Christina delivers her own dose of humiliation

"Good morning, virgin! Did you think about me last night?"

You look up, panicking, to see Christina smiling down at you. What if someone overheard?

But any complaints you wanted to voice are forgotten when you see what Christina is wearing.

Your crush is wearing a crop top that displays a considerable amount of cleavage, and which makes it obvious that she isn't wearing a bra underneath. Your eyes pass over her bare stomach, her long, bare legs (Christina is sporting a pair of shorts), and settle on her feet, sitting in a pair of sandals.

"D-d-don't call me t-that!" you stammer, unable to look away. You feel your penis twitching as Christina sits down next to you, her chest bouncing in response to her movements.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Sam!" she teases. "It's cute that you're still a virgin! So, did you cum to me last night?"

"N-no!" you blurt out, bright red and pointedly looking away from her.

"Why not?" she asks, adopting an expression of mock offence. "Don't you like my boobs?"

Fortunately, you were spared any more awkward conversation when the teacher walked into the classroom, and everyone quickly took their places.

You try to concentrate on the lesson, but are unable to completely ignore Christina's cleavage in your peripheral vision.

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No matter how much you stare at the board and listen in to what the teacher is saying, you can't fully concentrate, due to Christina's hand rubbing your crotch.

It had happened silently and totally unexpectedly, but you weren't about to tell her to stop.

Once your breathing started to become ragged, she slipped her hand below the waistband of your shorts. Christina stopped momentarily, clearly surprised by your lack of underwear. Sliding further down, she wrapped her hand around your penis, which quickly became fully erect.

You grip the edges of your chair; after being teased for so long the previous day, it hadn't taken you long to barrel towards an orgasm.

A couple of inquisitive pumps, and...Christina withdraws.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from eliciting a frustrated cry; why wasn't anyone letting you cum?!

You throw a **** look towards the girl, who responds with a sympathetic expression that leaves you in no doubt what she's trying to say; she thinks your penis is tiny.

With your total humiliation complete, you give up the pretence of being in control. She thought you were a complete loser, so why bother?

For the rest of the lesson, you openly stare at Christina's scantily clad body. You knew that she'd dressed like that for you, to try and drive you crazy, and it was working; your penis is nearly poking a hole through your shorts.

You try to imagine what her bare breasts look like, knowing now that you would never see them. You longed to rip her clothes off, to run your hands over her bare skin, to make her streak through the school.

It's lucky that you've decided to sit on your hands; if you hadn't, you'd probably have thrown them down your shorts and started jerking off right there and then when Christina slipped off her sandals, wiggling her bare feet.

She was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen, and if you had your way, she'd never wear clothes again.

But you didn't have it your way. You were a frigid, shy little boy, who was terrified of being seen nude, and had a pathetic penis that no one would ever want to touch.