The room was pretty small for a class room. Enough for about 15 people but the class had about 12. The desks were old school kiddy desks, light brown with metal legs. I could barely move my legs to slide out without doing a bit of a hunched limbo.
The class was a basic French class. A 200-level elective that was required in most bachelor programs. French or Spanish was usually the preferred options. I was in some type of French program from 2nd grade and assumed this class should be pretty "facile" (easy).
The room was dark and a bit dank. Some light came into the vestibule, but it was not a north-facing room. The light trickled in like a leak in a sailboat cabin, slowly and unsuspected. The windows were large, but the room still lacked any real rays directly in the space.
It felt a bit like a Parisienne dorm room or hostile. It was a place to learn and to grow but it also was a bit drab and for the most part very ennuyeux - (Un-nu-we-yux (boring). The only thing that made the class a bit of fun was talking to some of the girls. As luck would have it most of the girls were not very interesting to me. Sounds mean, but it was a vibe thing.
I found myself talking to a girl that was as unexcited about the class as I was, Margot. Her lack of excitement was primarily because her parents were from France and with living most of her life in Canada, she was pretty much fluent. She was upbeat and very nice which I attributed to her being Canadian. A product of nurture, not necessarily nature made her nicer then the American (Les Etas Unis) eleves (students).
Margot was about 5' 8" with dark brown hair. She wore it in a ponytail most days. Her eyes were brown and she had serious demeanor. Her whole face would light up when she smiled. Her eyes scrunched and her cheeks would bunch up. It was really cute. I enjoyed making her laugh.
Every day we would just count the minutes to be able to leave the class and do ANYTHING else. We would make faces at each other when the class was really droning on. (The faces suggest can we just wrap this merde (shit) up?)
I actually liked French then and do like French now, but this class was all about semantics and grammar. Oddly, it was kind of difficult, heavy on conjugation and things that are inconsistent with English. Most lessons focused on masculine/feminine adjectives, pairing pronouns with verbs etc... All wrought memorization... tres ennuyeux (very boring).
Boring or not, our exams and quizzes required preparation. One day after class, we decided to meet up and study for a while. We decided to use the school's library. Although, the library at Michigan State was not quiet. Too many people attended it to be seen and heard, tres bruyant (very noisy).
I was a pro at hunting and finding the perfect quiet spots. The key was roaming through the "stacks", finding the little nooks around philosophy books or something seldom frequented. There you could find a small table meant for two. Hindsight being 20/20, we should have meet near the language department. That shit was as quiet as little mouse.
Our first study session went well so we decided to continue to meet up. The meetings were strictly business but every once in a while, we did catch each other's eyes. The thoughts behind her glare had a glimmer of curiosity. I am not sure what she was thinking at the time, but I did secretly want her to be into me at least mildly.
I was a gentleman the whole time mainly because I wanted to do well on the test and I am a super nerd when it comes to learning. Rarely did my eyes glance at her pretty breasts, glance at her butt or think anything but nous, vous, elle, il and ils.
We had fun, she had a great sense of humor, and we loved playing with the pronunciation of the French words. We would make the words super "American" sounding or even with a Canadian "aye" for giggles. This lasted for a month at the same time in our same location (hidden philosophy stack).
We aced the quizzes and the exams were just large quizzes so those became pretty easy as well. All you had to do is remember the same information from the quizzes and it was impossible to fail.
If you are familiar with my writing style you inevitably know that at some point we may, most likely hook up. Otherwise, why are you learning all this French and sitting in this dark class with me (reader)?
Spoiler alert, yes, there was a time when we knew that we were good-to-go with the class. We studied are tails off and the semester was ending. The class became a bit of a movie day with a substitute teacher in class...metaphorically. It was the same teacher droning on about something French, but we had taken all our tests and quizzes, and we would not be having a midterm test.
So basically, the class was just like sitting on a train waiting for the next stop. This day, the sun found a way into the classroom. The 10:20 am class was normally drab, but this day was different. Our "prof" was enlightening us on the architecture of roads in France.
Quelque chose ajout de Arrondisement (Someting about the Arrondisement) streets being designed like a spoke of a wheel. And actually, for more travels in pedanticism, this is true of the way Detroit roads are built.
Anyways, Margot looked at me and rolled her eyes and dramatically fainted to suggest that this is boring her to death. I agreed and also passed out with boredom. We laughed quietly.
She got my eye contact and tilted her head towards the door. Like lets get out of here. A true nerd, I was not a fan of leaving. So, I shot back a look of fear and awe. She gave me a sad face and started ringing the tears from her eyes suggesting that I was a baby.
She knew how to get me going. But like a true nerd I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom. That way I could be respectful of the prof while also getting free from the room.
"Mai qui Donald, bien sur," she said, unaware that I was totally fooling her. HA. I ran into the hallway and waited. Then I realized that I made Margot's escape impossible. I was too loud and honest. We were supposed to sneak away quietly, and I made a big fuss.
Within a minute Margot was in the hallway with all of her bags. "How did you get free?" I asked confused. She said she had a doctor's appointment. Genius, I wish I thought of that and I would have grabbed my bag which was still in the room. Margot grabbed my hand and ran towards the door. I thought we were leaving but then she ducked into this janitor's closet.
This place was dark and dank. I was wishing for the days of the classroom as we settled in. I knew Margot was up to something, but I was not sure of what. Later, I learned that the whole time we were studying she was with this dickhead that was unhappy with our study sessions.
Long story short, they were no longer in the same type of relationship. She was actually curious about what could be with us, but she stayed true to him then. Apparently, on this day she felt free to pursue what felt right. An opportunity to feel good, with me.
This room had a funny smell, like old mop water. We barely had any room to stand up. She threw her bag down and wrapped her hands around my neck. She kissed me so hard that I thought I had just won some type of sweepstakes. We were in full celebration mode.
I kissed back but with less enthusiasm because I needed some answers. "What has gotten into you?" I said while our mouths were still locked. "Just go with it," she demanded without hesitation. Oddly, that is all I needed to hear.
She pressed her body up against mine and lifted her left leg around my hip. She began to grind and push against me. This was a whirlwind of activity. Yet our connecting like this was oddly familiar. All of our talking and laughing easily transitioned into soft core porn in a janitor's closet.
My arms bumped a mop or a broom or both, but all I wanted to do was match her energy. I began to rub her butt which it turns out I wanted to do for a long time. It was fleshy and perky. She enjoyed the sensation of my grip as she moaned and grabbed mine right back.
The class was ending in 15 minutes or so, which meant that other people in the class would be walking out soon. We had little time to play in this closet, so we had to make the best of it.
After kissing each other hard like we a just reunited after years of absence. She began to pull down my pants. Hesitant, I allowed it because I was already looking pretty weak from the permissioned-hooky-bathroom incident previous.
My pants were down to my knees and in that small time my dick was saluting like a sailor in the presence of an officer. She stopped kissing me and pulled her pants down including her panties. She turned away from me and put her hands on a small shelf full of cleaning materials.
She arched her back and bent over spreading her legs wide. She looked back and grabbed me by my dick with one hand. She lightly jerked it. A good friend always comes first is my creed... So, I dropped to my knees and began to devour her butt and inner thighs. I was kissing every ounce of her body from her waist down.
She arched her back and began to shake around. I put a finger in from behind and she groaned deeply..."Yes." I was going to stay with the one finger, but her excitement encouraged another. I slowly slid the second finger in. She lifted her leg and put her knee against a small chair in the corner of the room.
It was literally standing room only. The doorknob was pressing against my butt when I leaned back. I had to scooch super close to ensure that I wasn't pegged with a golden doorknob.
The second finger found the first finger and I began stroking deeply. She purred like a kitten... So much so that I was sure someone would hear us banging around in there. Undeterred, I kept using the come-hither motion to hit her g-spot (It's kind of my thing). She was into it and continued breathing heavily. Her legs and ass looked like a tribute to Nefertiti or some type of symbol of beauty and fertility.
I took my other hand and began playing around the vulva and flicking her clit while still stimulating her g-spot. Within minutes she yelled out the only French I remember from that whole semester....Oh fuck...Mon Dieu (my God)...PUTAIN (FUCK). She began to shake and tremble. I think I may have had a bit of precum because the scene was sooo Gorgeous.
She was my friend and I respected her too much to let anyone catch us in that closet. After she came, all I wanted to do is get her cleaned up and away from the scene. I thought the best thing to do would be to run back into class so that she could make a clean getaway. People can always tell when you have been in a "fresh" sexual experience and I wanted to shield her from that judgement.
I pulled my pants up and helped her. I gave her a long kiss and said, "I am not sure what just got into you, but I would love to see more of it soon." She laughed and I ran to the bathroom to clean up the smirk on my face and wetness on my fingers.
I slid into class minutes before the end and tried to act cool. I was gone so long that at the very least I was taking a shit and it is hard to have eye contact with people when they know the deeds you have just done. I was good with that deed as opposed to anyone calling my friend a Salope (non-feminist slur).
Class ended and Margot was waiting outside the building for me. I was so happy to see her because it seemed like things ended abruptly. I felt like I was rude. Our eyes met and she gave me a deep kiss. A couple of the girls from class walked by as she was doing it. "Oh, la, la" one of the girls called out to us.
We both did not care because we felt safe in each other's arms. "So, what do you say we study at my house this time?" I said enthusiastically. She agreed.
Ok, kids, class over. "A bientot" (till next time).
