Yes.

Wanking with one hand, drinking from my water bottle with the other, I continued along to my homeroom. My unfortunately named homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kunt was a petite curvy blond, who was very popular among the students for being heavily involved in many extracurricular activities throughout out the school. By the time I reached Ms. Kunt's classroom, I had already downed a solid two thirds of the large bottle. I had decided to try to drink each period’s allotted water as quickly as I could at the start of the period, so that it wouldn’t disrupt my studies. (As if other things still wouldn’t)

I took a deep breath as I gripped the doorknob to the room, I still half expected them to all yell at me when I opened the door. I figured confidence was key in this peculiar predicament, so I mentally shored myself up before entering. However, this breather also allowed me to notice that I was increasingly feeling the effect of the water, and already I was starting to feel the need to pee.

By the time it occurred to me I could stop in the bathroom directly across the hall before going into class, I was already inside.

I suddenly felt the urge to cover myself, my hands almost involuntary moving to cover my genitals as I entered the room. All the eyes were on me, but none seemed angry. Their looks ranged from semi-excited to mostly disinterested. I made my way to my seat, all eyes still locked on me.

“No need to cover up, John," Mrs. Kunt said, standing up from her desk. "Mrs. Olivia called and explained the situation. We all understand and are supportive.” She walked over to where I stood, petrified. This was a much larger group of people than had been in the nurse's office waiting room, nearly twenty students and the teacher. “Come on, move those hands. She took one of my hands in hers and lowered it to my side, lightly brushing my penis with her knuckles in the process. “Oops, sorry,” she said.

She looked at her knuckles, at a bead of pre-cum that stuck to it. She wiped it off on the side of her dress. “Do you mind? Or are you okay with this?” She asked as she reached down, and lightly stroked up and down the shaft of my dick with the tip of a single finger. She waited for my reply.