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Fun at School

Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female, Voyeurism, Young, Author: Squirrelboy, Rating: 95.7, Source: sexstories.com

long shirt.” She giggle-snorted. Annie had a hard time concentrating on the last few minutes of class, of course, and it was pretty evident that Brian did, too. So did Connie. She kept glancing back at the two of them, looking away when one of them caught her eye. Annie wasn’t TOO worried about the girl telling someone. After all, she’d seemed to have enjoyed the show, and wouldn’t she have told the teacher when Annie’s boob was bouncing around? The bell rang and kids started to gather their things. Annie heard one boy ask “What’s that smell?” and she blushed. She hadn’t realized how… fragrant… her escapades with Brian had been until that moment. She figured that their hands would smell, but, taking a deep breath, she realized it was in the entire room. Standing on shaking legs, making certain that her shirt dropped all the way down, she looked at her chair. A small puddle had pooled and was drying in the concave surface. “Well, I have to admit, that was one hell of a show,” a girl’s voice said, and Annie looked up to see Connie staring at Brian. “But, you know I’m going to have to tell Charlotte, don’t you?” “Oh no!” Annie said, bringing her sticky hand up to her mouth. “I ... forgot about your girlfriend, Brian!” “It’s okay,” he said, brushing his hand against her back. It felt nice—and distracting—not having a bra strap in the way. “I was going to tell her tonight, anyway.” “You’re… breaking up with her because of me?” “He better be,” Connie said, folding her arms disapprovingly. Brian smiled. “No, she’s very… understanding. At least, that’s what she said on the tour bus on the way home last week.” “Bullshit,” Connie said, “She’s not THAT understanding.” “You haven’t talked with her since we got home, have you?” “Sure I have, at lunch.” “Pretty sure you don’t share intimate secrets over the tables in the cafeteria.” He laughed, as if this had been no big deal. It was a big deal to Annie, though. “But, Brian… what about us?” He took her goopy hand in his own, smiling reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Annie. Hey, I’ll call you tonight, okay? I have some things I want to talk with you about.” “Okay,” she said, and for some reason she actually felt reassured. Was she really that willing to be the “bit on the side?” Remembering how his fingers had felt on her, remembering how his penis had felt, seeing his smile, Annie realized that she actually WAS willing.