Hands-On Learning
The classroom was dark, the only light coming from the TV positioned at the front of the room. It was day one of a week-long sex-ed session, and they were about ten minutes into an outdated video covering the basics of puberty.
Jimmy Junior squirmed in his seat. On the screen were clinical diagrams. Zeke elbowed him in the side when they showed a drawing of the female body.
"She's got nice boobs," he whispered. Jimmy Junior gave a strained laugh and tried to shift farther away from his friend.
Jimmy Junior was already well into the throes of puberty himself, and unfortunately for him, just hearing the topic of sex discussed on the tape was having its effect. He averted his eyes and tried to zone out, but it didn't help that the teacher hadn't separated the boys and girls into different rooms yet. Everyone had scooted their desks close together towards the front to try to get a better view of the small screen. Tina was seated just to the other side of him, and in trying to get away from Zeke, he moved even closer to her. He forced his breathing into a slow and rhythmic pattern, trying to ease his racing pulse, but he was close enough to catch the scent of her hair and he could practically feel the heat radiating off of her. He groaned inwardly and squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his thigh, and he nearly jumped out of his seat. His eyes popped wide open.
Tina. Tina's hand. Tina's hand on his thigh.
Jimmy Junior turned to look at her, but her eyes were glued to the TV. What was she doing? Was this supposed to calm him down? It wasn't working. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his ribcage and he was sweating all over.
It was moving. Oh god, her hand was moving. Slowing stroking his thigh. Up and down. Up and down. He sat rigid and still, watching as it got closer and closer, moving farther up his leg with every rub. He tried to make eye contact with her again, and this time she did look back, giving him a quick wink before turning away again. He swallowed thickly.
Dear god.
She was there. Her hand was there. On him. On his crotch. Squeezing. He whimpered involuntarily. This was wrong. This was so wrong. They were in class. But he couldn't stop her. It felt so good. Her hand running over his bulge, teasing him over his clothes. God, it was hot. He didn't want to get caught, but he didn't want it to end either.
He tried to follow her lead. Eyes to the front, make it look like you're paying attention. Nothing strange going on here. Nope nope nope.
She squeezed him again and he almost wasn't able to stop himself from moaning. He turned to her again and she was looking at him out of the corners of her eyes. A small smirk on her face. And she did it again.
He realized he was in trouble right then, but it was already too late to stop it. He came hard, a groan escaping from his throat. Tina pulled her hand back and looked at him with wide eyes, like she didn't know that that would happen. And maybe she didn't. Maybe she had no idea how aroused she made him, how tightly wound he had been. He stared back at her, not really sure what he was feeling. He had loved every minute of that, and hell, he wanted to go again, but now he had a mess to take care of and he wasn't sure how to do it without the whole class thinking he came from watching a sex ed video.
When the bell rang and the lights turned back on, Tina and Jimmy Junior hung back while everyone else filed out of the room. Zeke offered him a quick goodbye as he headed off. Thankfully they didn't have their next class together.
"I'm sorry-" Tina started.
"Don't be," he interrupted her quickly. "That was amazing." He blushed hard and she grinned hugely at him.
His attention turned back to his lap. "Can you, uh, help me?" He was almost too embarrassed to ask, but she nodded instantly. Together they moved out out into the hall, him with his backpack held in front of him and her following right behind. There was only one class left for the day. Hopefully no one would ask him why he was wearing his gym shorts.