Before the epidemic closed down all the colleges, this guy and I attended classes together and had been hooking up for a substantial portion of the semester. We both ended up moving to our homes until the social distancing thing was over. Almost every night, we have been sexting, building excitement for our next fuck.

He told me after our first zoom lesson that he was looking at me for most of the class and that the fact that he could touch himself to me and nobody would notice turned him on. To me, this was shockingly beautiful and hot. Knowing that he was most likely touching himself under his desk, knowing that his dick was rock hard and oozing precum for me, I decided then that I was going to send it during class, so I could see his face while he watched my pussy cum for him.

To put it mildly, the video was fun to make. He texted me a video of himself cumming all over his tummy the evening before. His face showed his enjoyment; his lips slightly opened, his eyelids closed, his brow wrinkled. Every jet of cum he let out a grunt and a choked gasp. Every time I listen to his adorable tiny noises, I get shills. Just so darn hot. His sending that video caused my pussy to start dripping right away. With my swollen, wet pussy clamming for release, I had to try to go to sleep like that. I should mention that when I get home I have to share a room with my sisters; I grew up in a small house. Early in the morning, in my car while my parents are at work and the sisters are asleep, was the only time I could make myself cum.

I got up at around 6:30AM, grabbed my phone and a little towel, then crept out to my car praying that my dogs wouldn't bark and fuck this up for me. I crawled into the rear seat of my car and made sure my neighbors were indoors. With my legs spread open and my fingers massaging my clit, I watched the video he sent me on repeat. I felt the ecstasy sweep over me, growing more intense with every movement. I was thinking about how badly I wanted him to kiss and lick my neck and how much I wanted his dick to tease my entrance. Hearing him mumble "oh fuck," I felt the pressure mounting and grew impatient to cum. I loved hearing his grunts and screams through my phone. I started filming my swelling pussy as I was reaching my breaking point, desperate to cum. I was so wet for him. My liquids poured from me and flowed down my ass. When I came, my pussy pumped and tightened. My fingers twisted. I have been waiting for this release for a very long time. Sliding my fingers in and out, I stretched my pussy so he could see how wet I was for him as my climax waned. It tasted so fucking delicious. I hope he realized how wonderfully wet I was, how easy it would have been to slip into me, how warm and snug I would be around his hard dick. How hard it would be for him to last long when I’m like this. I hoped he would think about how I would taste. How nice it would be to tease my pussy after cumming so hard.

He texted me a picture of his hand in his shorts the following day as our zoom class got underway. I felt heat around my cheeks, and I started to get wet instantly. For the whole lesson, I couldn't stop smiling. I was cheesing like an odd mannered fucker. I wonder whether anyone was interested in finding out why I couldn't get that delighted smile to fade. I worried our lecturer would ask me what made me so joyful. Though I tried to stop, my face kept betraying me. I knew it would be hard, but also really fun. How bad did he want the video? I asked him. Initially, he told me he would not be able to sit during the class with it running on and to wait until after class to text it. But I wanted him to wrinkle his seat. As he saw my pussy pulse and contract for him, I wanted to see him try to maintain a straight face. Finally he said, "I'm not sure how I could say no." I almost burst out laughing. Getting my way makes me happy. I texted the video and waited for him to open it.

At first he was maintaining a really excellent straight face. I sense his breathing becoming a little more laboured and his face becoming rather stony and rigid. He sent me a video of him rubbing his dick through his pants. I felt my pussy clench and could see how hard he was over the pants. He said something about how he’s not going to learn anything from the lecture. We exchanged heated messages for some time, and I saw his cheeks becoming progressively crimson..So fucking hot. I messaged "Daddy 🥵" at one point and watched him bite his lip reading it. "You're going to make me cum," he said. I wanted him not to cum, though. He hadn't heard the sound in the video yet. I wanted him to hear my whimpers, moans, and breathing, not only to see me. I wanted that to be what drove him over the brink. I told him not to rush; he should wait. He agreed he would attempt to ride it out. "I wish I was riding you," I answered. I saw him bite his lip once more, red in the cheeks. I texted him a picture of me with my hand in my pants.

The class went 20 minutes over. I don’t think he knew how much he was torturing one of his students. It was hot knowing he was wriggling in his seat, trying not to cum. My pussy was really wet. If nobody was around, I could have cum so effortlessly. Although not the dirtiest, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Listening to our professor lecture while I sent a video of my drenched cumming pussy to a classmate watching the same lecture. Seeing his face get crimson as he got more and more turned on. Knowing he came right away following the end of class. That’s how you make the best of a global pandemic.