"Move to the Front, Please"

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.

With all the determination she could muster, Tanya tried to keep her self moving despite the wonderful pleasure each step brought.

It drove her wild, but thankfully she was making steady progress.

She almost fumbled at one point, when the conniving blonde Stacey slipped out a shoe to trip her up, but Tanya caught it and stepped around without issue.

Unfortunately for Tanya, once she retook her seat at the front her luck was about up.

The walk had left her bottle pressed firm against her sensitive snatch. With Ms. Dee watching and in view of so many fellow students, Tanya couldn't risk trying to dislodged it before class ended.

Instead, she could only get enough play to squeeze and rock the cylinder between her slick thighs. That definitely did not help anything.

Tanya was a horny, nervous wreck. She could feel Stacey and friends watching her. She could almost hear the whispers behind her back. Too afraid to really move, Tanya was fumbling and sweating like she was on the hot seat.

By the time Ms. Dee collected the exam papers, she was very suspicious of Tanya.

"She hasn't even answered a third of the questions and she looks guilty. I wonder if she really was cheating... Could she have been cheating all along?" Ms. Dee shook her head.

"How could I be fooled? I'll have to keep an extra close eye on her now," decided the young teacher. "It's the best available option."

At the bell most students bolted for the door, but Tanya did her best to wait them out. Finally she shuffled back to her bag, gathered her belongings, and shuffled cautiously into the hallway.