Glad that class is ending, I look everywhere but at the line of students shuffling by me.  I politely nod to the few supporters, but concentrate on shutting everything else out.  That's why the physical contact, intensely<em>personal</em>physical contact, is such a surprise.  Two fingers being shoved in was quite unexpected, and they don't go very far.  I'm a little slick inside from all the attention, but certainly not enough for him to just start fumbling around in there.  Half of me wants to show him how to do it right, just so the next poor girl who happens to be naked near him doesn't have to go through this.<br/><br/>"Of course you like me, I'm a half-naked girl.  Unfortunately, I have no idea who you are and here is not the place," I politely decline through gritted teeth,<strong>gently shoving him out</strong>.<br/><br/>Quieter, I explain, "You can't just shove in places, you've got to warm her up," gently stroking around my lips before letting the stream of students carry him away.  A few of them catch my example and "ooooh" and "aaaaaw."  One girl gently strokes me as she passes by, not even glancing to the side, but I feel a slip of paper under my thigh.  Glancing at it, it reads, "Call me!" with a phone number.<br/><br/><em>More and more fans...</em>I mentally sigh, but it's flattering that some random girl is hitting on me.  I never thought about it before, but it could be fun.  The ego boost is enough to get me through another dozen passers-by before I float back to reality.