It was in science class on the day after Ramona's escape attempt. Mr. Gerald was already ticked off about how the entire class's volcanoes had all erupted before they could present, and none of them could be graded except for Lola. Even then, Lola's poor presentation had made it clear she hadn't even built her volcano by herself, so Mr. Gerald wasn't feeling generous today.

"I'm going to assign a new project today, due next week!" the balding instructor announced to a classroom full of annoyed groans. "You can all thank Mr. Fuller for this!" Everyone in the room turned to glare at Jackson, even a hypocritical Ramona, not wanting to look unpopular by taking his side.

Jackson immaturely stuck his tongue out at Ramona. Even if they were living together, he still hadn't warmed up to her as much as their moms hoped he would. He didn't care what she thought of him. It was her friend Lola that was the real problem. He knew her mom, I mean, she had put a lot of work into her project, and now it was his fault she would have to start all over. Her annoyed glare hurt him the most.

Mr. Gerald continued. "Since the principal has warned me against soliciting any more actual volcanoes from you kids – apparently it's a safety violation now – I'm going to give you a bit more freedom on this one. The theme of the project is titled "erupting a volcano." You can work in groups on any project you can connect to the theme. It can be geology, chemistry, biology or anything science-related."

Upon hearing "work in groups," most of the teens immediately got up to talk with their friends, discussing teams and project ideas. However, the word that hit Ramona was "biology." She immediately recalled an interesting conversation in the Fuller house kitchen the other day, when Jackson made a comment about being "up all night erupting his volcano." His Aunt Stephanie had been grossed out by the comment, and it took Ramona a moment to realize how the phrase sounded like Jackson had been masturbating all night.

As a teenage girl, Ramona had certainly let curiosity get the best of her in the past, and she had enjoyed quite a few videos of sexy naked guys jerking off. But before that moment, she had never really thought about how there was a boy her age likely doing it every night just down the hallway.

Ramona was brought back out of her thoughts by Lola groaning next to her. "Ugh, there's no way my mom will do this for me a second time. I guess I'll work with you on this." Ramona was glad to have a friend already, and she leaned over to whisper her idea for their project to Lola. Lola blushed as she understood the research subject, then began to giggle as she looked over at Jackson. "Are you sure he'll be okay with this?"

Ramona smirked. "Well, it wouldn't be a good research project if the subject were entirely aware of what we're studying." Lola caught her friend's drift. They would be studying Jackson in secret.

The mastermind moved her chair over to Jackson's side. "What do you want now Ramona? Haven't you screwed up my life enough?" the boy groaned. Ramona faked a look of apology. "I'm super sorry about that Jackson, but I know a way to make it up to you."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it." Ramona smiled. "Actually I have two ways of making it up to you. 1: You can be in a group with me and Lola." Jackson's eyes lit up as soon as he mentioned Lola. "And 2: You won't have to do any of the work."

Though Jackson was happy about working with Lola, he was a bit suspicious of the second part. "Why would you do that for me?" Ramona made a fake innocent looking face. "Because the whole class is only mad at you because you were trying to help me, and you deserve something in return."

"Besides, I know you were up all night working super hard on your volcano, and you shouldn't have to waste any more time on a new project." Lola came up behind Jackson and wrapped her arms around him. "Yeah Jackson, just relax for the rest of the week. Do everything you normally do when you have free time, and we'll do all the work." The feeling of his crush's chest pressed against his back and arms around him was giving Jackson exactly the reaction the girls had been hoping for. They stifled their giggles as they noticed a slight bump appear in his jeans, and Ramona immediately began taking notes.

"Huh? What are you writing down?" Jackson was curious, but Ramona moved the notebook away from him. "Now what did I say? We'll do all the work and you won't have to worry about it." Jackson shrugged and went back to listening to Mr. Gerald drone, not bothering to cover the growing bulge in his pants.

Jackson honestly should have noticed something was up when Lola kept clinging to him all day, but he was enjoying her sudden affection too much to complain and figured she was just being apologetic for getting mad at him in class. Whenever she held him from behind, he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her sweater, and her perky tits against his back drove him crazy.

By the time they got to the cafeteria that day, Jackson couldn't take it anymore. His swollen dick was pressing uncomfortably against his tight jeans, and he excused himself from the girls to use the men's room. Ramona and Lola grinned at each other as they saw how well their project was going, and after waiting a bit Ramona went to follow Jackson and collect some more data.

Jackson was already breathing heavy as he locked the stall door, then reached down to undo his belt. As soon as his jeans were down his thighs, his dick had already sprung to attention, sticking out of his boxers and leaking precum. He let his pants drop to his feet as he grasped his member and began to stroke it in the direction of the toilet. The horny teen bit his lip to keep from moaning as he heard other guys entering and exiting and using the urinals. He hoped the few gasps that escaped his mouth were inaudible over the sound of peeing.

Ramona stopped outside the men's room door, leaning against the wall and preparing her phone and notebook. She waited as boys finished their business and exited, and she realized she could see Jackson's stall from her angle whenever the door opened. "Just as I thought…" she mumbled to herself as she noticed his pants bunched at his feet, but his feet facing toward the toilet.

Once the last boy had exited and Jackson had the room to himself, Romana could faintly hear the sounds of his hand sliding up and down his sticky cock along with the gasps and moans he couldn't hold back. She turned on the audio recorder app on her phone and began to take notes.

Meanwhile Jackson was imagining Lola was there with him, totally naked and bent over the toilet, hands pressed against the wall. He would grab her ass and thrust into her soaking wet pussy as she screamed and moaned his name in pleasure. He bucked his hips through the air, fucking his fist as the fantasy played out. He even moaned "Lola…" by accident before catching himself.

Ramona could feel herself getting damp inside her panties as she listened from the hallway, then decided to mix things up. "Jackson, are you almost done?!" she shouted as if she hadn't been listening.

Jackson froze for a second, trying to keep his composure and stop his moans. "Y-yeah! What's up?" He was too close to stop completely though, and he continued to pump his penis while struggling to keep the noise down.

Ramona also had to hold back an inappropriate noise as she struggled not to giggle at the sight of Jackson's legs shaking as he reacted with surprise. She jotted down a note about his voice breaking upon her interruption. "Lunch is almost over and Lola's waiting for you!"

Lola's name pushed Jackson over the edge as he imagined her in front of him again, and the teen spurted shot after shot of warm cum all over the toilet seat, only a few drops managing to land in the bowl. His knees nearly buckled as he finished humping the air, and he let go of his twitching dick. He brought his hand up to his face and noticed he had covered it in cum. It took him a few seconds to return to reality from his post-orgasm haze.

"Jackson?!"

"B-be right out!" He stuttered as Ramona's voice surprised him again, and then got to work cleaning up his hand and dick and the toilet seat with a few squares of toilet paper. He actually had to pee still but he wouldn't risk taking any longer with Ramona suspicious.

Meanwhile, Ramona continued to giggle softly as she finished filling the first page of her project notes. She hit stop on her app and put her phone away, then admired her work so far. The page was titled "Erupting his Volcano: Sexual Habits of a Teenage Boy." She was sure Lola would enjoy reading and listening to the data she had collected after school.