Anatomy with Rachel

You are left to watch as Rachel wanders out of the class, her hips swaying slightly in her tight, form-fitting jeans and you instantly know that there is no conceivable way that you are going to be able to last until your date with her that night. You look down at your watch and know that without a doubt you aren’t going to be able to make it to your class if you spend any more time talking and maybe more with Rachel. You know that if you don’t go to class that the school will undoubtedly phone your house, and that could make the situation at home tense. None of that seems to matter quite as much as Rachel wandering away though.

You quickly get up and race out of the class after her. As you caught up to her, wandering down the hall, you can’t help but smile, as the memories of Sarah pulling you into a broom closet earlier come rushing back to you. You smile as you run up to Rachel and quickly take her wrist. She pulls away from you a little at first before looking at you and realizing that it is you and then she smiles softly and relaxes again.

You smile softly and say without much hesitation, “Hey. Come with me. Let’s take an extended lunch and spend a little bit more time together.”

She raises an eyebrow at you and looks like she is about to say something else but then shakes her head softly and looks away, “No. I have to go to class.”

“C’mon, Rachel, I can make it worth your while.” You say, doing a little puppy dog face as you say this trying to guilt her into coming with you.

She rolls her eyes as she looks at you, “C’mon. The halls are emptying out. Even if I wanted to skip class with you,” She smiles softly as she runs her hand over the growing bulge in your pants, “and believe me, I do, we would never make it out of the school without being caught.”

Without much effort you pull her over to a door and step in. You had been expecting to find a broom closet, but instead you have just stumbled into a classroom that doesn’t look like it has seen much use as anything other than a storage area for desks and chairs. You blink as you look around for a few moments, a bit shocked at what you see. You thought that you had been in all of the classes in the school for at least a short period of time, but it seemed that there were still places left that could hold a little mystery.

Rachel giggles as she looks at you, picking up on your amazement, “You didn’t know about this place? They keep spare desks, and chairs and things like that in here. Whenever they need desks for the plays and stuff that our school puts together this is where they get them from.”

You look at her, and something about her seems to have become just a bit more attractive. It may be the fact that she seems to smart with her knowledge of the inner workings of the school, or might have something to do with the fact that she is beaming with pride that she was knew something that you didn’t, but whatever it is makes your pants feel even tighter in the groin area.

“What class are you skipping?” You ask her, before looking back to the room.

She groans softly, “Biology, and I really shouldn’t be skipping it.”

You smile as you gently pull her in front of you and bring your hands down to fiddle with the button on the front of her jeans, “Well. We could take this time to do a little bit of a study on anatomy.” You smirk softly, hoping that she’s open to the idea.

She smiles mischievously as she brings her hands up to the edge of your pants, “Well, anatomy is something that I would learn in biology, so I guess if you put it that way I’m not skipping class at all.” Without even looking at what she’s doing she has unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, “I suppose that studying on a live subject would be a good way to learn.”