Emma, moving around trying to see the TV

...You see Emma, her dark braids thrown over her shoulder, leaning toward you trying to see the screen around the one of the taller boys in the class. You flash a nervous glance as she leans against you, the TV light flickering jungle images across her face.

‘Sorry, just wanted to see the bit on the tree frogs’ she whispers.

You can feel the weight of her breasts against your arm and although you try to stop yourself you glance down at the neck of her dress, captivated by the pale skin of her cleavage. You catch yourself staring and notice that Emma is looking at you with her large green eyes and a self-amused smile.

‘Sorry Emma, I didn’t… I mean I wasn’t…’ you manage to stammer, readying yourself for her angry response but to your surprise you only her a soft giggle.

‘It’s okay, you think you’re the first guy I’ve caught trying to take a peek? I guess I’d be more worried if you didn’t’ she says softly and turns to look back at the TV, but you think she’s pressing herself against you a little harder. Maybe it’s a game to her but you can feel your cock getting hard.

What do you do?