Think about what I saw

I’m sitting in class but my mind is running somewhere else. It’s running up and down the image of a stiff, angry cock. I wonder what it feels like. They said it gets hard, but how hard? Like metal?

It looked pretty big. That’s supposed to go inside me? Is it even gonna fit? Will it hurt?

And that weird helmet thingy. Girls put it in their mouths? I wonder what it tastes like. I hope it’s not too gross.

And every guy’s is apparently different. The second picture looked nothing like the first one. I look around at a couple of boys in the room. I wonder what his looks like, and his!

I wonder what Justin’s might look like. I bite my lip.

“Maddie!” Mr Murdoch, my AP calculus teacher calls on me.

“What?” I ask, sitting up. A few people snicker.

“What is the derivative of question thirteen?” He asks me.

“I, uh…” I start, going through my notes. I stopped paying attention at question six.

Some other geek saves me when they can’t resist blurting out the answer.

Mr. Murdoch sure got me that time. I wonder what his dick looks like. Ew. I’m gonna forget about that one.

I just can’t stop thinking about dicks. I can’t stop thinking about what they look like, wondering what they feel like. Its driving me crazy. I need more. I need to get my hands on one of them. It’s gonna be hard paying attention to school for the rest of the day.