Back seat for Big boys

I wave past Brad and Liz and make my way up the stairs to the back of the auditorium. The auditorium was a middle-sized one. Around 6 rows of seats, each a level higher than the next. I dunno why we couldn't have had the class in the actual classroom, but hey, I'm not complaining. The auditorium has AC running and it's nice and chilly.

I work my way to the back and glance at Van, sitting in the corner. She's typing rapidly and with such precision on her phone. The contrast in her light blonde hair and tanned skin give off a vivid light, not unlike the one her phone is emitting. She's dressed in school attire but with her shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and her tie left loosely opened. Her legs were covered with thigh-high stockings and were rested on the table. With the right angle, you could just about see underneath her short skirt.

"Mind if I take this seat?" I asked.
Van looked up. "Oh, wussyface. Yeah, whatevs." she replied nonchalantly.
"Wait, what did you call me?" I asked, lips twitching in an angry smile.
"Wussyface," she simply replied.
"Can you not call me that?" I asked, to no reply. I don't think she heard me. She's too busy on her phone.

I haven't talked to her in a while but "I'm the guy who beat you and your gang up! You guys begged and groveled at my feet a few years back!" I reminded myself.
Van took a quick glance at me and looked back at her phone. "Whatever you're thinking about, never happened. Stop dreaming."
I stared dumbfounded at her as the school bell rang.

The other students poured in and filled up the seats. Then, a spotlight shone down on the stage as Ms. Amelia walked in with a waft of fragrant lavender-scented perfume pillowing her every step and the chorus of a thousand angels and applause from every direction accompanying her. Clad in the generic sexy teacher clothes, with white blouse and black knee-length skirt properly accentuating her form, she was sexy. From this height, I had a great view of the top of her overflowing boobs from her blouse and could see traces of black-lace lingerie.
Wowee!

She adjusted her glasses and spoke into the mic, "Morning class, today we'll be continuing on from where we left off." And class started.

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Barely 20 minutes went by when half the class lost their attention. Me being one of them. Ms. Amelia is hot and all but she moved and I barely get a good sight of her anymore. Sitting at the back definitely makes you feel lazier than usual. The only other person awake at the back with me was Van, still on her phone. I look down on my phone, 8.20. Even though this was Sex Ed, no real sex was going to happen.

And just as suddenly as it had happened, I was visited by another head-splitting pain in the head.
"Gahh!" I yell as I toppled off my chair and onto the floor.
"Mr. Doe, are you alright?" asked Ms. Amelia.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" I called back, still on the floor.

Unable to see me because of the auditorium tables, Ms. Amelia continued on with the class. Vanessa looked down at me and gave a sly grin.
"Heh," Vanessa smirked. "Looking at you now reminds me of the time when you were groveling at my feet."
"What's that?" I angrily retorted but not too loudly to avoid anymore unneeded attention.

As I gave Van an angry look, I could see her expression slowly change. From a holier-than-thou look to a shocked-amazed one and then back to another smirky grin.

"Heyyy, you know what, wussyface?" Van started as she inched closer to me on her chair. "Why don't we do just that?"
"What do you mean?" I asked before Van started pushing me under the table. "What are you doing?"
"Weeeell, how about we reminisce about the old times?" she asked, taking off both her shoes.

I started to retort back but stopped short when I looked at her again. I was sitting on the floor directly in front of her. Her feet were up in the air and she moved them to the sides of my neck, feeling me and rubbing me. Neck, body and shoulder. I gulped as I had a clear view of her dark purple panties.

"Well?" she teased.