Thankfully, since homeroom was already underway, the W hall was mostly deserted. I breathed a sigh of relief at this, and continued down the hall, still inexplicably hand in hand with my fellow student Tiffany. She chatted away about her AP classes, but I didn’t really hear a word of it, instead mainly focusing on scanning the hall for any potential witnesses to this embarrassment. Any remaining focus was spent on the increasingly debilitating pain coming from my exposed member.
The pain in my crotch slowed our progress down the hall, and what should have been a sixty second trip down W Wing, at max, stretched into and past the second minute as I shuffled slowly down the hall. I hunched forward slightly as if I had a cramp, which this more or less was, only in my dick instead of my gut. Nothing helped much.
I politely nodded along to the tales of AP woes that my classmate rattled on with, even as I completely ignored her. I felt a deep desire to stroke myself, to masturbate myself even, as they had done to me in the classroom, if only to give a moments relief to the pain. My embarrassment won out, however, and I left my left hand at my side and my right in Tiffany’s grasp. I had to concentrate to make sure I didn’t suddenly move my hand to relieve myself, deciding this one withheld desire might maintain what little dignity I had left, even at the expense of my own discomfort.
Trying to turn my mind to something else, I began closely examining my escort to the nurses office, using peripheral vision and the occasion subtle glance to my right.
I didn’t know Tiffany well, she had apparently been a grade younger than I most of the way through grade school. At some point had skipped ahead a grade, leaving most of her friends behind to dedicate herself to an accelerated education. Not many in my grade knew her very well, especially since she was of such a studious nature, not attending many parties and the like.
She was several inches shorter than I, maybe 5’1” or 5’2”, with long jet black hair stretching down almost a quarter of that distance. She had, big, round brown eyes in the center of a round, reddish colored face, looking as if she were blushing even when she was not. Upon slightly larger than average ears she had hung long red beaded earrings, visible only intermittently as the swung in and out from behind her hair as she walked.
Looking down, I saw today she wore a dressy-ish sleeveless yellow paisley blouse, its lacey hem hanging below her waistline and onto her surprisingly trendy straight legged designer jeans, ending just above her brown leather clogs. Overall her outfit was classy and well suited to her physical features, if not entirely her personality as I knew it.
Just then, with my attention on Tiffany’s appearance, I saw a sudden movement out of the corner of my eye, coming from one of the smaller hallways connected to W-Wing’s main artery. Startled, I released Tiffany’s hand and moved both my own to cover up my partial nakedness.
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