it itches to be apart

Stacy sat in class the next day, twisting her ankles together under her desk. Everything itched. She used one foot to lever the other in and out of its shoe, over and over. In, out. In, out. That wouldn’t cut it. She scraped her sock down, half off one ankle, then begrudgingly pulled it back up. Someone would notice. It would be weird, sitting there with one bare foot out… or both… or more… She got enough odd looks and behind-the-back whispers generally, it wasn’t a good idea to provide any more weirdness as ammo. Yet, she just could not get comfortable in her rickety plastic seat. Couldn’t relax inside all these itchy, stifling clothes. This was not where she wanted to be. This was not how her body was supposed to be presented…

She could still feel them inside her. Still feel what it was like to have a swollen slice of someone else churning up her innermost depths. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine herself back in their private little hideaway, feeling the cool drip of her own sweat as she bucked and bounced under a sun-drenched sky…

Her phone buzzed inside her bag, tearing the daydream asunder. Probably a good thing, she assessed, as she surreptitiously collected the lesson-forbidden item. She could already feel a slight dampness forming where her thighs squeezed up against cotton. It was Mark, sending that short gif of her being fucked again… The girl worriedly glanced round if anyone else could see her screen. No-one was watching. No-one cared what dismal dyke Stacy was up to… But the image on the screen was almost hypnotic to her. She couldn’t look away. He was also feeling as restless as she was, she could just tell. That ever-eager cock of his would be pushing up against the constricting fabric of his boxers, **** to escape all these dull hours of pointless education and worm its way back to her.

That was it. She couldn’t take it anymore. Stacy quickly typed a message: “Sport’s hall bathroom: 5min!” Then stuck her hand straight up in the air.

Mr Wilcox looked a little stunned just to be knocked out of his own tedious lecture, stumbling on for a few more words before asking: “Yes, err, Stacy? Do you have a question?”

“Sorry, sir. I need to go to the bathroom!”

“Oh… Can’t you wait girl? You’re old enough now to plan your day around…”

Stacy didn’t much like lying to the man, despite the boring nature of his lessons. He was a kindly old sort really, who had a soft spot for her when he noticed her being picked on. Still needs must…

“No, I don’t think I can sir! Else I wouldn’t ask… I think I ate something funny…” That gained the desired snicker from about the room… She saw the grey haired teacher relent.

“Oh… well I guess you better had… Go on, then. Be as quick as you can, but… don’t worry if you need to go see the nurse or… something… I’ll make sure your other teacher’s know.”

That was an even better result than she’d hoped for! He’d almost specifically said she didn’t have to come back for the whole rest of the lesson. She felt a red flush of excitement flash up in her cheeks as she grabbed up her bag and tried her best to play it up as embarrassment. It seemed to work, a few cruel voices decidedly to laugh pointedly… Let them. She couldn’t give less of a shit… If they only knew what she was actually headed towards. As the glass paneled door clattered shut behind her, the pretty little schoolgirl let herself risk a quick smile. She was going to get herself some cock.