It was the end of the year. I was sitting at my desk in front of the class, poking away at my laptop. The students before me didn't really have to be here. Final exams were over, graduation was coming up, and the only seniors left in my World Literature class were either the ones with fanatical parents or the top kids who were so devoted to school they would attend every day until the end.
Janina was part of the latter category. She was at the top of her class and had colleges clamoring to enroll her, and rarely missed school. Her only absence this semester had been when she celebrated her 18th birthday by going on a college tour.
When I saw her sandals on the floor, her feet bare beside them, I figured I would ignore it in spite of the dress code. Nobody in the class noticed her anyway - three girls were by the window playing Uno and one guy was in front, head down on the desk, snoring away. If Janina wanted to sit in the back corner of the room as she read "Siddhartha," eyes looking downward at the book on her desk, blond hair falling to her shoulders, bare legged and shoeless, I wouldn't object.
Then I noticed her hand.
Her legs were parted slightly; her hips were rocking on the hard wooden seat. Her right hand was nestled between them and I could see that she was lightly massaging herself. As she shifted her legs I could see a small wet spot on the crotch of her white panties.
I dropped my eyes as she glanced around the room. I heard her cough to muffle her excitement.
I remember reading Hesse years ago. It got me pretty horny, too.
She went back to her book. Her brown skirt rose, revealing her leg as she lightly ran her fingers up her thigh, caressing her creamy skin. Her fingers disappeared under the waistband of her panties. I could see her fingers working under the thin material. Her chest began to heave as she closed her eyes, focused on her movements. I could see her ass squirm as she pressed her crotch against her irregular strokes. She was working hard to keep from moaning, coughing to muffle any telltale sounds.
From behind the computer I observed as she paused, glanced around the room, and, in one movement, slipped her panties to her knees. Light pubic hair capped her slightly open, glistening pinkness. Her left hand casually brushed her breast, teasing it through the white sleeveless sweater.
Her eyes again shifted around the room. Her forefinger plunged into her pussy, making a soft spongy sound.
I shifted my legs, spying as her fingers began to fuck more vigorously. I had an image of Janina bent over my desk, tits pressed hard against the top, nervously offering her pussy as I stood behind, ready with my rigid, proud cock.
I glanced around the room. Nobody noticed what their classmate was doing.
