Finishing up another seemingly normal day.

After lunch, Greg continued with his classes and his hopeless girl watching. Before long, it was last period, and he was in Mrs. Martin's last period math class. Mrs. Martin was getting on in age in terms of Greg's definition, around forty, but she was still attractive in her own way. She had gone from curvy to slightly chubby over the years, but that didn't keep her from retaining some of the beauty she once had copious amounts of.

The period had started off innocuously enough, Mrs. Martin had simply asked the class to do some exercises from the text. She began making her rounds of the class to check everyone's progress and help with the work. After completing a few of the problems, Greg leaned all the way back in his chair and felt two warm, soft things press into his back. Mrs. Martin had approached Greg from behind to peer over his shoulder at his work when he had decided to lean back. Greg peered over his shoulder and realized that the things pressed against his back happened to be Mrs. Martin's copious breasts. She pulled back somewhat violently in an attempt to correct her little slip-up.

"Good work, Greg," she said as she looked at his answers. "Just one mistake here on this last problem...you factored incorrectly here which throws off your answer. What you should have done..." her voice trailed off in Greg's mind as he thought about how good her breasts felt pressed against his back. A small bulge formed in his pants, leading him to seek out the sensation again. As Mrs. Martin leaned over again to point at part of the problem she was talking about, he leaned back once again. The bulge expanded as her breasts once again came into contact with his back. She pulled away, brushing it off as mistakenly leaning too far forward again. As she pulled back, her hand dragged on the desk sent one of his pencils rolling off it.

"Oops, I'll get that!" she quickly blurted out in a nervous tone, attempting to draw the focus away from the sexual tension. She leaned over and reached out as the pencil bounced off Greg's leg and fell toward his crotch. Her breasts pressed full **** into his back again as her open hand snagged the pencil in mid-air, less than an inch from his crotch. Naturally, however, her hand continued to travel forward from the momentum of the catch and ultimately closed around the bulge that had formed in Greg's pants. For that split second, a shockwave surged through his body as Mrs. Martin unexpectedly and unwittingly squeezed his erection through his pants. The involuntary response caused his cock to throb in her hand once before she pulled back in shock, letting out a muffled yelp. The pencil finally lay under Greg's erection as Mrs. Martin had stepped away from his desk.

"How clumsy of me, I'm terribly sorry about that," she said sheepishly as she moved on to the student in front of her. Greg's cock twitched again when he noticed her now visibly erect nipples.

Greg's cock pounded away for the rest of the lesson as he thought about the strange accidental encounter. Finally, the bell rang and school was over. The swelling in his pants had gone down a bit, but he still sported a tiny but noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Hey! Let's get on out of here! It's too hot for school today!" a certain someone exclaimed from afar. Greg looked up from his backpack as he was putting his books away to see Alexandria Gottart approaching. The two had been friends since elementary school, when everyone thought members of the opposite sex were "icky" and the sexual tension did not exist. Alex was Greg's perfect foil -- where he was reserved and somewhat deadpan, stoic perhaps, she was bubbly, energetic, and adventurous. She was also very diminutive, at 5'1", sometimes making her seem like an overenthused child. She sometimes took this idea to heart, acting with reckless abandon, though her free-spiritedness was what gave her a unique personality.

Greg blushed slightly as he had been jarred from his thoughts of the recent incident.

"Hey, what are you all hot and bothered about? Those bullies steal your lunch money again?" she quipped.

"Oh, it's nothing." They continued out to their lockers and then met up again to walk home. Alex lived a couple of blocks away from Greg.

"I still can't believe how much you grew over the summer."

"Neither can I." Greg had previously been only a couple of inches taller than Alex, now he towered over her.

"And your voice is deep and manly," she emphasized the "manly" with a throaty impression of a goofy television announcer.

"Yes, it is."

"So, how was your day?"

"Oh, you know, the usual."

"Do you wanna come back to my house? Maybe veg out -- order some pizza and watch tv?"