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When Ryan decides to go to community college, he doesn't expect the amorous attention he receives on his first day from a sexy classmate...and he certainly doesn't expect it when she doesn't wait until they're alone to do something about it!

Warning: This story is 3,800 words of pure red-hot filth, including (but not limited to) public masturbation, public sex acts, footjobs, cockteasing, orgasm denial, suppressed desires, videotaped voyeurism, and (implied) Number 2 pencils.


“No problem, Mrs. J!” said Susannah cheerily, smiling at Ryan.  The class continued.  Ryan noticed that Susannah had started answering questions much more frequently (but not as much as he noticed her excellently smooth armpits every time Susannah raised her hand), and she was deliberately trying to engage him with her answers.  That was nice of her. 

After a while he began to get into the flow of things.  This wasn’t so bad.  Well, except for the unattended pole in his pants.  Dammit!  Why did he have to sit across from Susannah?  That smile was really playing on his mind…and then that top…those boobs, held firm at the moment while she was sitting still…she’d clearly had time to fix her hair perfectly in the morning…what was that?

Again his train of thought had been interrupted.  But this time, it wasn’t Mrs. Jenkins who was responsible.  Something was touching his leg.  He stared at the table, his mind’s eye seeing right through it.  There were his legs, and the grey board shorts he’d just stuffed himself into in his morning hurry.  There were his beaten old sneakers, and an ancient pair of ankle socks.  And, just above his ankle, something had touched his leg.

Or had it?  Now Mrs. Jenkins interrupted him with some question (he seemed to answer well this time, or well enough to satisfy her for the moment), and when he’d finished, nothing.  He put it out of his mind, desperately tried to ignore his insistent erection, and concentrated on the class. 

And then, there it was again.  Just above the ankle.  Something was touching his leg.  And, as he stared at the table again, praying for X-ray vision, it started to move.  Just half an inch at a time.  But it was moving.  Up and down, up and down, up and down.  Prickling away at his senses.

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