Luckily, he is

Mr. Catlan blinked and finally tore his gaze away from Olivia. “Umm… yeah. You’re correct. Sit down.” He turned back to the whiteboard and started pointing at a diagram again, continuing the lesson as usual.

Edward dropped back into his seat, relief flooding through him. His hands were shaking a little under the desk. He looked up at Olivia, who had settled back into her chair. She was already turning slightly toward him, watching him with a slow, seductive smile. Her hazel eyes locked onto his, full of arousal and what seemed to be admiration. Edward didn’t know how to respond. He tried to give a small nod, but his throat felt tight.

Then he noticed what her hand was doing.

While still facing him, Olivia hooked two fingers into the waistband of her white leggings and pulled it upward, slowly and deliberately. The stretchy material dug deeper into her hips and crotch, outlining her pussy even more clearly. She spread her legs a little wider under her desk, knees parting just enough. The fabric was so tight now that Edward could see the full shape of her pussy lips pressed against it. A small, dark wet spot had formed right at the center, slowly growing. She was soaked. The damp patch made the white material slightly see-through, showing the soft outline of her folds.

Edward’s cock stiffened instantly, going from half-hard to rock hard in seconds. It strained painfully against his pants. Heat rushed through his entire body. He couldn’t stop staring. Olivia kept that same seductive smile, biting the corner of her lip as she watched his reaction. Her fingers stayed at her waistband, tugging every few seconds like she wanted to make sure he kept looking.

This wasn’t normal. None of this was normal. Edward reminded himself. What was happening here?

Edward shifted in his seat, trying to hide how hard he was. His heart was racing so fast it felt like it might explode. He needed to get out of here. Right now. Before he lost control or did something stupid in front of everyone.

He raised his hand. “Mr. Catlan? Can I go to the washroom?”

The teacher barely glanced over. “Make it quick.”

Edward stood up carefully, keeping his backpack in front of his crotch to hide the obvious bulge. He could feel eyes following him as he walked down the aisle, Olivia’s, the two blondes, and at least four other girls he hadn’t noticed before. Their stares burned into his back. He kept his head down and pushed through the classroom door as fast as he could without running.

The hallway was quieter, but his mind was still loud. What the fuck is going on? He kept replaying the last ten minutes, the random panty flashing, Olivia’s wet pussy visible through her leggings, the notebook scribble she had done to help him for seemingly no reason, all those messages this morning. His cock was still painfully hard, throbbing with every step. He walked straight to the men’s washroom at the end of the hall and pushed the door open.

It was empty. He went into the farthest stall, locked it and leaned back against the wall, breathing hard. Edward ran both hands through his messy black hair and stared at the tiled floor.

“Am I still dreaming?” he whispered to himself. “This can’t be real.”

He pulled out his phone. The screen lit up with even more new notifications, more messages, more photos, more **** texts from girls whose names he barely knew. His thumb hovered over the screen, but he didn’t open any of them. He knew he might have to jack off to relieve himself if things got any worse.

Edward closed his eyes and tried to calm down, but all he could see was Olivia’s soaked crotch, the way her leggings clung to her pussy lips and that seductive smile she had given him like he was the only person who mattered. Were his dreams finally coming true? Or was he still dreaming? Edward left the stall and decided he needed to freshen up.

He walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on his face again and again, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Droplets ran down his jaw and dripped into the sink. He gripped the edges of the counter with both hands, trying to steady himself.

Just what the fuck was happening here? That was the only question in his mind.

Everything since he woke up this morning had been completely insane. The messages, the photos, how some of the women on campus had been acting in his presence. He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow his racing heart. His cock was still rock hard, pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He needed to calm down before he went back to class.

The door to the men’s bathroom opened to his right.