The Bitch Ch. 01

Without looking away from the mirror she handed me a tissue. I used the tissue to clean any traces of lipstick from my face then tried to wipe up some of the fluid I could feel drenching my sex

I discarded the used tissue and took my seat just as the bell rang to signal the start of class.

For the first twenty minutes of class the bitch didn't even look my way. But once she had assigned us a pop quiz essay question to be turned in at the end of the period she sat at her desk, where it was impossible not to look directly at me every time she looked up.

I flexed my thighs trying to soothe the ache in my loins, rubbing my inner thighs together trying to stimulate my needy cunt.

I caught the bitch looking and opened my clenched thighs slowly while I worked on my assignment. Flashing her clear views of my pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. When the bell rang I was the last to get up and hand in my paper .As I gave her my paper grabbed my wrist and said

"Make sure you're on time."

After I left the classroom I headed straight toward the bathroom to finish what Ms. Santos had started but it was full of girls applying makeup and talking about god knows what. I went into the stall and cleaned my dripping pussy almost gasping aloud when the tissue touched my tender clit. I quickly retrieved the underwear from my bag and slipped them on knowing there would be no chance to get off here. Or any other time that day much to my chagrin.

The day dragged on slowly and by two forty when the final bell rang I was all but running to detention

Part two is coming shortly...

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