Heading to class

I tugged at my zipper trying to close my trousers again, but it remained stuck down. Just my luck. Hoping not to be noticed too much, I made my way towards the first class.

Naomi caught up with me at the door.

"Hey, you'll never guess what." she said, half-smiling, "I just realised I've been walking around with my skirt tucked into my knickers!"

"Wow, sounds embarrassing." I replied.

"Looks like you're having similar luck." Naomi said, gesturing to my crotch. So much for not being noticed.

"Yeah, it's stuck." I replied.

We walked into class and I quickly took my seat, Naomi next to me. Camilla was over the other side of the classroom, nearer the front.

A moment later, Miss McGowan walked in. Newly-qualified, Miss McGowan was only a few years older than the students, which she tried to compensate for with a strict conservative wardrobe of plain trousers and jumpers. But her pale face still had an abundance of freckles, which matched her long red hair.

"Okay, class." she said, "I hope everyone did the homework on quadratic equations over the weekend?" she looked around, to no response. "I'll take that as a yes. So you should all be able to solve..." she turned and wrote out a problem on the board, reaching up and causing her jumper to part from her trousers, revealing a few inches of smooth skin. I felt the problem in my trousers resurfacing. Miss McGowan turned back to us, "Let's see... I need someone to come and demonstrate their knowledge."