Give her a hand-job.

I didn't quite know what to think, I was just asked for a hand-job... or something more, as she so bluntly put it. What should I do? I don't want to... Who am I kidding? I want to. Her cock looks very... juicy. I can see pre-cum slowly oozing out of the circumcised tip. Her chocolate brown hand sliding up and down her cock, spreading the liquid across the entire eight or so inches of her member. No lying now, I am aroused. My own erection shows that.

I, again, look to her face. I give a smile, signaling my approval. Fortunately, we are sitting in the back of the class, so no one can get a good look at what we are doing. Because of that, I can easily move my hand towards the girl's pelvis. I look at the teacher, just to make sure she isn't looking. Then, the tip of my fingers brush against something slick. I feel my fingers wrap around head. Slowly, I work my hand down to the base, feeling all the textures as I brush over them.

I start to speed up, working up to a moderate pace. Looking away from the teacher, I notice my partners expressions. Her face was almost completely relaxed with nothing but a slight smile. Her breathing became heavy. My eyes follow her body down to her pelvis, seeing her curves as I go. Her breast were at least DD, maybe bigger. She had some belly fat, but not too much. Her hips flowed into her long legs.

I look back up to her face, which was looking back. "Hey, I'm almost there." She says through heavy breaths. Hearing this, I speed up, pumping like mad. Wet sounds created with each stroke. Suddenly, a spray of cum unleashes onto the floor. The girl looked at me with tired eyes. She then spies the tent made out of my jeans. "Why don't I help you with that?" She says with a glint in her eyes.