1st period science: Leslie and Ariel

As you walk in to your science class, the PA system chimes on. The school administrator shares that the building's AC is out. Today is unusually warm for this time of spring, but it's not so dreadfully hot that they need to close. Most people are worried about what a thousand sweaty teenagers are going to smell like in seven hours, but you have other things on your mind.

Namely, your lab partner, Leslie. She's one of the curvier cheerleaders with bouncy brown hair and absolutely delicious boobs. She's wearing a purple skirt and a silky blouse with long sleeves buttoned at the elbows that gives her shoulders and arms an alluring glow.

"Hey Leslie," you say as you sit down at the lab table next to her.

"Hi Sam, how are you?" she asks politely.

"I'm good, thanks. You?"

"Really hot!"

"I'll say," you joke with a wink.

She smiles at you and playfully punches your arm. "Hey!" she says. Then, "Fucking stupid about the AC. They should send us home."

"I guess we'll have to just suffer in silence," you tease as your teacher reminds you of today's task: crunching the measurements from your last lab to see if you performed the steps correctly.

You and Leslie work together, copying your notes neatly into your shared graph-paper lab book. You like Leslie, and she's become very flirtatious with you since That Night. You know she's still exclusive with her older boyfriend, Frankie - and that makes flirting even more fun. You've wondered if there might be any "no commitment" activities that she might be up for.

About halfway through class, Leslie wordlessly takes off her blouse. She's wearing a white, form-fitting camisole underneath that takes your breath away. It's low-cut and has spaghetti straps. The tank top must have a built-in bra because you don't see any evidence of one underneath the shirt.

Now you're finding it much more difficult to concentrate. You're supposed to be writing in the notebook while Leslie calls out results to you, but you can't keep your eyes off her copious cleavage which is now on display. Are they still called D-cups if there's no bra? you wonder idly.

You snap out of your trance when Leslie speaks up, "Hey I said four point two eight one not four point eight one two. Let me see that." She scooches closer to you and looks over your work in the notebook, giving you an even better chance to look over her breasts. You can follow the contours of her pillowy mounds almost all the way to the nipple, and you've got an uncharacteristically robust 1st-period boner.

"How's it going guys?" Ariel says as she slides a chair to the opposite side of your lab table and plops down. Ariel is a newcomer to the school and a weird one at that. She joined the cheerleading team, you assume, to make friends, but you can't imagine that's working out for her. You learned on That Night that she is devious, unabashed, and weirdly open about her sexual interests.

Leslie looks up from the lab book and responds coolly, "Just going over our work."

"Let me see," Ariel says. She's wearing jeans and a black t-shirt that says "You reach out to push the orc off the ledge. [Then some kind of design with a 1 on it.] But instead, lightly caress his back. He is uncomfortable." You're uncomfortable too as she grabs your lab book from Leslie. "My group is done, so I'm supposed to check other kids' work."

She glances at your notebook and smiles. "I think you'd get a better grade if you put your shirt back on, Leslie. Your tits are distracting your lab partner." You blush and Leslie scowls as Ariel laughs and moves on to the next table.

"Fucking weirdo," Leslie says. She slides the notebook back without another word, but after about thirty seconds she does, indeed, put her blouse back on over her tank top.

Fucking weirdo, you agree, and the rest of the class continues without incident.