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What Happens In The Classroom... (between ImSexy'NdINoIt and damzomcninja)

ImSexy'NdINoIt

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 6, 2012
Kara sighed as she sat in class, rather bored. It was only the middle of September and she already wanted out. She'd never admit that allowed, but it was true.

She turned her head to look outside at the sun and her wavy, dirty blonde hair (shoulder length) moved with her, partially obscuring her view. She huffed and pushed it back behind her ear while her green eyes still gazed outside.
Why couldn't she just be home now? She really didn't have any friends here and being around people just made her feel... awkward and uncomfortable. That plus the fact that-

Kara sort of got a feeling in her lower regions then. She never understood why it happened, but she had just started... doing something about it recently and so it usually came back.
Kara turned to face the front of class and sort of glanced around her, a little flush on her cheeks. She felt like people were staring. Yes, she was wearing a semi-short jean skirt and a nice, clingy green top, but still...

The feeling was still there when Kara stopped glancing around. No one was looking at her so she allowed her hand to ghost between her legs, keeping her right hand on the desk as she pretended to read through the book there. The desks weren't too open but they were open enough that if uou were to pay attention to her, you'd probably be able to guess what she was doing under her desk. This was the 8th grade after all.
 
Jason Boulke grinned as he saw what she was doing, and sat down in desk next to her, before sliding it over to her. Jason was fifteen, and had been held back a year, but the girls in the school all thought that was really cool. Being bigger than the other boys, and more developed was a huge advantage for him, and he was pretty ripped. He was also kind dumb, playfully so, and he leaned in and whispered to her.

"Got an ich that needs scratching?" he asked her, as he placed his hand on her leg. "I have the proper tool for the job." He told her, grinning. He wondered how naive she was. She was the shy girl, the one you'd never suspect was so deliciously horny all the time. He had doubts about her expertise or knowledge about her body or his own.

The teacher, Mr. Ryan had taken notice of this too, and had observed it for some time now. He was also their gym teacher, and was one of those pervert types who would come into the girl's shower room to make them move faster to get them to next class. So far he hadn't singled anyone out as a target, but he had stalkerish tendencies, and seeing one of these blooming fowers finally touch themselves stirred something in him. The other girls did it too, they just did it at home.
 
Kara gasped when she felt a hand on her arm. Her eyes widened and her hand moved to her thigh as she turned her head to look at the boy sitting next to her. She knew him, or rather, knew of him and she has always seen him as attractive but he was also not the brightest of the bunch when it came to school, hence the reason he was in her grade. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks rather pink when he asked her if she had an itch, his suggestion to help her with it didn't aid to make the blush go away either. She knew very little about her body, sexual wise, for the course they were going to take about it this year wasn't until next semester and... she wasn't one to just look something like that up.

"I-I..." she just gulped. She wasn't sure what he could do to help, she had a general idea, of course, but she was unsure.

"We're in class right now..." was her lame excuse. She didn't want to say no but she didn't really know how to say yes either.
 
"And yet you scratch at said itch, right here in public..." He told her snidely. "Seems to be you have no shame about this being a clasroom. Come on, we're in the back of the classroom. No one will notice if I help you, as long as you're quiet..." he told her, as his hand crept up toward her sopping wet sex, that clearly longed for more than her own inexperienced fingers. He smiled, and gestured for her to just pay attention to the class, that he would take care of everything. The only one who could see them was the teacher. he could see where her hand was, as well as the boy's. He frowned a bit. But he wouldn;t let the girl's peer win. He would do one better later on.
 
Kara flushed more, but couldn't say no. It wasn't in her nature and he was attractive. She couldn't talk to boys too well. Oh, and she also wanted to see if he could help anymore. No matter what her efforts did, it never flet like enough and sometimes she'd just stop because she got frustrated at the feeling not going away. This was usually at home, of course, but the feeling did come at school sometimes.

Like now for example.

Kara glanced at him and nodded. "Okay," she agreed, moving her left hand out of the way and spreading her legs slightly more. She bit on her lower lip a bit. She wasn't sure what he meant by "be quiet" for she had no idea why she'd be loud but she kept it in mind as she glanced back at the front of class. She swore she noticed her teacher just turning back around, but he hadn't said anything so perhaps he didn't notice or she was just imaging things.
 
He grinned. She was shy to the point of being open minded about strangers touching her body, and he was already super excited about it, finding his fingers twitching at their place on her thigh. He slid them against her soft, delicate adolescent skin and stuffed them in under her skirt. There he pressed against her panties, finding the wet spot quite easily. As he touched it, he looked her in the eye and smiled before nudging her girly bump, and sliding his other hand up her shirt to play with her breast. He wondered if she'd thought about doing that before.

"You've got to press harder, like this..." he told her, in a coaching voice, as he pressed his eager fingers into her spot. Her soaking panties got stuffed inside her, the fabric toying with her.
 
Kara felt his fingers twitch when he grinned at her. He slid his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh and under her skirt where they soon found her panties. He pressed his fingers against the wet spot there. As he did that, his other hand went up her shirt and she tensed a bit when his hand caressed her breast. She bit on her lower lip a bit.

The he spoke to her, telling her what to do. He pushed and she suddenly felt fabric inside of her. Something brushed a spot and she felt a tinge of pleasure. She sucked in a small, shocked breath but kept it quiet, nodding to him in response to his statment as he continued his minstrations.
 
He took her hand, moving it so that it was on his bulge inside his pants. He knew she was naive, but he also knew she had instincts like any other girl. After simply suggesting her action with that gesture, he went back to perusing her pussy with his fingers. His hand tugged on her panties, pressing them up into her, and he kissed her cheek due to the angle he was at. He wondered how different was for her, between doing it herself and letting someone else take over.
 
Kara bit her lower lip to hold in a moan. She felt him take her hand and move it to his bulge. She flushed but decided to do as suggested, she rubbed on the material a bit, unsure what to do as his hands continued to minstrate inside of her. It felt so good. Her face was flushed and she looked around, wondering how people didn't notice this. What if they got caught? Was this a bad thing? He seemed to be doing it so easily...

She continued to rub on his bulge, eventually eeling a little brae ad moving her hand inside of his pants, looking at him and making sure that was okay.
 
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