Detention.

Somehow you make it through the tedium of afternoon classes, your mind drifting between fantasies of Ashley and some guilt at your conversation with your friends. In all likelihood your exaggerations won't get back to her, but you mentally kick yourself for bragging.

When the last bell rings you report to the detention room. There are already a few other students there reading textbooks. Your school's policy is to make detention a mandatory "study" period, so you're required to at least pretend to read your text book. You look around for Ashley but don't see her. Wondering if something has happened, or if she's cut school again, you take a seat at one of the double desks, opening your book and pretending to read.

Over then next few minutes other students drift in until the room is more than half full, each double desk occupied by at least one person. You're sitting near the back of the room, wondering what's keeping Ashley when she hurries into the room and sits beside you, giving you a quick flash of a smile before opening her book.

You both pretend to study, the supervising teacher only glancing up occasionally to check on the room. You feel Ashley press her thigh against you, then press her foot on top of yours. You press your thigh back against hers, loving the feel of contact with her. The two of you sit like that for several minutes, then she drops her hand below the desk, stroking the inside of your thigh, her fingers teasing. You glance at her and she has an impish smile on her face as she pretends to read.

The rest of detention passes like that, with Ashley's thigh pressed against yours and her teasing hand periodically dropping to your lap, stroking your thigh and occasionally giving your throbbing bulge a gentle squeeze.

You're nearly ready to explode when the bell rings to end detention.