Science Class!

I'd gotten to science class plenty early, waking up at the crack of dawn became habit when you spent a year in the first physio slot of the day at a hospital.

The science classroom was much like those the nation over. Small lab tables with gas pipes for bunsen burners extruded from one wall, and an orderly arrangement of individual desks faced the front of the classroom.

Even as the class started filtering in, the teacher hadn't arrived yet. Seeing as we'd be isolated by the individual desks anyway, I decided not to worry about socialising and just surfed the web on my phone.

Though I couldn't play anymore, I still retained a healthy, suitably American interest in professional football. I was just looking up the results of the previous night's game that I had missed due to my exhaustion when-

"Mr. Tims?"

The teacher who I'd not noticed come in called my name, for the third time, in front of the class I'd not noticed fall silent.

I panicked, dropped my phone into my lap, and shot my head up. "Here Miss!" I near-shouted, already anticipating the snickering.

And… uh, none came. The mildly overweight black woman at the front of the classroom just nodded distractedly and marked me present. Huh, she must be pretty lax about phone usage in class.

But still, no reaction from the rest of the class? I glanced surreptitiously to my right. There I spied a bespectacled asian chick wearing a hoodie, a pair of raggedy, very short denim jeans, and a set of bright orange tights under those. It was… an ensemble, but she was cute in it, kinda nerdy looking, even with the red streaks dyed into her ponytail.

And she didn't even spare me a sideward glance, not even those 'sneaky' quick-glances people do when they notice my prosthetic.

Huh. Well, weird. I shrugged to myself, thought hey, no reason to look a gift horse in the mouth, and then took my phone back out.

I was halfway through reading the third analysis I'd pulled up of last night's game when I realized I was the only one still sitting at my desk. I'd happened to glance out of the corner of my eye that the asian chick was gone, and the seat past her was empty too, and promptly froze in place. Surely I'm about to look up and find the whole class staring at me, I thought, holding in their laughter until I noticed while the teacher gives me a disappointed glare.

So, resigned to the inevitable, I sighed, lamented my fortune, pocketed my phone, and slowly looked up to see-

Uh, the class all standing by the lab tables. Ignoring me in favour of poking at some magnesium. The fuck? Was I not invited to the lab demonstration? I've experienced ableism but this is ridiculous!

I launched to my feet, knocking my chair back with a clatter. A couple of students disinterestedly glanced my way, but quickly looked back at the more interesting soft metal in front of them. The teacher, who's name I realized I had missed, was puttering between lab tables, kindly offering advice and motherly snark to the students messing about.

"Uh, Miss?" I said, timidly taking a step forward. She ignored me. My brows knitted. "Miss?" I said a bit more forcefully, taking another step towards the lab tables. Again she ignored me! What was this asshole's problem? "MA'AM!" I shouted, humiliated and insulted in equal measure.

Finally, finally she turned to me. I don't know what I expected, maybe a cruel smirk as she used my consternation as a reason to punish me? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't for her to turn and blink absently, then say "Hm, yes Mr. Tims?" with a pleasant smile.

"Uh-" I stumbled verbally, caught flatfooted by her- and the class'- unperturbed responses. "May I, uh, join the lab?"

She nodded easily. "Of course Mr. Tims, though I'm afraid we've already started. Maybe if you join Brooke over there, she'll show you what we've done so far." She indicated the cute asian chick that sat beside me in the desk arrangement, who was standing on her own at the far lab table.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks," I mumbled, and then hurried to join her. This must be some cursed new form of disability accommodation. Like seriously, what the fuck?

I made my way to Brooke's lab table and awkwardly floated over next to her. "Uh, hey, Brooke right?" I greeted her.

She didn't even look at me. "Yeah, what is it?"

Ouch, ice queen material right here. May as well be straight to business. "Could you show me what we've done so far? I only just joined the lab."

Brooke shot me a look of mild annoyance, and up close I saw that dang, she was cute. A button nose and a permanent, tight frown. The kind of face where you don't mind being talked down to by her.

I gulped and tugged on my t-shirt collar. Down boy, don't be weird, think pure thoughts. Fortunately, she had already gone back to looking at her magnesium sample.

"Here, we've just been examining its physical properties. Take a look." At her invitation, I stepped a bit closer behind her and leaned in over her shoulder. Yep, that's magnesium alright. More to the point, I thought while distantly listening to her explain what she'd observed so far, that's a cute girl who I am suddenly very close to. She even smells nice, not perfumed like Victoria was, but just clean and faintly flowery, probably her shampoo.

I leaned in more over her shoulder as she held the magnesium in the little concave lab tray up towards me a bit for, uh, some reason.

The amount of pure satisfaction I got just from being this close to another person was both intoxicating and pretty weird, like damn, talk about touch starved. And not just satisfaction, but pleasure, like ha, it almost feels as though-

I froze as my touch-drunk brain finally caught up with my body's physical sensations. My dick was hard as a rock, and it felt good. I was rubbing up against something soft. Between something soft. The blood in my face not already sent to my dick drained to somewhere else, leaving me pale. Ever so slowly, ever so subtly, I tilted my head down, straining to get a peek at my own hips-

Which ah, yeah, of course, were grinding my dick up between Brooke's thighs. Oh FUCK. Any second now she was gonna scream for the teacher, or someone would notice, and that'd be the premature end of my stay at Blackwell, hasta la vista, Jake the Cripple, enjoy prison!

"Dude. Hey, dude!" I blinked dazedly and looked up at Brooke, who's face was only inches from my own. "Do you wanna light it on fire or should I?" She was pouting at me, cute yet annoyed.

My brain ground to a halt, panic and pleasure both flatlining instantly even as my hips continued their motion against her tight ass.

I'm like, actually literally molesting this chick right now. My dick is grinding between her thighs, I can see her face flushing slightly, and yet…

She just asked me if I wanted to be the one to light the volatile magnesium for the last bit of the experiment? She's even offering me the barbeque lighter with one while the other grips the table to brace against my thrusting.

That, the fact that she was bracing herself, set me off more than anything. It meant she's aware of what's happening, it's not some fluke. Whether this nerdy asian chicken is some kinda super-exhibitionist, a slut, absurdly naive, or just fell in love with me at first sight, she doesn't mind this.

My dick damn near ripped out of my shorts at that realization. My breath hitched, and I leaned my upper body back a bit. "Why don't you light it," I finally answered her. "I think I'm gonna need both hands."

Brooke shrugged. "Suit yourself." So, I took her up on the invitation. I reached down, and boldly as I could, grabbed her slender hips under her hoodie with one hand- Christ her skin is so soft- and reached around her with the other to grab and begin squeezing and rubbing her inner thigh over her tights.

Even as the rest of the classroom lit up with short lived Pops and bursts of metal-fuelled flame, I groaned under my breath and rubbed my clothed cock up against the warmth between her thighs I could feel even through her denim hotpants and my shorts.

Barely in control of myself as I humped away, my hand gripping her waist slide up over her soft stomach to paw at her breasts. This cheeky slut isn't even wearing a bra! Not that she necessarily needs it with her mosquito bite breasts, but to wear only an oversized hoodie with no bra to school, maybe she is something of an exhibitionist.

My other hand delved deeper inwards past her thighs as I stroked myself off between them, painfully hard under my shorts. Her pussy felt like molten lava, burning under my hand as I timidly started to rub her over her jean shorts. Her breath immediately hitched and started coming faster and deeper, while the hand she was holding the lighter with trembled as she brought it closer to the magnesium.

God, the way her face flushed, her almond eyes narrowed slightly while her pupils dilated, the way her mouth hung open slightly as she panted for air, the heat and now dampness I could feel even through her shorts, and the sheer, overwhelming pleasure I was feeling from her now squirming thighs helping to add texture to my dick's stroking between them, near instantly brought me to the edge.

And then, as the lighter made contact, a bright flash and a pop overwhelmed my senses as I came, vision going white for a moment. Instinctively, I gripped Brooke against myself, pulling her back away from the desk and mauling one of her small breasts even as my other hand dug as hard against her pussy as it could over her clothes.

As I did, she tensed up as well, dropping her lighter with a clatter as she surrendered herself to my grip, merely pulling her arms back to hold my own reaching across her chest like it was a roller coaster safety bar. She threw her head back and let out a sound like a cross between a squeak and a long moan as she came, her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth open wide. Struck by an impulse as my cum jetted in wads into my underwear, I met her face with my own, our teeth clashing together painfully for a moment before it instinctively turned into a mutual, sloppy kiss while we rode our orgasms out together.

Eventually, the most powerful and unbelievably pleasurable orgasm of my life faded, and I broke our kiss, looking into her hazel eyes. Damn. God damn. That was fucking awesome, Jesus Christ.

All good things come to an end, however. And the uncomfortable realisation that I just came in my pants signalled the arrival of post-nut clarity.

What in the everloving fuck did I just do? I kept staring into Brooke's eyes, too afraid to look around the rest of the classroom. That was not subtle, like, at all. Like that was so, so far beyond the fantasies of like, a girl giving a casual handjob under a shared table in class or something that it's not even funny. And the noise, like even ignoring Brooke's extremely unsubtle, drawn out moan, her dropping the lighter made enough noise that everyone was bound to have looked.

I am so fucked.

"Huh," Brooke finally said, still panting softly, "that was kinda nice, thanks."

I blinked at her. Despite our… situation, her expression was, uh, neutral? Blank I suppose, maybe even mildly bored. So does she just have balls of steel? Or…

I finally realized my hands were still holding her tight, and let go and stood back. Cringing slightly at my damp underwear, I slowly turned to the rest of the classroom, ready to face the music and-

Nothing, not a single pair of eyes was turned towards us, not even the teacher. How many times am I gonna have to say it today: What. The. FUCK.

I- Like, there's no way I imagine how loud we were, we were blatantly trying to fuck through our clothes in the middle of class! But everyone's just… ignoring it, what the fuck!? They're just… packing up their textbooks and notebooks like fucking nothing happened. What the fuck?

Numbly, I shot Brooke a weak smile and returned to my desk to back up as well. Distantly thinking hey, maybe I should go back to the Dorm quickly and change my pants before the next class, probably a good idea.

All my books packed, I zipped up my schoolbag, bringing both zippers to meet at the top- and there my gaze alighted on something.

The jet black watch I'd found yesterday. My eyes narrowed. Somewhere, deep in my brain, a stray neuron fired. I squinted at the pictogram the big hand was pointing to, one of a face with a blank, neutral expression on it.

I thought back to yesterday, to the almost overbearing friendliness of everyone I met. Slowly, my gaze shifted to the pictogram the big hand had been pointing to all day yesterday, until I'd changed it before bed. A pictogram of a smiling, joyful face. Another neuron fired, and a theory began to form.

Holy fucking shit. No. Fucking. Way.