Well, I was hoping...

You gulp, and take a deep breath. "Holly, I did put this outfit on just for this study time with you, and I did like it when you brought us down here to study privately."

Then, before you can costrain your words, you blurt out, "I have realized recently that I might be just a bit curious about what it's like to be with a girl, and, well, you're a girl, and we're here alone, and..."

Holly yanks your hand away from under her skirt, jumps up from the desk, and backs up.

"Hayley Beck, I don't know what gave you the idea that I'm into that sort of stuff! Even if I was - and I am NOT suggesting that I may be - I don't appreciate your direct approach, like some boy anxious to take advantage of me just because I happened to be walking alone behind the bleachers and grabs my ass thinking that's what I was expecting!"

What a strange - and interesting choice of words. She backed up again.

"And, just because I agreed to study with you, and you're looking really nice in that outfit, and I suggested that we come down here.."

Another step back.

"And we laughed about the words 'BIG COCKS' over there on the board, and...

Her back was literally against the wall now, and you're realizing that she's trying to convince herself more than she is you with her rambling.

"Oh hell, Hayley..."

Holly looked at you, then down at her skirt, then back at you, then downwards, and slowly lifted her skirt.

"I can't remember the last time the gusset of my pants was this wet! You made me so sticky so fast, and I wasn't expecting it, and I'm not sure whether I should be happy or angry or embarassed or scared right now!"