Cathlin, intent on her meticulous notes and the TV

You see Cathlin, who flashes you a nervous smile and a silent apology as she moves her chair to better see the TV. She begins writing as soon as she gets comfortable but you are lost once again, floating in the realm of total boredom to the sounds of Amazonian monkeys and the constant scratch of a pencil on paper.

You catch onto a stray thought ‘what on Earth can she be writing about’ and open your eyes, and look over at the petite girl sitting next to you. Glancing at her notebook you can see lines of notes about the lesson so far. How mind-wrenchingly boring. You were hoping for her diary or even a sketch of naked chicks or something. You wonder to yourself about what she would write in her diary? Does she have a boyfriend? Has she fucked him? The thought of little Cathlin fucking some guy is making your cock hard and you have to adjust your position. Your sudden movement knocks your desk and also Cathlin’s desk which is touching, sending one of her pens rolling off the desktop to fall to the ground and roll under her chair.

Cathlin smiles at you apologetically (like it’s her fault) and leans over reaching under her chair and fumbling for the pen. Leaning over too far she slips and quickly reaches out with her other hand to stop herself from toppling over, her small hand landing right on your hard cock. Her eyes widen in both surprise and embarrassment and she darts a look at you, beginning to straighten up, but you notice she hasn’t moved her hand.

What do you do?