Mathematics

Tanya reached her math class without incident and although her teacher, Mr. Gauss, was a bit irritated by the late pupil, he didn't really allow it to disrupt his class for more than a moment.

Quickly, Tanya was seated beside her friend McKenzie and doing her best to focus on the lesson.

"So, where've you been, Tanya? Weren't we supposed to meet up this morning?" McKenzie whispered to her redheaded friend, slightly annoyed but more genuinely curious.

"I'd rather not talk about it, Kenzie. Let's just say it's been a long morning," said Tanya with a quiet sigh.

Her friend could tell she was not acting like her usual self and thought maybe she was sick. The rest of the class was relatively uneventful.

At least, it seemed that way on the surface. Tanya appeared thoughtful focused and fierce, the way she normally did for most of the lesson, but looking closer there was clearly something going on in her mind which only became more obvious as class went on.

The equations and theories and formulas all seemed to float by Tanya. She never was great at mathematics in the first place. So, despite her best efforts to concentrate her mind kept floating back to this morning.

"Why did I go to that stupid tattoo studio? I'm such an idiot! I don't even know what the stupid tattoo looks like... But I know they picked something slutty!!" Tanya thought, deep in a daze now.

"They probably think I'm a slut, after that performance! Ugh! What kind of girl drops her panties in a crowded room?!" Tanya begins subtly rubbing her thighs together without thinking.

"And bending over that stupid bench? C'mon! Even Billie "the Bicycle" Thompson, the sluttiest girl around, wouldn't have been that bold!" In fairness to Ms. Thompson, the nickname was a bit of an exaggeration, but these were some of Tanya's thoughts as she sat and ground lightly against her thighs.

"Fuck!" The word slipped quietly under her breath as Tanya relived the experience, albeit a bit over dramatically recreated.

"I think I soaked that stupid bench like a whore... Mmmph... Even the radio guys could smell me!" A real blush worked down Tanya's face and neck.

McKenzie could tell something was up with her friend when she spotted the redhead squirming beside her. She wasn't outright writhing in class, but even the subtle moves and gentle panting were enough to paint a picture for the observant girl. She thanked God they were seated in the back of the class. She was also grateful that Whitney and the other popular girls weren't here to see this.

"Tanya! Psst... Tanya!" McKenzie whisper yelled to her friend. "Tanya what's wrong with you?!"

As she asked the question, McKenzie placed a hand on Tanya's arm. That seemed to do the trick!

Unfortunately for Tanya, as her mind jumped back to reality her thought followed suit and formed words.

"I'm not wearing panties!" That realization hit her mind just before her friend got her attention and the words spilled out of her mouth.