"Am I interrupting?" pt2

A couple of days had passed since that evening, and I had already forgotten about him because today was my first day of school. I enrolled in the first year of a production program, and now I'm already late for my first class.

After two classes and meeting new teachers and my group, I headed to my last class. I entered the classroom, sat in my seat, and when the teacher walked in, I was very surprised. It was him. That same blue-eyed guy from the club. He introduced himself and began teaching his class, while scanning the newcomers, and when his gaze stopped on me, I realized that Tim recognized me. He looked at me for a while, but

eventually looked away. After class, I was one of the last to leave, along with Lida, but he asked me to stay. My friend headed for the classroom exit, while I stood near the teacher and waited for everyone to leave.

"Chris... I hope you haven't told anyone about us?"

"No, of course not."

"Great, that's how it should stay. Let's forget about that evening and maintain professionalism," — I don't know why, but I felt somewhat hurt by his words, even though I understood it was really better not to spread word about that night.

I left the office and went home. That evening, I promised the girls again to go to the same club, but now I'm not even sure. What are the chances I'll meet HIM there again? Yes, even though it was the first day of school, we still have homework assigned to us.

So, evening came, I put on my short blue evening dress, designed to attract anyone's attention thanks to its neckline. I met my friends at the club entrance, and we went inside.

After about two hours of fun dancing and a bunch of cocktails, I went to the restroom to powder my nose. When I came out, I couldn't find my friends and decided to head to the bar where I thought I'd find them, but instead, I found my already quite drunk teacher there...

"Mind if I join?" I addressed the guy.

"Actually... no, you won't be a bother," replied the blue-eyed guy, stood up, took my hand, and pulled me with him toward the restroom.

"What about professionalism?" I whispered into the guy's ear, following him to the already familiar place.

"To hell with that."

We entered the restroom, locked ourselves in a stall, and the foreplay began. He started taking off my dress, and with his kisses from my neck down to my lower belly, the guy incredibly aroused me, and I was already completely wet. He roughly and firmly grabbed my hair, put me on my knees, and unzipped his pants.

I began sucking his huge cock, trying to take it all in completely. My mascara ran, my whole face was covered in my saliva, and on top of that, the guy's cum.

Then, Tim lifts me from my knees, sits down on the toilet himself, covering the lid, and now it's my turn. I sit on the guy's lap, his hands on my waist, his lips on my neck, and I start riding his cock.

I hear someone entering the restroom and recognize my friends' voices. I start to stop, but my teacher's actions make it clear that I shouldn't stop, and we continue.

I try to be quieter, but I feel I'm already approaching my peak.

"Where's Chris? I thought she was here..." says Lida, or Mila... honestly, I'm not paying attention right now. One of them replied that they should go back to the club and wait for her there, at their table.

Meanwhile, just as I was about to cum, Tim took me off him, turned me around with my back to him, leaned me against the wall, and continued fucking my pussy, slapping my ass with all his might, until there was no one else in the room.

The guy started trying to penetrate my virgin back hole with his thumb, realized it wasn't easy, and spat there to lubricate it. This helped him enter my anal opening, which started arousing me even more. I had long wanted to try anal sex and often dreamed about it, but definitely not now...

After a while, we started cumming at the same time.