When you sat next to me in our lecture hall, I didn't really think anything of it. There seem to be fewer chairs in this hall due to the fact that these were large tables with chairs, as opposed to individual desks. And while there were a few open seats, it still didn't seem odd that you took a seat next to me.

For someone who was clearly not the typical college aged student, you were certainly in the running for most attractive in the freshman class. Not in that "innocent, naive" sort of way, but you carry yourself with such confidence. And despite the fact that you're a little older than the typical freshman, you didn't dress like a typical mother. The relatively short sundress you're wearing on the first day has gotten you quite the bit of attention. And something about this situation was making me feel brash; maybe it was your outfit, maybe it was the fact that all of the guys were checking you out on your way to the chair next to me, or maybe it was the fact that I'm a horny college guy...whatever it is, I placed my hand on your thigh in the middle of the lecture. I heard you gasp, and out of the corner of my eye, saw you looking around frantically...but as if to see if anyone else noticed, because you didn't try to move my hand away. Once you stopped searching for observers, I started to move my hand up your thigh...curious to see how far you'd let me go.