Yes

Emma gasped as I started to move my hand between her legs, massaging her through her silky blue knickers and sheer skin coloured tights. I could feel her getting wetter by the moment, and her hips were grinding against my hand.

Suddenly, she pulled away, standing up straight and looking at me, straight in the eye, a piercing look. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I braced myself for my world to come tumbling down around me as I was rightly accused of molesting one of my classmates.

But that righteous tirade didn't come. Emma didn't shout, or scream, or even cry. She took a step forward, brushing the hair out my face, and leaned in close to me.

"How did you know?" she whispered. And she leaned in even closer, so close I could feel her breath on my cheek, "How did you know?"

I was too nervous to answer. I bit my lip to stop myself from just bursting into tears at the thought of what was about to happen. And then it happened. Emma buried her face into my neck, and started to kiss me, passionately. I moaned aloud, every one of my fantasies coming true in the same moment. My hands moved up and pulled her delicate, perfect form towards me, and I felt her beautiful 34B breasts pressing up against mine, and moaned aloud again.

Emma seemed voracious, and her hands were at my tie, pulling at it, tugging it, until it lay on the floor, and then she was unbuttoning my blouse until my simple white lacy bra was exposed. Feeling that I should reciprocate, her tie and blouse soon fell to the floor too, and exposed a blue plain silky bra that matched her underwear. As I thought of that glimpse I had caught of what she wore lower down, I snaked my hand down under her skirt, lifting it up, and started rubbing her between the legs again. She was soaked now, her skin coloured tights dark with the juices seeping out of her.

"Get closer," she whispered, once again starting to kiss my neck.

Obediantly I ran my hand up to the waistband of her tights and slipped my hand inside, and then into her knickers so I could feel her hot, pounding flesh within. With two fingers I started to trace circles around her clit, just as I did to myself when I had dreamed of this moment. Emma stopped kissing me now, and laid against me as she pumped her hips against my hand, moaning, louder and louder, soaking my hand in her juices as her soft blonde hair filled my senses, the smell of her coconut shampoo mingling with the scent of erotically charged feminity as she started to come in my hand.

She cried out one last time, and orgasm swept through her body, and I held her up as her knees threatened to give way. I withdrew my hand, letting her skirt fall back down, and pulled her close to me.