Class Time

Stace dropped Amy off on campus and left on her own adventures. Amy went to her English 101 class where she had planned to arrange for her "accidental" exposure. The thought of her coming embarrassment was already making her feel hot.

She arrived a few minutes early and started reviewing the chapter in The Elements of Style that had been assigned for this class while her professor worked quietly on her lecture. Amy found it almost impossible to concentrate and hoped Dr. Madisen didn't notice the way her hands kept on involuntarily fiddling with her skirt.

Soon the rest of the students crowded in and filled the seats around her. This gave her the cover she needed to carry out her plan: she took one corner of her wrap skirt and jammed it in the space where the chair's leg bent under the seat of the chair. She gave it a casual tug to make sure it was truly stuck. Then it was just a matter of waiting.

As class droned on, Amy found her mind constantly wandering to her coming exposure. She kept on mishearing the professor, too, hearing "cunnilingus" when Dr. Madisen said, "compound sentence," "dicking" instead of "diction," "snatch" instead of "syntax."

Amy pressed her knees together and shifted around in her seat to fight the urge to jill off right in class, just in anticipation. Finally, Dr. Madisen dismissed the class. The moment had finally come.

Amy slung her bookbag over her shoulder, took a deep breath, and stood up. Her wrap skirt, wedged under the chair, stayed behind.