a little game 2

The bell released me. I had enjoyed sitting next to Emma and doing the tasks together - or rather, for her. She had made an effort, but she hadn't really been any help. But I was able to explain a few things to her. Emma had kept her feet in my lap for most of the lesson. I hadn't dared to touch her feet, even though I would have liked to stroke her toes and soles through her socks. Her feet had been very distracting and I was sure she had known he had an erection and she had deliberately pressed her feet onto my hard cock. She didn't say anything about it, though, and I didn't dare say anything in that direction.

I had jumped up as soon as the bell rang and made my way out of the classroom towards the toilet. I only had a five-minute break before the next lesson was due to start, so I had to hurry. Before the end of the lesson, Mrs. Müller divided us into groups for presentations in preparation for the Abitur exams. Emma was in a group with me. Although I was pleased to be able to spend more time with her, a voice in my head reminded me that her poor performance would probably have a negative impact on her overall grade. Emma really wasn't good at Bio. I shook my head and tried to push the negative voice back. It would be fine; I was there to help her and prepare her. Apart from that, she seemed to really want to try this year, and we got separate grades for our parts anyway, although they were of course influenced by each other.

My feet carried me to the 4th floor of the school building. This was where the classrooms were located and I hoped to find fewer students. My expectations seemed to be fulfilled, at least the volume dropped significantly as I let the door to the stairwell close behind me. I headed for the boys' toilets and opened the door. There was no one up here, as I had hoped. I grinned and disappeared into the cubicle on the left. I hastily opened my pants and freed my hard and throbbing cock. I jerked it hard and fast once or twice to make sure it stood up to its full size. My wet hands wiped at my pants and got my cell phone out of my pocket. It turned out to be harder than I thought to take a satisfactory photo of my stiff cock. After 12 photos, I was reasonably satisfied with the result. Heart pounding, I clicked on 'Share', selected Loona and pressed 'Send'. I stared eagerly at my display. One tick popped up, then the second. She had received it. The seconds dragged on like chewing gum while I waited.

Bam!

I almost dropped my cell phone in the toilet in shock. Someone had entered the boys' room and was strolling to the urinal. Shortly afterwards, I heard a splash. My heart gradually calmed down again. What was I actually doing here? I was standing on the toilet with my pants down, with a stiff cock, waiting for Loona to text me. My cell phone vibrated and I glanced at the screen.

Good boy. So, as for your second question, it's entirely up to you whether we play tonight or not. Depending on how well you do and whether you continue to be a good boy ;) As for your task: strip naked and send me a photo. You have 1 minute.

Fuck, my mouth suddenly went dry and I frantically started to get out of my clothes. T-shirt, shoes and pants were gone from my body in seconds. I hung them on the hook attached to the back of the cubicle door, sat down on the toilet seat and began to remove my socks.

"Everything okay in there?" I heard the voice of the boy who was in the boys' room with me. Fuck, I'd forgotten all about him. I must have been a bit too hectic and too loud when I started undressing. My heartbeat quickened again and the familiar beeping sound returned to my ears.

"Yeah, I'm okay," came my reply, hoping he would just leave. I took off my socks and now slipped out of my underpants too. I stood up and lifted my cell phone to take a picture of myself. Another 28 seconds. My heart was racing again.

"Okay," I heard from the other side of the door, then I heard footsteps and he seemed to have left the boys' room. I took a deep breath, took the photo and clicked "Send". What was I actually doing here? I was sending Loona naked pictures of me from the boys' bathroom at my school, just days after she had tried to **** me with other naked pictures of me. I seemed to have lost my mind for good. My penis twitched and I noticed a drop of pleasure forming on my glans. I shook my head. Apparently my cock was now doing the thinking for me.

I wondered what question I should ask her. Apparently, her tasks were not easy. My fingers began to type.

What do I have to do to get you to play with me tonight?

Her answer came quickly.

Take a video of you running naked through the boys' bathroom. I want you to do 10 squats in front of the sinks. Naked.

I swallowed. It was risky; there was less going on up here than downstairs. But there was also the risk of someone coming in, as the guy had just proved. I glanced at the digital clock on my phone. Another minute's break. I should actually go back downstairs now so that I could be there in time for the next lesson. But if I waited and did Loona's assignment during lesson time, there was much less chance of getting caught. My hands were getting wet again. What should I do? Was it worth the risk?

I waited another two minutes after the bell rang to start class before I started the video recording on my phone and carefully opened the door of the cubicle.

I carefully peeked around the corner of the door, no one there. My pulse was racing and I moved as if I was walking on absorbent cotton. It felt as if time was passing more slowly. My damp bare feet slipped a little on the cold tiled floor. I lifted my cell phone and looked into the camera lens and grinned. God, I hope I didn't look too ridiculous. I had decided to record with the inside camera so Loona couldn't claim I wasn't naked. I quickly walked down the restroom and stopped in front of the door in the hallway. This is where the sinks were, so this is where I had to do the squats. I felt a breeze on my back and I got goose bumps. I placed my cell phone on one of the sinks so that I could be seen standing naked in the middle of the room. I started with the squats. One, two, three, four, five... I heard the squeak of sneakers in the corridor and winced. I immediately ran back towards the cubicle; halfway there I stopped and turned around to the sink where my cell phone was still sitting, still recording. FUCK! I ran back to the sink. Now I could hear voices in the corridor and the pattering of many feet.

"Everyone should have two glasses of clean water for their brushes before we continue painting," I heard Mr. Kaiser's voice echoing through the corridor. The squeak of the door hinges sounded and my hand closed around my cell phone.