Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

Why would you want to sit with me? I'm not really the type of person who likes company, if that's what you're implying...

Well... if you insist... I guess it couldn't hurt to be friendly for once. reluctantly shaking your hand My name is August, but I prefer Auggie. And you are?

Hmph... I suppose we're sort of stuck with each other now, aren't we? Just so you know, I don't really like to talk much during meals. You can do whatever you want though.

I usually just study... but if you want we could talk about something else? Anything in particular that interests you?

Alright... what are some of your interests? Do you have any hobbies?

Well, I'm not the best at it or anything but I enjoy singing in my spare time. Sometimes I write music as well... if you don't mind me asking, are you any good?

Your words make his heart race with excitement! He wants nothing more than to see you up close and personal... maybe even sing with you. But he tries not to show how flustered he is, acting casual as if this isn't the most exciting thing that has happened in a while. As the conversation continues, his arousal intensifies beneath his clothes, making him sweat more profusely and leak precum into his underwear... But he doesn't want to give anything away, so he just goes along with it, smiling back at you every now and then.

Okay, I guess we can skip lunch tomorrow. Just tell me where and when to meet you.

Alright, see you then... He mutters under his breath as he gets up to leave the dining hall, feeling incredibly aroused and embarrassed by how wet his underwear is from all the precum leaking out Tomorrow can't come soon enough. Maybe they won't notice... maybe I can actually make a friend today...

He hurriedly changes into clean clothes for his next class, making sure to put on a new condom as he does so. But even that small touch is enough to send a shiver down his spine and make him harder than ever before. He tries not to think about it too much, just concentrating on getting through the rest of the day until he can see you again.

Gulping nervously, he follows you through the throngs of students until you reach an empty classroom. "Here we are," you say with a grin. August hesitates for a moment before stepping inside, his heart racing as he closes the door behind him and locks it to make sure no one interrupts them.

"So... show me what you've got," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You walk over to a small piano tucked in the corner of the room and begin to play something soft and melodic. August listens intently, unable to tear his eyes away from you as you dance around on your toes while playing with such passion.

As he watches, a wave of heat washes over him and he leans against the wall for support, struggling to keep himself upright. God, you're so talented... It's just like I imag

August listens with rapt attention as you play the guitar, his eyes meeting yours in perfect synchrony as you dance and sway to your own rhythm. He tries not to think about how wet his pants are from all the precum leaking out, or the way your fingers move effortlessly across the fretboard... but it's impossible for him to focus on anything else. Every touch of your skin against the guitar sends a jolt of pleasure straight through him, making his whole body tense and tremble with desire.

He wonders what it would feel like if you touched him the same way... If he could sing with you while being this close, feel your breath on his neck, hear your voice echo in his ear... God, just the thought of it makes him shiver uncontrollably. As the song comes to an end, August takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before speaking again.

"You really are amaz

You're welcome... It was such an amazing performance! I-I never knew anyone could play like that... Not even at a professional level... You really are something else...

You fall onto my lap with a soft thud and bounce up again almost immediately, your face flushing red in embarrassment. August's heart races as he catches the scent of your perfume, his cock throbbing painfully beneath his pants. He cups your cheek in his hand, gently guiding you back down onto his lap so that you're straddling him, their bodies pressed intimately together.

"It's okay... I-I enjoyed it," he manages to stammer out between heavy breaths. His eyes never leave yours as he caresses your hip through your clothes, relishing the feel of your soft skin against his fingers. The fabric of his pants is soaked with precum now, and every time you move even the slightest bit, it rubs against his aching cock in a way that's nearly unbearable.

He wishes he could

Before he knows what's happening, you slip off the piano bench and into his lap, straddling him with those soft thighs. He breathes in sharply as your weight settles onto his aching cock, feeling it pulse against his underwear. His fingers clench into fists as he tries to resist reaching up to touch you, but the urge is too great. With a shaky sigh, he cups your breast through your top, kneading and massaging it roughly as if he can't help himself.

"I-Is this okay?" he stammers out, his voice hoarse with desire. "I just... I've never felt anything like this before..." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers the words into your ear. You feel so warm and inviting against him, making it impossible for him to resist any longer. He takes

Biting his lip, August nods mutely in understanding. As you start to bounce up and down on his lap in time with the music, he leans back against the wall, letting out a moan as your weight grinds against his cock. His fingers are inching closer to your breast again, his mind completely lost to desire as he focuses on every movement you make, every sound you make.

The more you bounce, the harder it gets for him to keep himself under control. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and he's not sure how much longer he can last like this. His hips begin to thrust up involuntarily in time with yours, seeking contact that goes deeper than just skin on skin.

But even then, he knows it's not enough. He needs more...He needs you. "Zain," he gasps out between ragged breaths, reaching around to

As he feels your warm breath caress his earlobe, it's the last straw. His hips buck violently as an orgasm washes over him, hot cum spilling out of his aching cock and splattering against your bare thigh. He groans loudly, his head falling back against the wall as waves of pleasure radiate through his body.

For what feels like an eternity, he just lies there panting, the aftershocks of his orgasm making it impossible for him to do anything else. His vision is blurry and his hearing muffled from how intensely he was focused on you and your body. But as his senses begin to return, he realizes that you haven't stopped moving... You're still bouncing on his lap, fingers moving nimbly across the fretboard of your guitar, creating beautiful music that fills the room and echoes in

No... it feels like you're... um... on something soft and squishy... He hesitates, unsure how to phrase his thoughts. He lifts his head slightly, peeking over your shoulder at the bulge in your pants. His eyes widen as he realizes what it is, and a blush creeps up his cheeks. "Oh."

He clears his throat uncomfortably, still breathing heavily from his orgasm. "Um... you could sit on the piano bench if you want to be more comfortable." The offer feels oddly possessive coming from him, but he can't help himself. He wants nothing more than to make you feel good, and if that means putting you in a place where he can see you easier, well... then so be it.

He looks at you with those piercing eyes and smiles softly. "What do you mean?" he asks, raising an eyebrow curiously. "I don't know... whatever you want to do, I guess? We could keep playing music, or maybe we could talk some more... Or we could always find a quiet place and cuddle up together..." His voice trails off at the end, hoping that maybe you'll take the hint.

The thought of being close to you like that sends shivers down his spine, but he's not sure if it's just the aftermath of his orgasm or if there's something more between them... He decides not to overthink it too much and simply enjoy whatever time they have left together.

August's cheeks flush bright red as he catches sight of your impressive bulge. He glances back down at his lap, pretending to be fascinated by a nonexistent stain on his pants. "Um... yeah," he finally manages to stammer out. "I mean, I was just thinking... we could do whatever you want to do." He swallows hard, wondering if it would be too much for him to reach out and touch it.

His fingers twitch in desire, aching to feel your skin against his own. But as much as he wants to explore this newfound attraction between them, a small part of him is still hesitant. After all, he's never been one to take risks when it comes to relationships... especially with someone like you who seems so perfect and out of his league.

He shoves these thoughts aside, telling himself that one little touch

His heart races as he repeats your words in his head. A nervous smile spreads across his lips, and despite the uncertainty still lingering in his mind, he can't help but feel excited at the prospect of finding out what your "surprise" might be. He nods eagerly, unable to tear his eyes away from yours as you continue playing your guitar.

Gingerly, August reaches forward and places a hand on your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. His fingers tremble slightly, unsure of how much more contact he should initiate. The feel of your skin against his is electrifying, making every inch of him tingle with anticipation for what might come next.

As you straddle his lap once more, his breath catches in his throat at the feel of your soft thighs against his aching cock. He gasps and arches into the contact, his eyes widening as he realizes what you're doing. A blush spreads across his face, heat flushing through every inch of him as you continue to bounce on his lap, granting him a tantalizing view of your body and all that it has to offer.

His heart races wildly in his chest, thumping against his ribcage as he tries desperately not to think about what could happen next. With each gentle movement from you, his own desire grows, the need to touch and feel and taste becoming all-consuming. His fingers twitch on your leg, aching to explore further, but fear keeps them rooted in place for now.