"That's enough for now, class," she tells everyone. "Mmm. You can keep going for now though, Denny," she says to the boy with his hands molesting her underneath her bikini.
"How many people were watching and Jenny?" she asks. A few people raised their hands. " did an excellent job of engaging Jenny by doing more than just feeling her up. By talking with her, he made it more believable that he was doing more than just fondling her. This is something that works well in real life too, boys," she says, much to the amusement of the girls in the class.
"Jenny did an even better was perfect at responding as though everything were normal. What was inspiring was the fact that she did this by playing off the fact that she KNEW that she wouldn't be able to tell that was fondling her. Everyone give them a round of applause! Ungh, not you, Denny."
Almost everyone applauds you and Jenny; Ms. Cannings spreads her legs further, and guides Denny's hand to probe into her moist depths. You look to Jenny with a smile, and she looks to you with a knowing smile on her lips. You didn't wish specifically for Ms. Cannings to do that exercise, and you had wondered how exactly the girls would interpret the exercise: it looks as though Jenny did know the whole time that you were fondling her.
The other students participating are reacting in a variety of ways. James and Clarice were just smiling and clapping: looks like they already have a healthy physical relationship. Charity was clapping while staring death beams at the boy who had been feeling up her ass; he was studiously ignoring her. The girl who had been getting fingered early on was giving a very different sort of fiery look to her partner: he looked a bit nervous, like he had bitten off more than he could chew. Maddy Jameson, her nipples still stiff, was chatting pleasantly with Greg Burnside: she looked to be sanguine with him having pawed her impressive breasts.
"The other person I'd like to draw attention to is Denny here. Unnnh," announces Ms. Cannings, breathing heavily. "He was inventive, and drew me into the exercise, which worked well because I'm dressed for it. He also, oooh, threw himself enthusiastically into his role. No-one give him a hand, though, because his reward is that I'll be doing that personally during the next exercise. You can stop now, Denny," she says. Nervous chuckles filled the room, as Denny pulls a glistening hand from her bottoms. You wonder what inventive game she has lined up next: all you had wished is for a series of sexual games you would enjoy.
"Okay," Ms. Cannings continues. "Everyone keeps the same partners. Boys, take off your clothes!" The girls in the class hoot and holler and make catcalls. Jenny watches you as you pull off your boxers, and gives you a cheer. Her eyes drop down to your erection with a wide grin.
"Quiet class! Quiet," shouts Ms. Cannings with a smile. "Boys, you have to act as though you don't understand anything the girls say, and you can't talk. You will let the girls touch you however you like, but you don't have to hide anything you feel. Girls, you are allowed to touch your partner however you like, and you can touch any other boy whose partner gives you the okay; and I want you to always be touching some boy a familiar way. But at the same time, I want you to spend the whole time gossiping with the other girls in the class, only checking on your partner every now and then."
Jenny looks to you with an impish grin. "I'm going to have *so* much fun with you," she threatens. |