The English lesson was dragging, but my dick was rock-hard under the desk. Milana, the girl from my class with those hypnotic dark eyes and full, pouty lips, had been giving me looks all period. Her hand slid over my thigh, her fingers tracing the bulge in my jeans. I bit my lip to keep from groaning.

"Let me help you with that," she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. Her hand slipped into my fly, her cool fingers wrapping around my shaft. My cock throbbed in her grip. She started stroking me slowly, her thumb swiping over the slick head, smearing pre-cum. I could feel her other hand under her skirt, her own fingers working her wet pussy. The sound of her soft, wet squelches mixed with the teacher's droning voice.

But we got sloppy. A moan escaped me. The teacher's voice cut through the haze. "What is going on back there?!"

We were busted. Milana yanked her hand back, my dick springing free for a second before I shoved it back in. The teacher's face was purple. "Principal's office. NOW."

We walked out, the tension thicker than the textbook. As soon as the classroom door shut, Milana pushed me against the lockers in the empty hallway. Her mouth crashed onto mine, her tongue diving deep. I grabbed her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks through her skirt.

"I need your cock inside me," she panted, hiking her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was glistening, her swollen lips begging for attention. I