Don't Fight It

I couldn't resist the temptation. I knew if anyone saw I'd never hear the end of it. I knew if the teacher caught me, I'd probably get suspended, but I didn't care. All that matter was gently, quietly, pulling my skirt up to my waist, gently slipped my hand into the waistband of my tights, and pressing my finger tips into my damp knickers.

I gasped as the pressure easily penetrated the thin cotton and rubbed against my clitoris, already hard as the danger of the situation, and the proximity of Emma, turned me on so much. I started to slowly massage myself through my underwear, struggling not to moan or cry out as the class continued on around me.

All the time I was imagining caressing the beautiful form in front of me, running my hands down over her face, to her pert, firm breasts, down towards her own clit and slit, running my hands over her, running my tongue over her...

I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud. My fingers almost independant of my mind pulled the sodden crotch of my knickers away now so I could directly rub my pounding flesh. I was on top of Emma, I was grinding my hips against hers, pressing our sexes together, and I was coming, coming so hard.

I opened my eyes, and looked up, half expecting to see the entire class staring at me. All I saw though was the back of Emma's head again, and the teacher carrying on her drivel about Mary Shelley. As the waves of ecstasy washed over me, I carefully withdrew my hand from my tights, and pulled down my skirt. I shifted in my seat, wet from my orgasm and still horny for the young blonde sitting infront of me, and amazed at what I had just done.

The action had given me a huge buzz.

And it had given me a huge confidence boost.

Finally, the bell signalling the end of period rang, and the teacher yelled out homework as we all scurried for the door. As usual, she had totally forgotten that she had told me to stay behind. As I walked down the corridor, I saw Emma ahead, unusually not surrounded by her crew of the 'cool girls' - a party which I was most definitely not a member of. And, even more unusually, I saw her cheeks red and puffy, her perfect blue eyes watery as she went through the door into the Medical Room...