AN: My first story, hope you guys like it ;) - both characters involved are over the ages of 18.
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With the scorching heat hammering down inside Mr Welts classroom as he ranted - yet again - about the woes of the Native American tribes and the cultural backlash we can never undo, it was no surprise that my mind (and my gaze with it) drifted to the enthralling legs perched daintily across from me on Rose Parkers hips. Captured by the most delicious looking silken stockings it was no wonder my 8 and a half inches quickly grew hard against the murky confines of my briefs.
Trying to keep as sly possible, I studied those legs to a degree that would make me an A grade student if applied elsewhere whilst making my way from her small feet upwards. As soon as my gaze reached those bursting mallows hidden so inefficiently by the Penrith High blouse I felt my cock lurch and thanked the heavens for the hot weather - allowing me to see the school prude had no bra on! What a joyous day this dreary Friday was turning out to be.
Since 7th grade, I had watched Rose bloom into the most glorious hour glass figure, only to be dismayed by her gradual turn to disdain for male-kind. Most of the guys figured she just wanted the pussy - a lost cause at best, but I was willing to bet that she would become a cock-sucking whore at just the slightest nudge.
Despite my general attractiveness, with girls throwing themselves at me once word got out about the whole 'package' I had, I never swayed for my lust for Rose.
So I'm guessing you can imagine my utmost delight at this discovery of bra-free day at Penrith High by one class rep. Hell, it almost made me want to whip it out and jerk off for a second. So here I was, cock throbbing mightily, gawking at the hottest girl in a 10km radius sans bra and I get the shock of my life.
Prude, teachers-pet Rose reaches under the desk into her skirt and proceeds to give herself a rub! Then, after continuing to take a few more notes from Mr Welts rant, looks around nervously before reaching between her legs and doing it again.
I must have been gawking with my mouth hanging open for too long however, because suddenly I receive a rude interruption from my front seat viewing of a lifetime by an extraordinarily large head belonging to Mr Welts.
"Bradley, are we off dreaming about something more interesting than the Native Americans, and the many perils they have faced?" He rasped angrily.
I must have looked pretty stunned however, because Mr Welts expression changed to one of mild concern before he proceeded to check;
"Have you been drinking enough water today Brad? We wouldn't want you to be getting heat stroke in this weather."
Bringing my empty bottle out of my bag I exclaimed lamely;
"Ran out during practice earlier today Sir and I forgot to fill it... Sorry." As I tried to hide my expression and look as blank as possible.
"No such nonsense Brad! Go refill at the tap at the back of the class." He urged.
Pleased with myself for getting out of the situation smoothly, I strolled up to the back and refilled before returning to my seat as Mr Welts continued. Shortly after reseating, my attention was drawn back to Rose's legs and highly fuckable tits as she scribbled away furiously in her notebook, giving a nice bounce to those delectable mammaries.
I must have been entranced by Rose's allure for some time however, for my reprieve ended abruptly when the school bell rang over the cranky old intercom, signalling the start of lunch. Students and Mr Welts alike sprinted for food whilst Rose sat startled, hands down her skirt and her notes not all down.
As she scrambles to write down the remainder of the work, the corridor quickly quietens as the school empties itself outside to seek shade and lunch. I make my way over to Rose leisurely, because if there ever was a chance for me to land Rose Parker, today was the day.
