I’m a good student. I do all the assigned reading, I turn in my papers on time, I participate in class, I get good grades. I do extra credit even when I don’t need it. I go to office hours (no, this isn’t one of those confessions). Being a good student is kind of like part of my identity. I get a little anxious if I even get a B.

Do you can imagine my internal conflict when sitting in the middle of a class, a message from my FWB pops up. “Want to come over and have fun before the game?” We were going to a basketball game together that evening, which I was very excited about. The thought of fooling around with him was very exciting. But… I was in class. And I had a meeting for a club I was in right after that, which I also couldn’t miss. Sometimes being such a good student really got in the way of things!

But… maybe it didn’t have to. I had done the reading for class, I knew what this lecture was about, maybe I could skip it. Suddenly my heart was beating a little faster. It wouldn’t be such a big deal to skip it. And if left right away, I could probably see him, make it to my club meeting, and then go to the game. Now I felt that familiar heat between my legs too.

“Yes!! But I can’t stay too long, I have that meeting,” I replied and quietly gathered my things. I’d never skipped out in the middle of class before. I’d seen it done of course, but only from afar. Thankfully I wasn’t right in the front row, so I could be fairly unobtrusive as I left. Somehow the act of leaving class for him, for sex, was beyond thrilling. My dirty little secret.

It was a quick walk to his place. Anticipation and arousal growing with every step. I didn’t knock, I’d been there enough I felt comfortable walking right in and there he was, talking to his roommate in the living room. I hadn’t expected his roommate to be there, was a little embarrassed by his presence, but it was too far gone now. Roommate got a smile and a “hey, mind if I borrow him?” As I took my FWB’s hand and dragged him back to his room.

We were kissing as soon as his door was closed. I managed to tell him I was serious about being quick as he kissed down my neck and pulled my leggings off in one smooth motion. He threw one of my legs over his shoulder and devoured me while I stood leaning against his door. He didn’t even tease me about how worked up I clearly already was. After a minute or two of his lovely tongue, I motioned him to stop, so we could keep this quickie, quick. He maneuvered me over to his desk, sat me up on it, and pulled himself out of his shorts. Sitting there in my sweater, legs spread, waiting for him to enter me, I don’t think I could have told you what class I had skipped out on twenty minutes earlier.

My FWB had the ability to last when circumstances called for it, but to also go hard and fast when necessary. This was a hard and fast kind of afternoon. I’m sure his roommate heard his desk shaking and my various noises as he pounded me. Then cummed in me, my legs around him. Holding that embrace after he finished, reveling in his closeness and warmth.

Until good student me popped back up and scrambled off his desk and back into my leggings. Rushing off to my meeting before I’d be back to go to the game together. His roommate grinning in the living room, “no I can’t stay I have a meeting!!” As I rushed out of their apartment.

I made it with three minutes to spare, breathing a little hard, from the walk over of course. Enough time to send a quick “sorry, I started to feel ill” email to the professor I’d dipped out on. More content than usual to listen to bickering about the club’s budget. Just very content in general.