Flirting in Class

Any thoughts you have are put aside to deal with lessons.

First a Lower Sixth class, then you have the Upper Sixth ‘A’ Stream. Through the entire lesson Ellie’s brown eyes never leave you. Every time you look her way, she’s watching you, her face slightly flushed, often nibbling on her lower lip. Every time you look her way, you can’t help but remember last week, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her pussy wrapped round your cock, her moans loud in your ears. No, you’ve got to stop thinking about it. Your cock is stirring at the memory. You need to sit down, because otherwise the bulge will be obvious.

Somehow you get to the end of the lesson without breaking. The girls stream out. Ellie’s the last. She pauses before you.

“Sir,” she starts. You raise your hand to silence her.

“If you don’t have a proper question, Ellie, I don’t have time now. Anything else, we can wait for tomorrow, can’t we?”

You can see her debating with herself, her internal monologue deflating her limited confidence. You can’t leave her like this. You stand and step towards her, until you’re close enough to whisper.

“I can’t wait till tomorrow.”

Her eyes widen. Her face flushes red. “Neither can I.”

“But we’ll manage somehow.” You give her a smile and gesture that she should leave. She almost stumbles from the room.

You’re hot, doused in a layer of sweat, your skin sticky with your desire. A few deep breaths before you head to lunch.

The afternoon lesson is even more of a strain, the Upper Sixth ‘C’ Stream. Kelly is the first to arrive and takes her place in the front row. She shuffles in her seat, shifting it and her desk several times before any of the other girls turn up. Then she slumps down in her chair, her legs wide, her ass barely on the seat. Only when you sit down do you realise what she’s doing. You can see straight up her skirt, and she’s not wearing any knickers. You can see all the way up her pale thighs to the dark delights of her sex. More memories of last week.

Once you know it’s there, it’s hard not to keep looking. Look at the other girls. No, that’s not helping much. Think about the lesson. Except Kelly’s got her hand up, and you have to look her way, and then you’re looking directly up her skirt again.

“Sit up, Miss Golden,” you tell her. She pulls herself up, hiding her sex behind a thin layer of cotton. But over the course of the lesson she slides down widening her legs as she does so, offering more sights of her sex. Just get through the lesson. Pay attention to anything else. Tomorrow you’ll be claiming her again.

You greet the call of the bell with relief. The other girls are up and out. Kelly remains seated, only sliding up slowly, waiting until it’s just you and her. She sidles over, a wicked smile on her face.

“Did you enjoy the view, sir.”

“We’ll discuss your behaviour tomorrow, Miss Golden.”

Her green eyes twinkle. “I’m looking forward to it.”

And then she’s gone, leaving you with a boner and a wish that tomorrow would turn up now.