No, I forgot something

The lesson started and the teacher indicated that today it was time for a presentation by one of the students.

"Shit, forget it. I hope it's not my turn."

"And today it's the turn of...." said the teacher, looking at his papers, "....Amira. Her presentation will be about the differences between the Arab and Western meals. Please pay attention to Amira ."

"Oh no, no, no" this isn't happening. Reluctantly, I walked forward and took the teacher's place and began my story. I started to tell about the different preparation methods, the herbs that are used. The differences between the meals and so on.

Of course I saw the lust in the eyes of, mainly, the boys. And I can tell it wasn't about the food. Suddenly one of the boys shouted: "Do you also use a lot of chocolate cherries in Arabic cuisine? Because you seem to be promoting it more and more. Can we perhaps taste it?" The class howled with laughter as I turned bright red. Of course my nipples hardened, the tension, the rubbing against my blouse and the arousal made them rock hard.

Our teacher tried to calm it down, but the damage had already been done. Others asked about the use of plums and apricots, what color they were and whether they were hairy. And all I could do was listen to it and hope it would be over soon. But I have to admit, I enjoyed it too.

Fortunately, this ended my presentation, as did the lesson. I had survived this. Quickly out, pick up my bra and to my girlfriends in the cafeteria.