She is confused

"I don't know what's going on. I'm very uncomfortable right now," Stacy complains. She is squeezing her legs together very tightly. "I feel dizzy."

Stacy's nipples are standing out very firmly. You bring up a hand to cup it, and she gasps. "Looks like your blood is rushing to your extremities."

Stacy looks straight at you. "Having the class hear that I soaked my panties was embarrassing enough, John. Are you *trying* to draw attention to us?" She is squirming in her seat.

You take your hand away from her chest: you're sure that she can barely control herself, but you want to be careful how you push your friend. You're unsure of the boundaries here. Did you push too far? "It's okay, Stacy. If you want my body, you shouldn't have to hide it."

"I just want to be friends," she complains.

"You're the one who was pawing me up," you point out.

"You're the one who kissed me," she said.

"You didn't seem to mind," you point out.

"I was being nice," she said, half-convinced herself.

"You were being nice by letting me french kiss you? And then squeezing my cock?" you tease her. You decide to start pushing again, and start unbuttoning her uniform blouse.

"Why are you unbuttoning my top?" Stacy whispered urgently.

"Because I want to see your boobs," you tell her, matter-of-factly as you unbutton the middle buttons of her blouse.

"In the middle of class?" she asks.

"Yes," you say, finishing the final few buttons. You spread open the blouse to reveal that she isn't wearing a bra. Her nipples are rosy and very stiff. She makes no move to close it back up, but she is breathing very heavily.

"Are you just being nice now?" you ask.

"I'm trying to be a good friend," she says plaintively, jutting out her chest for you to see. You give one of her breasts a quick squeeze and she gasps.