new academic year, and I broke the promise I made to myself about uni being for studies only this time, but I did it. No, not stealing Britney’s line, I’m sure she’s totally okay with that. Nope, this was something way more fun.

Last year, I wrote a nice little post about something I did inside the safe walls of the university building. If you want, you can find it here, but here’s the tl;dr version: I got bored of hiding in the bathroom, and I went at it right during class. I’ve done similar things after that time, but it was always behind a locked door. Until today. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNN *low piano chords playing*

I usually have Fridays off (that’s tomorrow). But I did have a paper due, and I didn’t feel like having to go to uni on my day off just to hand in a pile of sheets. So after today’s last lecture, I found a nice and cozy corner where I could finish my work. I worked on the paper all the way till after dinner time, and eventually managed to print something out and hand it in, a day before the deadline. So fkn proud.

But as I walked back to my bag (yeah I left it there, this isn’t the US), I noticed life at uni had gone quiet. The elevator was empty. Only one teacher in the hallway. And not a single soul anywhere near the spot I had picked at random, some hours before. And as quickly as a virgin boy’s accidental orgasm, my mood went from Well done No, proud o’ya to Bish this place is barren and you deserve a treat.

Getting ready

So I tweaked things a little bit. I turned my laptop far enough around so I’d be the only one who could see the screen. I put my bag on the chair next to me. I pulled up my top a little, un-did the button on my jeans, and spread my legs. My fave gifs website popped up right as I opened my “second” browser (yeah guys, we have those too).

I hadn’t realized how perfect this spot proved to be. For starters, it was on the seventh floor, and there was nothing here but classrooms and study isles. The isle I was on was in between two classrooms with frosted glass windows, so I could see shapes appear on either side before they would even remotely realize I was here. And last but not least: it was so quiet, someone had to be walking around on socks and deliberately trying to not get spotted for me not to hear them coming. I had found uni’s Bermuda triangle, and it was about to swallow me whole.

I had not seen or heard a single person since I had come back, so I felt fairly comfortable getting up and lowering my jeans a little before sitting back down. It was almost too easy to touch my panties, and to slip a finger in. Usually, when getting naughty in public, it’s all about getting in quick and finishing fast. But there was no need, this time. I could have stayed here for two more hours if I wanted to. But I’m still Noëlle, and touching myself in public places gets me hooooooorny af, so there was no way I was gonna last that long.

Hello Sir

I put up a gif I liked, and got both hands in: one with a finger inside, and one rubbing. I had a perfect view on both sides of the hallway, and so when finally, eventually, a shadow appeared on the far left, I had plenty of time to sit up, pretend I was typing, and smile at the professor who walked by. That could have easily been the end of things, but the professor was my professor, and he taught the course I had to write the paper for.

“Noëlle,” he said when he spotted me, “shouldn’t you be out partying?”

I have a reputation.

“No, Sir. Just doing some work. The paper’s on your desk, though!”

“I’ll be looking forward to reading that one first, then,” he said, and walked away.

Freeeeeedom at last! I could still see his shadow when I touched myself again. After he had gone, things went back to silence. The only noises I heard came from outside, the only things that moved were my hands and the clock on the opposite wall. 7.09pm. As good a time for an orgasm as any.

But here’s the thing. Playing in public doesn’t count if you’re not taking at least one tiny risk. So as I felt I was getting close, I decided to spice things up. I stood up. I pulled my jeans over my butt, and hid my panties inside them. I leaned against the wall and kicked one foot up the desk. I still had a perfect view on both classroom windows, and I still didn’t hear a thing, but at least I was out in the open. And that feeling always triggers something. My brain goes: girl, this ain’t enough. You’re almost there, give it one last bang.

And that’s how I turned a perfectly safe solo sesh into some risky business. First I took my jeans off, completely – and inside-out, ‘cuz the damn heels never play along. I got rid of my panties, and – don’t even ask, it’s a turned on Noëlle thing – threw them towards one of the classroom doors. I pulled up my top until 90% of my bra was showing, and then put both my knees on the desk. My feet were hanging over the edge, my butt was touching the top of the desk, and I had plenty of room in between my legs to start rubbing properly. And that, sir, I did.

Orgasm

I had been careful up until this point. Getting caught would mean a hekkuffa lotta trouble, and maybe even worse. But the best orgasms happen when the stakes are highest. Usually, I’m all for calculated windows of opportunity, timeframes in which everything that could possibly happen could still have a positive outcome. But this time, there simply wasn’t one.

Just before the orgasm hit, I fell forward. I laid my forehead down on the desk, so I couldn’t see anything anymore. On top of that, I started to breathe really heavily, so I couldn’t hear things as well as I could before. But if you’ve ever played in public, you’ll know that the best part about it is looking up right after you’re done, and realizing everything worked out as you hoped. And I was more than willing to take that leap of faith.

I didn’t moan, at least not using my vocal cords. If someone would have seen me, though, they’d first have thought I was having a stroke, and only then realize Oooooohhh! I kept my head down for much longer than needed, but when I eventually sat back up, everything was still as it always had been. No shadows. No footsteps. Nothing at all.

In fact, things were so quiet, that I wasn’t even in a hurry. I slowly lowered myself off the desk and got my top back in place, then walked over to the door my panties were chilling in front of. I took them back to the desk and laid them on top, grabbed my jeans, and carefully flipped them outside-in again. Only then did I care to put my underwear back on, and finally, pulled my jeans over my butt. I left the button open until I had put all my stuff back in my bag and walked into the hallway.

I never saw anybody until the third floor, when another girl joined me in the elevator. Who knows, maybe she had been doing the exact same thing four floors below, and the universe thought we should meet right there, right then.

Either way, I knew what I had done. Again. And after this piece of perfection, I know it isn’t going to be the last time, either.