Isabelle

You walk over to the hot blonde, sitting down across from her.

"Hey," you say. "I managed to snag two trays of the fancy food they reserve for teachers."

"Oh, thanks," she says, grinning as she takes the tray. "God, that looks really delicious. I'm Isabelle."

"Jack," you say.

"So, how'd you manage to get this? Usually it's only given to students when they rat someone out or spend a term or two kissing ass," Isabelle asks.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," you say.

"Ooh, mysterious," Isabelle smiles, as she takes her first bite of the steak. "God, that's delicious. I really appreciate this, Jack."

The two of you begin eating, before you feel her bare foot rubbing against your leg through your trousers. She gently rubs her foot further up your leg where she gently strokes your inner thigh. Her two feet pause, pressing against your soft dick and gently beginning to rub.

"Enjoying your food?" Isabelle winks.

"Very much so," you smile back.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"We're finished our meal," Isabelle says.

"So, what's for desert?" you ask.

"I don't know," Isabelle says coyly. "I'm just so very thankful. I wish there was some way to thank you."

"Oh, I can think of a few ways for that," you grin.

"Well, do you have anything in mind?"