The yearbook club

I could not believe what I was seeing. As I turned I could see through a pair of opened double doors into a room full of girls. I was staring face to face with about a dozen or so girls in the yearbook club who were all taking some sort of photo exercise however were all now staring at the boy on the floor in just his underpants. After an awkward moment of us staring at each other all the girls immediately jumped up, cameras in tow, and ran outside the classroom over to me. I could hear all of them whispering amongst themselves about me.

“Is that George? What is he doing?”

“Why is he lying on the floor in his underwear?”

“Did he lose a bet?”

“Whatever it is he looks good! He should wear this more often!”

As mortified as I was I had to admit all the girls attention was starting to affect me. Against my wishes I could feel my dick hardening, putting immense strain on my already tight underwear. A fact that was not lost on the girls.

Before anything else could be said though the girls went quiet as Mrs Smith caught up to us. I looked up as she was staring daggers down at me.

“What is the meaning of this?” She beckoned. “You better have a good explanation for this.”

As much as I wanted to tell the truth as to what happened to get me in this predicament all I could do was stutter as all that was going on was becoming too much for me to comprehend.