Just roll call

"John!" it's the teacher, she's taking attendance.

You yell "present! " trying to suppress the ache in your voice from how hard you are.

Just after you, Stacy's name is called. She stops feeling you, says present softly but clearly enough for the teacher to hear you.

"I guess we should sit down," she says. "Hey John, can we put our desks together? I'd like to sit right beside you today."

"Sure!" you reply.

Stacy smiles like a very happy girl as you set to moving your desk right next to hers, blocking an aisle. You do this by lifting it up so that it doesn't make a scraping noise, though you're not sure if Susan would care if you moved your desk, she seems to be in a good mood. You're towards the back so it doesn't block anyone's way.

The two of you sit down, and Stacy makes the best effort of snuggling against you that she can while sitting at a desk. She reaches an arm behind you and feels your back.

You turn her head towards you, and she looks into your eyes with a questioning look. You decide to go for the gold --- well maybe the qualifying rounds --- and move in for a kiss. Her lips part, and you move in with the tongue, probing her mouth. She squeaks in surprise but makes no move to stop you. Meanwhile she continues her one-arm embrace.

You come of for air and she gasps slightly. "Wow," she says. "John, I didn't know that you feel that way about me."

"Like what?" you say, deciding to play dumb.

"Um," she says, slightly tongue-tied. "Well, we've been friends for quite a while, haven't we?"

"Sure," you reply.

"Have you started having, I dunno, romantic feelings for me?" Stacy probes.

You take Stacy's hand. "I wouldn't exactly call my feelings 'romantic'," you reply, putting her hand on your massive tent pole.

Stacy's eyes go wide. "OH," she says. She doesn't make any moves to relocate her hand. "Wow, John. You're really hard. And, uh, big." She gives you an involuntary squeeze.

"How do you feel about that?" you ask her.

"Wet," is her immediate reply. Then she realises what she said. "I MEAN CONFUSED. John, we're just friends."

"Friends who feel up each other's bodies?" you ask, bringing up a hand to cup one of Stacy's boobs. She gasps slightly in surprise.

"Um, maybe not?" she says, not very convinced.

"You're the one squeezing my erection. You must be enjoying it," you tell her. "Let's see if you actually are getting wet," you say, slipping you hand between her legs. She spreads them involuntarily.

"John!!!" she whispers tersely. You feel the material of her panties, soaked through.

"We can't be having that," you say. You slip your hand underneath her bum, and pull down on her panties to take them off. Stacy struggles very half-heartedly but doesn't pose any real resistance.

"John, we're in class!"

The teacher cleared her throat. "Stacy, John, is there something you wanted to contribute to class?"