Calm down. (Or at least try to.)

It was pure luck that Mason glanced up at the clock on the wall. And it was even better luck that he still had enough functioning brain cells to realize something. The class would end soon. And in addition to immense disappointment, he began to feel nervous. He had spent the second half of his class gawking at his teacher secure in the knowledge that he would face no consequences.

But now that bill was coming due.

Because when that bell rang, he would have to stand up. And he would have to walk out of the classroom. And everyone, Ms. Bailey, Yumi, and all his classmates, would get a good look at his shockingly hard cock trying to tear a hole in his pants.

It was a mortifying thought. The thought of Yumi seeing him like this was especially terrible. Being friends while going through puberty had definitely been weird. But that had managed to avoid anything super awkward. Like for instance, the poor girl seeing his boner at full mast. She would probably be more embarrassed than him.

Fortunately, fate threw him a lifeline.

"Alrighty then," Ms. Bailey said, her hands clasped together in front of her in a way that squished her boobs together. "I think that's enough for today. Why don't you all take whatever time we have left before the bell, and get a head start on your homework? And if you have any questions just ask."

After that, the unknowing cause of his current predicament sashayed to her desk and sat down. Never in his nerdy life was Mason so pleased to be given homework. But right now it was what he needed. It was the perfect excuse to not look at his lovely teacher. Plus it was a good way to get his mind to think about something else. Admittedly, he didn't know what his homework was. But a quick scan of the board let him know he had to answer a few questions in his textbook. He fished the book out of his backpack and opened it to the right page. He instantly realized that he only kind of knew the answers after not listening to Ms. Bailey's lecture. But he decided to press forward. After all, his college applications were already in the mail, and one half-assed piece of homework was hardly going to tank his GPA anyway.

So flipping back and forth through the pages of the chapter he did his best to answer the required questions. While it was a slow, grinding process he did make headway. And the chance to focus on something other than how hot his teacher was or how horny he was. In fact, slowly he felt his dick start to deflate.

It actually looked like he might be alright after all.

"Ms. Bailey?" Yumi said cautiously, raising her hand only a little above her head.

The young teacher's blonde tresses swayed when she looked up from whatever paperwork she had been doing. Then they bounced (in rhythm with her bosom) as she energetically paraded down the aisle towards Yumi. Eventually, she ended up between Mason and his petite, Japanese friend.

"What are we looking at, Yumi?" Ms. Bailey asked warmly.

"Oh, um, it's about question nine."

During this exchange, Mason kept his head down. He stared at the paper he was writing on. He read and reread the question he was trying to answer. He even closed his eyes for a few seconds. Under no circumstances could he allow himself to look to his right. Not while Ms. Bailey was standing right there. Not while her bubbly ass was less than two feet away from him.

But his eyes betrayed him. They darted in her direction and he was instantly transfixed. Not only was her butt right there but once again her skirt was practically vacuum sealed to it. Once again, the model-gorgeous woman was bent over at the waist. She was almost at a right angle as she tried to walk Yumi through the question that gave the younger girl trouble. At least that's what Mason assumed was happening. Once more he found himself completely unable to process what was being said. He was having to spend every ounce of his concentration and willpower in an attempt to tear his gaze away from her succulent backside.

But Ms. Bailey (or maybe the app) had one more trick up her sleeve. Her knees began to bend a little. First, her left, then her right, back and forth in a steady rhythm. This **** her glutes to flex and her ass to swing back and forth in his face.

That clinched it. Mason was stuck gawking at her one-of-a-kind bum. It was all he could do to keep his head from swiveling to watch the show. But there was nothing to be done about the situation in his pants. His cock was now harder than steel and a wet patch was forming on his jeans from the copious precum he was leaking.

And, of course, that was the moment the bell chose to ring.

Mason practically jumped out of his skin. Now he was in trouble. He was even more obviously erect and had no time to think of a plan. His blonde head snapped around frantically, hoping no one had caught him staring at his teacher's butt. Most of his classmates were just eager to leave and were already moving towards the door. But two girls who sat behind him, a redhead and a brunette he didn't really know, were giggling to each other and throwing him knowing looks.

Only two other people weren't moving to leave. Ms. Bailey was wishing her students a good afternoon as they left, catwalking back toward her desk. And Yumi, who was hovering awkwardly next to him.

"Are you, um, coming Mason?" She asked, a little puzzled. Mason gulped as he pulled his textbook into his lap.

"Oh, I'm just," he paused for a moment while he formulated some excuse. "I'm just gonna finish these questions. I'm almost done, just don't want to lose my train of thought."

"Okay," the Asian girl said, seeming a little nervous about something. "Did you still want a ride home?"

Yumi had been his ride to and from school for the past five or so months. After she got a car for her eighteenth birthday the two of you quickly decided the bus was just no longer worth it.

"Of course, as long as you're still offering." He offered his tiny friend a smile, hoping to put her at ease.

"Good." Apparently, it worked, she seemed relieved nothing was actually wrong. "I'm just going swing by the bathroom. Meet you in the parking lot?"

They both nodded, and Yumi left quickly. Mason took a deep breath, lifted up his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. That was close. He put his textbook back on his desk. No point in just pretending to do his homework. But he only got one more question answered before he was interrupted again.

"Did you need help, Mas-"

He wasn't sure how he didn't notice when Ms. Bailey walked up to him. He didn't even notice when she got next to him and leaned down to take a look at his homework. But he did notice when she talked. And when she suddenly stopped talking. The woman had meant to look at his work, but her blue eyes had gone wide as dinner plates when she saw his crotch.

Mason felt the same fierce blush spread on his cheeks that suffused her face. All the way from her hairline to her neck quickly turned tomato red at the sight. He was still sporting a raging hardon. In fact, having this exquisite woman so close to him was only making it worse.

The giant nerd had never been more embarrassed. Under different circumstances, the thought of his teacher getting shocked by the sight of his hard cock could be pretty awesome. In fact, if the app had given her different traits it could be the start of something beautiful. But it hadn't. It gave her bigger boobs and made her remorselessly tease him. So now he was stuck with what was for all intents and purposes a giant sign advertising his hornyness.

He tried to stammer out some sort of explanation or excuse. But she beat him to the punch.

"Oh! Um. W-Well why don't you… take a few minutes. I'll just run… to the teacher's lounge! For coffee!" Ms. Bailey spoke as quickly as she could but was clearly not sure what to say. But that almost didn't matter. Because the blonde scurried out of the room like a squirrel who just spotted a hawk. Or rather she probably tried to scurry, but her widely swinging hips ensured it was more a case of speedily strutting her stuff.

Left alone in the classroom Mason buried his face in his hands and groaned in frustration. He wasn't sure what opportunities his new app opened for him. He wasn't even sure what his ultimate plans were. Or even what he might want to do with (or to) Ms. Bailey. But this couldn't have helped. There was really no way making things super awkward could help him in the future.

After a few minutes of peace and quiet, he finally went soft. He stuffed his things into his backpack and left with his head held low.