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Maybe it’s the rush of hormones flooding your brain, or maybe it’s that you’re worried because what was supposed to be a humiliating spectacle is rapidly making her the most popular girl in the school, but you decide to interrupt.
“Mr. Book, if I may, I’d like to change my request. Could you please tell Wren to quickly take off her pants, and take my place in the chair?” Your request is greeted with an amused look, but he quickly relays the request with a “would you kindly”.

Under Mr. Book’s direction, Wren bends at the waist and strips her jeans off, while her underwear stays on. Wren also has a nice wet patch at her crotch, which makes you wonder what must be going on in her mind as all this is happening.
In the moments before you begin, you’re furiously thinking about how you can improve on the show she just gave. You can’t be second best to Wren in anything… but how? You’re not kidding yourself, you’ve got a gorgeous body, but you don’t ooze sex like Wren does, which is why you lost Mark in the first place. You curse yourself for making this in to a competition in your rival’s strongest suit.

You do have one thing going for you. You have a toned body, with very little body fat. Normally, one doesn’t really notice that as much as you might think, but you do know of one way to accentuate it. Ideally, you want oil, because it doesn’t evaporate or get absorbed as easily, but a regular application of water will do just as well. Every classroom has a sink, so…

You grab and fill a liter water bottle that one of the guys has on their desks, and with a wink, they don’t protest. Then you start dancing. The same as Wren, you unbutton your blouse, and let it fall, all while focusing intently on her. Then you unbutton the top of your jeans, and slide out of them slowly. You’re not really wearing sexy underwear, so you turn your back to Wren, and slowly hike your underwear up one side at a time until it slides between your cheeks, giving you an impromptu thong and showing a little “camel toe” to the class. Then, still facing the class, you sit in Wren’s lap, and lean back so that you can feel the press of her breasts, and you pour the water on your chest until the front of your shirt and underwear are soaked.

You then run your hands over your chest, reach down and pull off your shirt, revealing your wet stomach and chest. Stretching and flexing as you pull the shirt off, the cold water does its job and the contours of your abs are clearly visible, accentuated by the goose bumps brought on by the cold. You run your fingers along your abs, and then slowly slide your fingers down in to your underwear to finger your slit a little bit. You feel the air completely leave the room as everyone there takes a deep breath at the same time. You’ve got them in the palm of your hand, and you’ve barely revealed a thing. In satisfaction, you remove your hand from your underwear and place the fingers in your mouth, sucking the juices off of them, as you often do when you masturbate.

You’re sure you’ve already won, so you don’t even add a flourish, just reach back, undo your bra and let it fall. As though as an afterthought, you pour a little splash of water on your chest and massage a breast, squeezing it a little.