"That is what I usually call it," Erica replied, watching intently as he kicked free of his jeans and shorts, tensing up a little at the sight before her. He was certainly a sight to behold, and she vaguely wished that she had more time to enjoy him. In more ways than one.

But then he was kissing her thighs, and that was enough to draw a little groan out of her, though she tried to choke it down slightly. It was late and silent, and the last thing she wanted was any sound carrying to the faculty buildings. She gave no resistance in having her shorts pulled down, eagerly wiggling out of them as he tugged. She reached down, running a hand through his hair, mussing it gently as she looked down at him.