Matt squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as Samantha's fingers worked their way up his thigh. Professor Wilson's monotonous voice droned on at the front of the lecture hall, but Matt could barely focus on a single word.
"The girls didn't think I'd have the guts to do this," Samantha whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. Her hand found its way to his crotch, giving it a firm squeeze through his jeans. "But I told them you'd be such an easy target... the shy virgin who sits alone in the back."
Matt's breath hitched as she undid his zipper, somehow managing to stay quiet enough that the students sitting a few rows ahead remained oblivious. His cock was already rock hard, straining against his boxers.
"Look at how hard you are already," she taunted, sliding her hand inside his underwear. "Such a desperate little virgin. Bet you've dreamed about a girl touching you like this."
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, and Matt had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. The feeling of her soft hand stroking him was unlike anything he'd experienced before.
"P-please," he whispered.
"Please what?" Samantha smirked, increasing her pace. "Please stop? Please let you cum? You better stay quiet unless you want everyone to know what a pervert you are, getting jerked off in class."
