"Move to the Front"

Tanya could not believe her poor luck!

"I'd like to believe you, but... I'll need you to move to the front, please," said Ms. Dee.

Tanya froze. "How can I move to the front?! If I get up my bottle of "horny-helpers" will fall out of my skirt! And that would be way too embarrassing," Tanya internally whined.

Then she had an idea, the only idea that seemed possible. She pressed on the bottle, through her skirt to get it as far up her thighs as possible then clenched with her legs.

It was far from ideal, but she should be able to walk... she hoped.

Of course, despite her attempts at subtlety, many curious classmates wondered more openly why Tanya was apparently fondling herself.

Her ears burned with shame. She tried to block it out and carefully stood as inconspicuously as possible. Then picked up her pen and exam paper.

Ms. Dee watched the girl take some small and slightly awkward steps, but decided not to harp on it. Tanya had been ill, after all.

Unfortunately, with every step the bottle grazed against her sensitive slit, sending small waves of pleasure through her core.

As the pleasure mounted, her steps shortened.

"Hurry up, now. This shouldn't be an all day affair," warned Ms. Dee.

"Yes, miss," Tanya agreed and tried to liven her pace. This only made things worse.

By the time she reached the front, her thighs and the bottle were slick with her arousal and Tanya feared the class would notice.

Tanya turned to approach an open seat when Stacey slipped out her foot.

Poor Tanya stumbled and staggered, for only a second, but it was long enough!

The bottle slipped from her skirt and rolled right to Stacey's shoe.

Tanya's eyes went wide and her legs felt weak. She could nearly die!

Time moved in slow motion for Tanya as the pretty blonde reached down and picked up the bottle.

"Horny helpers," Stacey loudly read the handwritten label Jan had affixed. "To be taken as needed to curb excessive arousal."

The whole class broke into laughter. Tanya wanted to sink through the floor. She must have turned redder than her hair.

"Why is this all wet?" Stacey examined the container. "Oh, God! Wait! Was this up your cooch!? Gross!" She dropped the bottle and it rolled away.

"Nooo!" Tanya dove, her senses kicking back in at double speed, on hands and knees after the cylinder. As she scrambled after the capsules her skirt flapped up revealing her exposed posterior and slick folds to the wildly amused class.

As she finally got her hands on the bottle, Stacey teased, "Take them orally next time slut." Once again the room broke into laughter at poor Tanya's expense.