Exhitionism sounds fun, play into it
From Create Your Own Story
"You think he's noticed?" You prompt, your eyes now acutely aware of the teacher below you.
Alex grins a Cheshire smirk, lips twitching to hide his enjoyment.
"I reckon he's hoping the front row doesn't notice the massive hard on he's got because of us. Bet he's thinking about how happy he'd have been to be twenty years younger and touching someone as handsome as you like this"
It was like a thick, suffocating fog had descended upon the room, stifling any hope of normalcy or order for you and Alex. The tension in the air was palpable, like a tightly wound spring just waiting to snap. And amidst it all, Alex's fingers danced against your skin, leaving a trail of fire that only added to the overwhelming chaos.
The plastic chair beneath you felt hard and unyielding, Alex's hand on your lap was the only source of comfort,Your fingers gripped the edge of your desk, the wood rough against your skin as you tried to ground yourself. It didn't take long for things to pick up a notch. As Alex's hand worked more and more, you started to struggle keeping your composure. He knew every trick in the book to keep you shuffling in your seat.
Mr. Johnson's face was a mix of confusion and irritation, his brow creased as he paused in his lecture. The rest of the class seemed to be, at least most of them, seemed to be completely ignorant, either borderline asleep or too bored to care. His face was stern and serious as he paused in his lecture, his eyes scanning the room before settling on the disturbance at the back. The twins were huddled together, their lips moving rapidly as they whispered to each other.
Mr. Johnson was still talking, but by now it was clear he had noticed the disturbance. He paused for a few moments and you felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over you before he finally continued on with his lecture as if nothing had happened. You were so lost in the moment that you hadn't noticed, but two of the twins had caught on to what was happening and were whispering to each other behind Mr. Johnson's back. The pressure only mounted as Alex continued to work his magic, blissfully oblivious to your rising stress levels. He was more in tune to the rising between your legs and how easy it was to fit you snug between his fingers.
You wanted to scream out and tell him to stop before anyone else caught wind of what was going on, but it felt like all the air in your lungs had suddenly evaporated and you were left completely speechless as you tried desperately not to let your composure slip away from you.
"God you're so hard, baby. I think the twins are getting jelous"
Alex chuckled softly to himself in amusement before his focus shifted back to the task at hand. Alex's words only seemed to drive you further into an abyss of desire, and soon the room was a backdrop or irrelevancy. The space between you and him was filled with your soft sighs of pleasure as his hands moved across your sensitive skin and teased every inch of you. You were so entranced in the moment that it took you a few moments to realize that Alex had been right; The twins were indeed watching and neither seemed able to look away. It left you feeling exposed but strangely exhilarated, a voyeuristic thrill as their eyes roamed over your body. This realization only intensified the pleasure Alex was giving you, sending waves of electricity through your body with each teasing stroke. You found yourself biting down on your lip to keep from moaning out loud, but it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, a few hushed breaths still escaped through your lips. Alex smiled knowingly at you before increasing his momentum, working his way up and down faster and faster. You weren't the only one turned on by the audience it seemed.
Alex continued to work his magic until you were completely overwhelmed by sensation, quivering under his skilled touch as orgasmic ecstasy washed over you like a tidal wave. You gasped for breath as Alex leaned in close before whispering against your ear "I think I'm getting better at this". Your cheeks flushed crimson from embarrassment and pleasure in equal measure.
Alex, cleaned his hand off with a swipe of his tongue, and watched with amusement as you tried not to yell at him for being a pain, shifting yourself so you could tuck yourself away again. You couldn't maintain eye contact with the twins, and so tried to focus on your notes, swallowing.
"You're such a bad influence on me"
