Touch

You press your index and middle finger against her lacy panties, gently pressing on where you presume her clit is. You gently rub it, your fingers tracing the mound.

She lets out a soft gasp, her legs parting slightly. Then, you dip your finger inside, pressing hard against her clit. She groans, rubbing her hips back and forth against your hand, before pulling back, unfortunately not letting you get anywhere.

"Mr... Mr O'Leary?" she says, gasping slightly.

"Yeah?" you say, rubbing gently.

"Get back to worth," she says.

You pop your head up.

"Did you get your pencil?" she asks, trying to appear professional.

You nod, smiling.

Over the next course of the class you get constant. Eventually you find yourself with an instrument you can't play, miming using it as you watch her tits bounce like basketballs while she tries to conduct. Eventually, after several panty shots and views of great big tits, the class comes to an end.

"Well that was fun," you say.

"Yeah, it's always good," Lukas says. "Let's go."