My name turns me on

Humiliated by the teacher calling me out, I squeeze my legs together and blush, looking down at my desk rather than meeting her gaze. I’m sweating badly, fuck, I must be out of shape. I’m practically steeping in perspiration, my seat is soaked already. Wait, not quite. I slide a finger across the chair and bring it to my nose for a sniff. Eugh! That stinks of pussy! Ew, and it’s sticky, too!

“Jane, is there a problem?” Jenkins asks, and I feel a wet warmth in my loins. Am I pissing myself? In class? Fuck but it feels good. I look up at Mrs Jenkins, shaking my head as unsuspiciously as I can. What the fuck is happening to me? My {if Naked}bare pussy is{else}sweatpants are{endIf} becoming soaked with my juices, I can’t even stand up to leave now, everyone will see my drenched crotch!