It's too late to stop it.

Just as Ralli was beginning to consider she needed to seriously step in and put a stop to it for the sake of both of their dignity... she heard a low moan, barely muffled by the glove tucked into the mouth issuing it. "Harley... she actually... right there on the floor...! That... horny young woman... right into her clothes... looking at my naked body... b-bending over for her... fingering my...!" Ralli's thoughts became less and less focused, and her free gasps began to get less and less discrete. Making the choice to put her pleasure over her shame, Ralli collapsed onto her bare bottom on the floor, giving herself better access to her opening as she began exploring more earnestly.

From the class's point of view, this was represented by what sounded like a cough... then the unmistakable sound of someone falling, followed by someone gasping as if... in pain? It was a bit hard to imagine.

Well, it was if you didn't already have a starting point in your imagination from which to work. Liam grinned at the tent, feeling fairly certain he knew what was going on inside. "Teach... You okay in there?"

"Y-yes. Yes!" Ralli called back, not stopping even with a conversation to return. "I'm good, Baldwin. V-v-very good!!"

"Oh, really?" Liam asked, glancing around and feeling astounded that none of his classmates seemed to be bright enough or have dirty enough minds to crack the same guess at what their teacher must be up to. "You sound very good. So, are we getting another quiz question?"

"Ngh... That is... J-just keep going..." the teacher muttered from the floor in response.

"You mean reading?"

"Yes! F-fuck yes..." Ralli cried out, so indiscreetly that all but the most saintly and pure among them began to understand the source of her distress.

"Uhuh... So, Teach, would you be offended if we took off and studied by ourselves, if you aren't really going to be quizzing?"

"Go! Aah... C-class dismissed! Go study! Just go!" the sergeant's conspicuously elevated shouts continued to emanate from the tent.

There was no doubt now that the class was aware of what she was doing personally. The one saving grace was that most of them had no idea Harley was involved in any way.