Stats Class

The door to your class is already open and about a dozen other students have already taken their seats when you enter. All eyes are on you as you find a desk towards the middle of the class. Not too far back that you can't see the board well, but not so close that the teacher would notice if you've stopped paying attention. You usually put in just enough effort to get a B or a C in your classes. It wouldn't look good for college applications, but your plan is to go to a trade school and get a job where you can work with computers.

Once in your seat, it's impossible for you to not notice the whispering and staring directed at you. When you look in the direction of somebody, they avert they gaze. With people already acting weird prior to class, it has become one of the most anxiety inducing things you've ever experienced. Luckily it last no longer than a minuet before the bell plays again, signifying the start of class, and the teacher standing to begin the lesson.

"Good morning class. My name is Ms. Riley and I'm the statistics teacher here at TMF." She continues to give a brief introduction of herself. Things she likes, how long she's been teaching, stuff like that. Eventually, she mentions that she's in her mid forties. If it weren't for her telling the class her age during her introduction, something you're surprised to hear a woman give away so freely, you would have initially guessed mid thirties. Most people would say that, at her age, she is an older woman. You would instead use the term "mature" to describe her. She looks professional with a white dress shirt, floor length black skirt, and black flats. She doesn't have an amazing figure like your mom, but she obviously takes care of herself. Her waist is a little thinner than average, and her breast are maybe a C cup. Honestly though, you think your big sister's are better.

During her introduction, she can't seem to stop giving side glances at you. First it was the other students, but now the teacher can't seem to stop looking at you either. With even the teacher doing it, you are really on edge. Why is everyone looking at you? Why are there no other guys in this class? Why... why are there little round bumps at the tips of Ms. Riley's breast? Any previous thought that filled your mind are now nowhere to be found as you focus on the chest of this woman you only met several minuets ago. She isn't truly focused on you, so you wager it's safe to just look without risk of her following your gaze. There's a bump in the center of both her boobs that is quite visible from your seat in the middle of the class. Obviously your first thought is that they're her nipples, but that would be too easy an answer. You look at her white dress shirt which, with a moment of inspection, has a pinkish hue where the bumps are...

Holy crap. She isn't wearing a bra. You confirm this by checking her shoulders to see if you can identify any bra straps through the fabric. Nothing. This woman is standing in front of a classroom full of students, young adults that she has probably never met before, with hard nipples showing through her shirt. Sometimes the most obvious answer really is the right one. The scene has got your mind active with thoughts about why she isn't wearing a bra, why her nipples are hard and pushing the fabric of her shirt out like that, and of course, if anyone else has noticed. Her semi exposed nipples have also made something else active though. Your feel your pants growing tighter as your member begins to harden under the fabric.

"Now, before we start, I have been informed that we have a new senior who transferred here just this year." Ms. Riley now has her full attention focused on you, as well as the rest of the class. "Would he please come up and briefly introduce himself?" You swear she put extra emphasis on the words "he" and "himself". Maybe because she sees you're the only boy in the room. At least that's the only reason you can think of. It doesn't seem very important right now though. The teacher just asked to to come to the front of the class just as you started getting an erection from staring at her nipples.

"Uhhh..." Is all you say. Your mind is a mess from the anxiety of everyone staring at you, the arousal of seeing Ms. Riley's nips, and the panic of popping a boner in class when everyone's attention is on you.

"Would you please at least stand so everyone can see who you are please?" Your heart is beating so hard you think it might break your ribs. You place your hands on your desk and slowly begin to stand up. You keep your head down as if looking at your hands, but you're really checking that your arousal isn't visible. You feel your underwear rubbing against your member as it shifts position from your movement. Please don't show, please don't show, please don't show...

Thankfully, your little cock isn't strong nor large enough to make a bulge.

With your main concern avoided, you start your introduction. You begin with your name, when you moved here, where you moved from, etc. It's going normally until you start looking around at the girls who are all looking back. As you speak, the fact that a room full of girls are looking at you while your penis is hard starts to sink in. The panic returns almost instantly as you feel your arousal cause your dick to twitch and pulse underneath your clothes. You stand there, now kind of mumbling, as your cock betrays you and pushes against your pants over and over again. Can they see it? Can everyone see your cock throbbing? Push. Push. Push. It presses out again and again. You look in front of you and see a girl turned around in her chair. Surely she can see you cock pushing against your pants and towards her. Throb. Throb. Throb. You don't know what to do and bring your introduction to a somewhat sudden end. You carefully sit back down, your eyes glued to the desk as you're too embarrassed to look up at anyone. You're sure everyone must think you're a pervert at this point.

"Thank you Alex. I know you're probably a little shy, being new here and everything, but everyone will do their best to welcome you." You look up at the teacher, surprised that she seems so collected after what just happened. Looking around the room, you see all the girls looking at you with smiles, but not the kind that are made from amusement. It seems to you that they are just trying to be friendly. Even the girl at the desk in front of you shows no signs of disgust.

"Uh, thank you," is all you say. Your cock is finally calming down. You doubt that anyone noticed what just happened, judging by the lack of reaction on their part. The wave of relief that washes over you is much needed. With the lesson now beginning, and eyes turning towards the white board, you are able to relax.

Stats class last about ninety minuets. It's mostly just going over what will be taught and a very little bit of basic statistics. When the bell rings for passing period, everyone collects their items up and Ms. Riley says a goodbye to the class as a whole. While you would say your first class ended well, it would have been a lot less taxing if not for that introduction. You hope that the rest of the day will pass by more uneventfully. With that, you pack your bag and get on your way to your next class.