Her hand rested in her lap, and she glanced over to John behind her new reading glasses. Rose didn't need glasses, but she thought they made her look better - More intelligent. John was busy watching the movie, as was most of the class; Except for Rose.
She removed her hand from her lap and slipped it over to John's knee, where he sat next to her. She saw his jaw tighten slightly, but didn't say anything, until she reached his inner thigh. He shut his legs together and crossed his arms over his erection, blushing as he looked at Rose. She didn't say a thing.
"Rose," He said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not doing anything," She whispered back, swatting at his hands to move it, and, after a moment's hesitation, he did, and her hands crawled closer. She could feel his member pressed firmly against his slacks. The other day he and Dave were bragging about lengths, and she could tell, even though it was restricted by his underwear and pants. She held what she could in her hands, rubbing her thumb along the tip, and he let out a soft chuckle, squirming, claiming it tickles. She told him she was doing the best she could, and she continued.
John's hand landed on her hip, rubbing over her stomach and sliding under her shirt, going up her stomach as his cold hand gave her goosebumps. His hand reached the edge of her bra and slyly slid under it, his cold hand resting on her breast, and he started to laugh.
"Wow, they're so... Firm. I always imaged them jiggly. You have jell-o tits," He said, laughing, and she removed her hand and swatted his.
"Shut up," She said, giving him a stern look. "We have ten minutes left of class." She stated, moving her hand back to his member, rubbing against it. John, finding him alone, slid his hand back to her hip, moving down her crotch and sliding it over her clit.
"Is that working?" He asked, and she didn't respond, just focused on his cock. John continued to rub, hoping it was working, in which she opened her thighs more and slid back. "Is it?" He asked again, and she nodded. "You're moaning on the inside?" John asked with a smirk, and Rose nodded. She glanced back at the clock.
"Two minutes." She took her hand back and so did he, but he copped another quick feel before they left for class. She followed him to the bathroom where they both went to their respective restrooms to finish their unfinished business, and Rose hoped tomorrow would go a bit better.