Get called on by Ms. White to answer one of her questions that you fail miserably to answer

You felt Ella foot pushing firmly against your erection making your head cloudy. You try to focus on Ms. White's words, about "cognitive fissures," but they're just sounds, shapes without meaning. All you can process is the slow, torturous pressure on your dick. Then you hear Ms. White call your name.

"The cognitive fissure concept," she says.

The words are just noise. The only thing real is the heat spreading through your groin as Ella's toes curl around your shaft. Cognitive fissure? You could use one right now to escape from this public humiliation and the unbearable, building pleasure.

Mr. Tatum words echo though your head. "I will bring out the best in each of you. But if you fall behind in my class I won't offer you a hand up."

The classroom is silent. The other girls have given up their whispering and are now staring at you openmouthed. Ms. White raises an eyebrow, her expression unamused. Abella is smirking.

"I... it's the, um..." you stammer. "It's about... finding the weakness in their... mind."

Ella giggles again, a soft, cruel sound that only you can hear. She increases the pressure of her foot, a steady, unforgiving rhythm.

"A... break," you manage, your face burning with embarrassment. "A break in... thinking."

The class is silent. Even Abella isn't smirking anymore. Ms. White sighs, shaking her head. "As I was explaining before your rather unhelpful contribution..."

She turns away, and the room lets out a collective breath. Ella leans over again, her breath hot against your ear.

"My, my," she whispers, her voice laced with amused cruelty. "You really are completely useless, aren't you? Your mind is as soft as your cock right now." She gives you a final, decisive squeeze, and the pleasure spikes so sharply your vision goes white for a second. You almost cum, your hips twitching.

She must feel it because she stops, pulling away her foot as the bell rings. You're panting, and sweat drips down the back of your neck.

As you stand up, Abella makes sure to knock you hard with her shoulder. "Keep your peeping to your own dorm next," she whisper venomously.

You watch her go, wanting to kill her, or at least want to break something, but you are saved by Ella as she put her slender arm around you.

"My little pet," Ella said, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest through the fabric of your shirt. "All tongue-tied and flustered." She leads you out of the classroom. "It's a good look for you."

The hallway is crowded, and you keep your head down, trying to make yourself smaller. You feel like a target. But Ella doesn't seem to care. Her arm around your shoulders feels like a shield, but it also feels like a leash. Everyone is watching. You can feel their eyes.

"Let's get some lunch," Ella says.

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