You decide to stop.

You curse silently as you reluctantly decide and abruptly pull back. So much for no consequences huh?

As you rise and begin to pull your pants back up Mrs.Moffat looks up at you and her shoulders slump in relief. Her eyes well with tears and you mouth an impotent "sorry". She slumps lower in the chair and you turn from her and quickly leave, not looking back.

Very flaccid now you stalk along the corridor, eyes dark. You're not really sure whether you are angry at yourself for almost **** your teacher or whether you are angry that you didn't **** her, that you wussed out and thought of consequences.

Either way, your mind is very much occupied as you walk and so you are blissfully unaware as a passing girl snickers, glancing at your pants. Unbeknownst to you there is a rather obvious wet spot at your crotch where the pre cum leaked from your previously confined erection.

It is not until a guy in the crowded corridor actually laughs and points that you notice.

Shit! You curse under your breath as you look down at the dark, wet patch on your crotch. The word ripples through those students nearest you and each successively turns to look. In a matter of seconds there are the eyes of about 15 guys and girls glued to your crotch. You stand stock still, your cheeks flushing with embarassment. Some of them point and laugh while a couple of the girls frown and turn in disgust. There are two girls that just stare and smile amidst the ridicule of the others.

One is Tracy, a chunky and full figured girl from your year.
The other is Belinda, a rake thin girl who is rumoured to be a lesbian.