The girls and boys are hesitating: the girls because they're waiting to see what the boys try to do, and the boys because they're trying to figure out exactly what they'll be able to get away with. You, on the other hand, have a pretty good idea, so you decide to take the lead.
You walk towards Jenny Mahler, standing to the right of the rest of the girls. She blushes again as you approach: she's clearly still a bit embarrased by being caught staring at your crotch. The other boys also walk slowly towards the girls, more or less following you just because you look more confident.
Jenny looks a bit nervous, probably wondering what you're going to try to do to her, knowing that she can't do anything about it. You want to put her more at ease, so you smile warmly but knowingly as you approach.
"Hey Jenny," you open conspiratorially. "Weird class so far, huh?"
Jenny smiles nervously, and speaks quietly. "Yeah. Pretty intense. Uh, I hope you didn't mind --"
You broaden your smile a bit. "Don't worry about it. I took it as a compliment." You reach around her to grab two handfulls of her firm butt.
She looks at you, still a little nervous. "Are you going to --- y'know, feel me up?"
"I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with," you say, massaging her butt and squeezing it, smiling inwardly at the irony.
Jenny seemed to catch the problem with such a promise, but then visibly relaxed. "I guess I just have to trust you. I'm surprised you aren't already feeling up my butt, at least."
You smirk. "Maybe I'll do that later," you respond casually. "For now, let's just look at what other people are doing." You take your hands from her butt, place them on her hips, and turn her to her right to look around at the rest of the class --- she turns compliantly, following what probably seems to her as a natural urge to turn and look. You turn to look, but not before reaching one hand under the waistband of her panties, and extending your middle finger to massage the little nubbin where her legs met. Jenny gasps slightly, but does nothing except wiggle slightly to accomodate the foreign object.
The two of you look at the rest of the class. James and Clarice, a boyfriend-girlfriend couple were having a one-sided make-out session, with Clarice just hugging James, and James doing all the "work": it looked a little awkward. There was another boy-girl pair that looked as if they were just talking, except that the girl had her legs spread wide, and the boy was gently probing her pussy-lips under her panties: she looked flushed. Maddy Jameson was talking with another girl, Charity, who was having her butt caressed by a boy whose name you forgot. Maddy herself was being felt up from behind by Greg Burnside, who was eagerly massaging Maddy's fabulous tits: Maddy was also flushed, and her nipples were sticking straight out.
"Funny," commented Jenny, "none of the boys are doing anything. Well, James is hugging Clarice, but that's normal. No one's even trying to feel up Maddy's chest."
"Well, we do have to still deal with you ladies outside of class," you say, wiggling your finger over her clit. Jenny gasps a bit. "We can't be burning our bridges now, can we?"
"It's funny," she says thoughtfully, "I'm not sure I would even *know* if any of the boys were doing anything, or even if you're doing anything to me. When I see all of these boys doing nothing out of the usual, I can't help but think of what they *might* be doing, and it makes me a little hot." She tries to turn to look to you properly: It twists your wrist slightly, which is uncomfortable, so you take your hand out of her panties to let her turn. "When I think of what you might be doing to me right now..." she turns away. "No, I'm sorry."
"No," you prompt her, holding her gently by the shoulders, "it's fine. What sorts of things do you think I would be doing to you right now?" You take your hands from her shoulders, tracing them down her shirt.
"I don't know," she starts hesitantly.
Feeling helpful, you reach into her opened shirt, and gently grab both of her breasts. "My breasts," she says suddenly, and you smile warmly. "Just to be fair because I was staring at your hard-on, you'd play with *my* protrusions," she giggled a bit. "You could even get to see them naked without undressing me, because my shirt is open."
You decide to have some fun, and do exactly what she described: you spread open her shirt as you massage her breasts. Jenny looks open with a little wonder, and tries to cover her breasts by closing her shirt, unsuccessfully of course.
"My god," she says. "Now my shirt's wide open, and it won't close. Everyone can see my stiff nipples, they can see how horny I must be. But you aren't even doing anything with them," she said with confusion, and what might be a tinge of sadness.
"Would you like me to?" you ask. You lower yourself to her right breast, and start licking it while you spread her legs apart with both hands. She shifts her stance, and you probe the wet spot on her panties with your right hand.
Jenny gasps. "I don't know --- Yes. The idea makes me hot. I'd want you to feel me up for everyone to see, with me sitting on your lap, feeling your cock pressing into my butt and your fingers pinching my nipples. Helpless to do anything about what you're doing to me. Oh god," she says, shuddering as you squeeze her nipple between your lips in a tiny o, and as you run your finger up the length of the sopping crevice concealed by her pink panties. You pull your mouth away from her nipple, and lick her entire breast so that it sheens with moisture, and you rub at the spot at the top of her nether lips.
"Are you okay?" you ask mischieviously, pulling yourself up to her level again while she pants, flushed a hot pink colour. She looks at you hungrily, her eyes flitting down to your crotch now and then."
Jenny is about to say something when Ms. Cannings clears her throat. Denny Carleston is behind her, with his right hand buried in her bikini bottoms, and his left under the right cup of her top. She's breathing heavily, and squirming a little, but showing no obvious signs of being aware that Denny was playing with her body: you guess that your wish that the participants act out what she says extended to her, as soon as Denny started involving her. Her bottoms are a little damp, and you expect that they will soon be showing off even more than they did before.
"Okay, class..." Ms. Cannings starts. |