Just a Little Peek
by Charles Petersunn©

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Sally Andrews had to smile when she saw her little blue plaid skirt. She was 
digging deep down into her dresser drawer to find something nice to wear to 
classes that day, and then she found it: her blue plaid skirt that she had worn 
in junior high. It had been her favorite, at least back then. She didn't really 
know why, but she had always felt so feminine, so girlish, when she wore it. She 
smiled fondly as she remembered skipping along the halls of Middleton Junior 
High, her skirt swinging and dancing as she pranced through the halls.

She hadn't thought about it in years. She in fact never even wore it once 
through her years in high school. She considered it then to be too childish, or 
at least she had felt childish wearing it. Her mother had at times laid it out 
for her. Mother thought it looked cute on her. Sally, however, always put it 
away, feeling that she had really outgrown it and that this was just her mother, 
once again, denying the fact that she was becoming a young lady. She eventually 
even tucked it away deep down within her dresser drawer to discourage her mother 
from trying again.

But, those days in high school were also now long gone. She was in college now. 
She was eighteen. She was now in fact, in truth, a young lady.

And, a very pretty one at that. She had long straight blonde hair that she split 
down the middle, a very engaging and sweet smile, hazel eyes behind large, round 
spectacles, a perky nose and red cheeks, both sprinkled with freckles, 
accentuated with very cute little dimples.

As a young lady, she now made her own decisions over what to wear, although she 
was in fact still living at home. A lot of the students of Templeton College 
still lived at home. Templeton was a very conservative college, enrolling 
students from equally conservative and strict families. Sally might be eighteen 
and could legally live on her own, but her parents preferred that she stay at 
home, at least until she graduated. And, besides, they did save a lot of money 
on room and board by having her at home.

Sally pulled the skirt out from the bottom of the drawer. It didn't really look 
so childish anymore. Instead, it looked kind of cute. And, besides, she didn't 
have to avoid youngish looking clothing anymore to feel like a grown up. She 
was, after all, eighteen.

She wondered if it still fit. She giggled as she dropped her flannel pj bottoms 
and stepped into her memory of those days at Middleton, and she was grinned 
broadly when she realized that it did, indeed, still fit. It was a bit tight in 
the waist. A frown replaced her grin with the recognition that she had indeed 
put on some weight. But, other than that, it was actually quite fine. She 
considered wearing it to classes today, once she let it out a little bit in the 
waist. Plaid skirts were in fact part of the dress code of Templeton. It would 
be fine, if not perfectly appropriate. Although, there might be one problem. She 
scampered over to her full length mirror to see how it looked.

It was a bit short. She had grown taller since junior high. No, this would be 
fine, if not even cute. She did feel awfully pretty in it, even a bit sexy. 

She turned her back to the mirror and bent over, placing her hands on her knees, 
and then turned back to look.

Well, she would have to be careful about that. The curves of her lower fanny and 
the outline of her cunnie pouch were very clearly visible. It was though kind of 
cute. Not much different, after all, than what a cheerleader might show. But, it 
was probably shorter than was recommended, or actually required, by Templeton. 
If she was just careful when picking something up or bending over, or being 
careful that it doesn't slide up too much when she sat down, it would be fine.

She could feel her face even flush a bit though at the thought of wearing this 
on campus. You could see quite a bit of her young, white thighs. She spun to see 
if it would twirl up to reveal anything else.

Yea, she would have to avoid that as well, as her white pantied bottom came into 
view as the skirt swung up with her twirl. Well, that wouldn't be a problem. She 
couldn't recall any need to twirl as she attended classes, nor would she likely 
do that without thinking. And, she was always generally careful to bend at the 
knees when she had to pick something up.

Yes, she had made her mind up. She was going to wear her little blue plaid 
skirt, and just the thought of it made her feel all happy and girlish, just like 
when she was a little girl.

She slipped out of her skirt and ran to the bathroom, actually looking very 
forward tp going to classes.

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When she arrived on campus, she could tell that it was a good idea. The heads of 
quite a number of boys were turning as she walked across the commons. She never 
felt so pretty, so desirable. It was kind of neat!

She decided to go to the Student Center and perhaps hang out in the game room. 
To do so, she had to cross by the Health Sciences Center, which was an unusually 
tall building on campus, tucked in between three much smaller buildings. As you 
walked through the promenade facing the building you would invariably be hit 
with gusts of wind. Even on days in which there was apparently no wind, the 
drafts around the Health Sciences Center were nevertheless very active. Nobody 
liked walking past there in winter. Everyone referred to the spot as "the little 
Chicago," the severe blasts of bitter cold were so blistering. It was sometimes 
even hard to get the doors open, the wind could be so rough and hard.

Sally hadn't anticipated this problem. As soon as she entered the promenade a 
gust of wind swept up her thighs and under her skirt, lifting it up well past 
her bottom to give a good view of her blue panties and round little tush to 
anyone who might be walking behind her.

"Oh my!" she squealed as she felt the cool breeze expose her panties. She had 
decided to wear one of her more sexy panties. It was her compromise between 
dressing so young yet also dressing her age. White cotton panties were worn by 
little girls. She wanted to wear her sheer silk light blue hipsters. And, 
besides, they matched her blue plaid skirt quite well, not that anyone was going 
to notice, although for a brief second the persons behind her did certainly 
indeed notice.

She reached behind her with her left hand to hold the back of her skirt down as 
she made her way past the Health Sciences Building. Her face feeling a little 
flush, with the cool breezes as well as the embarrassing mishap.

But, another gust blew up the front of her skirt, which was frankly even worse. 
At least, it seemed much worse to be showing off the front of your panties than 
the back. These panties were really quite snug and sheer, and you could very 
clearly see the outline of her young mound. There was even evident camel toe.

"Goodness!" she yipped and shifted her left hand to the front of her skirt, 
pulling down on it to keep it from lifting up, which it clearly seemed to want 
to do.

She now wished that she had brought her back pack, as she had to use one of her 
hands to carry her books, notepad, and purse, yet she needed both hands to keep 
her skirt down.

"Hey!" she complained as another gust tossed the back of her skirt up once 
again. She returned her hand to the back of her skirt, looking behind to see if 
anyone saw.

She could see that a number of boys walking behind her were enjoying the free 
show. She quickly looked forward, not wanting them to realize how embarrassed 
she was. That only made it worse. Her face was now getting quite warm, despite 
the cool breeze.

But, just as she got the back of her skirt to behave, the front was twirling up.

She considered just ignoring the front of her skirt. There seemed to be a lot 
more boys behind her than in front of her, it didn't seem to be twirling up that 
badly in front, and those in front were not so continuously entertained, as they 
would soon walk past her. Those behind her would just naturally follow along, 
being continually treated to a nice pleasant diversion on the way to class. But, 
by the looks on the faces of the boys coming toward her, they were perhaps 
equally, if not more, delighted by the free show. She knew that the sight of her 
camel toe was probably much more of a spectacle than her panty-clad fanny.

She tried dropping down the books in front of her with her right hand, holding 
down her skirt in front as she held onto her books and purse. This did help a 
great deal, but it was a terribly awkward way to walk and her gait itself drew 
considerable attention to her: scampering across the promenade, one hand pushing 
down on her skirt in back, the other fumbling with her purse, books and skirt in 
front, and all the time parts of her skirt flitting up and way, revealing brief 
glimpses of sheer light blue silk panties.

Her hair was also getting a beating by this breeze, but frankly that would just 
have to wait until she cleared the Health Sciences Building, which she 
eventually did. As soon as she rounded the corner and got away from the gusts of 
wind, she dropped her books, brushed her skirt, and did her best to fix her 
hair, all the time scowling at the guys who been trailing along behind and now 
walked past her and looked back, hoping for an additional peek, or at least 
delighting in her predicament and obvious embarrassment.

But, as she was picking up her books, being careful to bend her knees to squat 
down rather than bend over, she could not help but smile. Just as she had 
enjoyed the turning of the heads of the guys prior to her troubles with the 
skirt, a part of her had also enjoyed her unintended but nevertheless still sexy 
flirtation. She could feel her heart racing, and there was even a bit of warmth 
between her legs.

A smile crossed her lips. So what if some boys saw her panties? It was just a 
bit of harmless fun. She knew she had worn this skirt in part to be flirtatious. 
The wind just allowed her to take it to an unanticipated level.

As she was stacking up her books she looked up to see guys and girls walking 
toward her, the eyes of many of whom seemed to be looking at her books, but she 
quickly realized that they were looking at what was just beyond them. Squatting 
down was good in keeping her bottom covered by her skirt, but the skirt had 
fallen back down her thighs and anyone walking toward her was treated to a very 
nice peek in between her thighs. She looked down and gasped at the sight of the 
curved pouch of sheer fabric. If she looked closely, she wondered if she could 
even see a bit through the fabric, the image of her feminine lips behind the 
sheer fabric. She quickly squeezed her thighs shut, her face once again becoming 
flushed with embarrassment. She finished gathering her books and rushed to the 
Student Center, using her left hand to hold her skirt down, just in case.

However, it wasn't too long that she gathered herself as well, slowed the pace 
of her walking, and let go of her skirt. It had been a little shocking to 
realize that her pouty little pussy was open for guys to see but, after all, it 
wasn't really. All they saw was her panties and, besides, in hindsight it was an 
innocent display. She didn't know them, and they didn't know her, at least she 
didn't think so. Why not let guys have just a little peek. You let them peek at 
your brassiere when you're wearing a see-through blouse. Why not let them have 
an occasional peek at your panties? Tara Conner and Katie Blair had shown off 
their panties, and they had been Miss Teen USA!

Sally stopped before she got to the Student Center and leaned forward, as if she 
was looking at her shoe. She knew her skirt was riding up a bit in the back. 
Based on her testing this morning in front of the mirror, she was probably 
showing just a couple of inches of her bottom.

Well, it was a bit more than just that. Anyone behind her did see her behind, or 
at least the beginning soft curves of her lower behind, which were very cute to 
see indeed, particularly clothed in such snug sexy panties. But, you could also 
see a nice rear view of her pouch, poking out between her thighs, equally 
tightly encased in the sheer silk panties.

Sally didn't pose like that for long. After only a few seconds she stood back up 
straight and turned around to see the effect. She pretended that she was just 
turning back to look for someone, as if she was entirely unaware of what she had 
just done. And, she did indeed apparently have quite an effect. A number of boys 
were quickly turning their heads away, not wanting to be caught sneaking a peek.

This was quite ironic and funny to Sally. They were now the ones who were 
apparently embarrassed and uncomfortable. She clenched her thighs together and 
wiggled her bottom back and forth, enjoying the warm feeling that was growing 
between them as she wondered if perhaps she might do something else, something 
more. She again rushed to the Student Center, but this time hurrying for a 
different reason, her heart pounding with anticipation.

When she entered the Starbucks cafe she formulated her strategy, a mischievous 
grin on her face. She was thinking of being a bit naughty, but that was what 
made it so much fun, even exciting.

She saw Chris, Bobby, and Ronnie sitting on a couch toward the back. They were 
close friends, members of the Templeton Chess Club, and the same age as her. 
They might make for a good audience, or perhaps more accurately, victims. She 
didn't really want to do this for guys who might be equally bold, perhaps even 
scary. Chris, Bobby, and Ronnie were far from threatening. They were rather 
nerdy guys who probably had never even seen under a girl's skirt before. She did 
hear that Bobby was dating Emma (see "The boys are caught peeping"), but she 
doubted that Emma would let him look under her skirt. Emma was not that kind of 
girl. Yes, this would be a tremendous thrill for all of them, including herself. 
Her heart was fluttering at the thought of what she was about to do.

She smiled with mounting excitement as she purchased a coffee and went over to 
sit down at a small table that was across from them. 'I can't believe I'm going 
to do this!' she thought, grinning ear to ear at her private thoughts and 
naughty plans. She placed the coffee, purse, and books on the table, turned her 
back to the three boys, and then bent all the way over, keeping her legs as 
straight as possible, pretending to be redoing the clasps of her Mary Janes.

She knew that she was giving them a very extra special show. Her skirt must be 
riding at least half way up her bottom, and bent over like this her panties were 
being pulled very tight along the curves of her fanny, and perhaps even across 
her cunnie. She wondered if you could get a good camel toe from this angle. She 
found herself hoping that she was in fact showing the outline of her feminine 
slit. She blushed profusely, in part because her head was so down low close to 
the ground, but obviously for a much different reason as well, yet she also 
grinned with naughty pleasure at her shameless exposure.

The boys were indeed getting a very good, unexpected show. All three mouths 
opened wide with shock as Sally's bottom came into view, and it was a very 
pretty little bottom at that. Sally was a petite girl with a cute little elfish 
fanny, but it didn't look so innocent now, thrust up into the air and encased in 
tight silk, sexy panties. They were pulled tight across her taught apple; in 
fact, they rose up so high that the bottom curves of the white, virgin skin of 
her derriere was being exposed. And, the boys eyes were also treated by the 
small pouch of her femininity poking out between her thighs. Erections quickly 
began to form.

Sally did not stay in this position for too long. She wanted to see the reaction 
she was having. She stood back up, feeling a little light headed with all the 
blood having rushed to her head, and turned around. "Hi boys," she gayly greeted 
them.

They nervously coughed and mumbled replies, not being at all sure whether she 
knew what she had just done, and whether they should acknowledge it.

Sally walked up to Ronald, who was sitting in the middle of the couch. "Do you 
like my new skirt, Ronnie?" she innocently asked, drawing their attention to it 
by smoothing the fabric with her hands.

"Uh, yea, sure, Sally," Ronald cautiously replied.

"It's not really new. I used to wear this when I was a little girl. I liked it 
ever so much. I just had to wear it to classes today." She lifted up the hem on 
the sides with each of her hands, like she was going to curtsy. "Do you think it 
looks pretty on me?"

She had not lifted it up so high as to expose her panties, but plenty of white 
soft curved thigh came into view, and the pose was itself quite provocative. 
They all nodded affirmatively. "Yea, I think you look really cool in it," Ronald 
spoke up.

'Really cool' wasn't the way she would describe it, or frankly the boys if they 
were being honest, but she could tell by their shocked and nervous expressions 
that she really had them going. "Don't you like the fabric, Ronnie? Here, look 
at the stitching," she said as dropped the sides and lifted up the front to show 
him the stitching that was only evident on the underside. She of course knew 
though that their eyes would not go to the stitching, but would instead be fixed 
tightly on the front of her panties.

She was smiling broadly, as if she was very happy about her skirt, but she was 
instead grinning about the fact that she was now standing in front of three 
innocent boys, showing them her sexy undies, and it was the front part, where 
her little cunnie mound was. She could feel the excitement coursing through her 
veins. Her heart was pounding as she looked at their eyes feasting on the sight 
of her cunnie, or at least all that they could see through her panties, which 
was frankly quite a bit. Sally's panties were quite sheer, and this close up one 
could make out a hazy view of what did appear to be feminine lips.

"Ronnie!" she said, in a mock scolding. "I don't think you're looking at the 
stitching at all, are you."

"Uh, no, yes, I mean, yes, I was."

"Now don't you be a liar as well as a pervie, Ron. You're looking at my panties, 
aren't you."

Ronald wasn't at all sure what he should say. The natural response would be 
denial. No boy should really admit to a girl that he was looking at her undies, 
particularly when she seemed to be so offended by it. On the other hand, Sally 
was not lowering her skirt. "Well, maybe, just a bit. I mean, they're kind of 
pretty too."

Sally smiled at the compliment, raised her skirt even higher and looked down at 
her panties as well. "You really think so, Ronnie? I hadn't really thought about 
that, although I did think that they would go well with my skirt. They're kind 
of both the same color, you know."

Bobby shifted in his seat, trying to get a more comfortable position for his 
hardening cock. He even used his hand to adjust its position in his slacks, 
figuring that nobody would notice, as it was clear where all eyes were now 
focused. "Yea, they look really good on you, Sally." Another rather understated 
compliment, but he didn't want to scare her away saying how so darn hot she 
looked, showing them her sheer, sexy panties.

Continuing to hold up the skirt with her left hand, she used her right hand to 
feel, to caress, the fabric of her panties. "It's real silk, you know, Ronnie. 
It's like so soft and smooth, and everything."

The boys watched with tremendous delight, and envy, as her fingers traced little 
circles across the silk, slowly making their way to the little blue cup between 
her thighs.




Sally had to touch herself. She was feeling so excited, so aroused. She just had 
to do it. She slowly brought her fingers to her cunnie and, in full view of the 
three boys, softly felt and caressed her mound, exploring the silk slope with 
the tips of her fingers, bringing them even to her girlish slit. She could feel 
her moisture working its way through the silk. She wondered if the boys could in 
fact see her wetness. That might be a bit too embarrassing, too naughty, but 
then, maybe not. She drew her fingers right along the full length of her 
crevice, following along from the lowest point up to the button of her clit, on 
which she stopped to more forcefully press and rub. She was gasping with 
excitement, with lust, as she played with herself right in front of the guys.

Who were now sporting quite prominent erections, wondering if perhaps they 
should, or could, play with themselves as well. However, to do so might be 
easily noticed by others within the coffee room. Sally was at least facing only 
them, although anyone looking back at them might wonder what that girl was doing 
with her skirt raised up. No, they really couldn't touch themselves so openly, 
so boldly. Imagine being thrown out of Starbucks for masturbating. No, no, they 
couldn't do that.

Chris, however, did shift an open book into his slap and tried to 
surreptitiously place his hand on his cock beneath the book. This did not, 
however, go unnoticed by Sally. In fact, the sight of Chris starting to play 
with himself snapped her out of her reverie. This was perhaps going a bit too 
far. She pulled her own hand away and let go of her skirt, letting the curtain 
go down on her little show. "Well, um, I better be going boys," she suddenly and 
inexplicably exclaimed. "It was really nice seeing you, Ronnie," she said.

Ronald was still rather dumbstruck. "It was nice seeing you, Sally," he said, 
with considerable honesty.

"I really do have to go," she said, as she turned around to fetch her coffee, 
books, and purse and quickly dash out of the coffee room. She did in fact feel a 
strong urge to pee, which she wondered might in fact be in large part her own 
sexual arousal and the wetness within her panties. She was in any case feeling 
quite confused and flustered. She had never imagined that she would ever do 
anything like that, but with each step of exposure the next step didn't seem to 
be that bad. Yet, she now realized what she had in fact done. She had openly 
played with herself, her skirt upraised, right in front of three boys. That was 
a terribly naughty, perhaps even dangerous, thing to do. But, it had been so 
much fun, so exciting. She couldn't deny how excited, how aroused, she felt.

She made a dash for the women's room.

She got into a private stall, quickly pulled down her panties, and sat down to 
pee and think. And, perhaps to do more.

As she wiped off the pee from her cunnie, she could still feel her excited 
state. Her heart was going a mile a minute. She considered masturbating herself 
to orgasm within the stall. She certainly did feel an urge to do that. Her 
button was so inflamed, her cunnie leaking so much moisture. She had never felt 
this excited before.

She had to do more. This was just too much fun. She kicked her panties off of 
her ankles and stuffed them into her purse.

She returned to the coffee room, intent on raising the stakes even higher.

But, much to her dismay, the boys were gone. "Pooh!" she exclaimed with 
considerable disappointment and frustration. She was planning on doing so much 
more with them. Perhaps even sneaking some squeezes of their erect willies. She 
had fantasied about sitting on their laps, letting them put their hands under 
her skirt, letting them touch her naked cunnie as she played with their willies, 
perhaps even making them cum in their pants. That would have been terribly fun, 
getting them so excited that they blew their stuff into their own underwear, and 
then having to go clean themselves up. She smiled to herself as she thought 
about that.

But, nothing like that was going to happen. They had apparently also left soon 
after she had. She figured that perhaps they had taken off to take care of 
themselves, just as she had felt the urge. That brought back a smile to her 
face, realizing that they were probably, right now, pounding on their hard 
penises at the memory of her lifting up her skirt. Yes, they had to be doing 
that, and that did make her feel better.

'Oh well,' she thought.

As she proceeded down the hallway she wondered if perhaps she should risk 
another trek across the promenade. That would be taking this to a much higher 
level: letting her skirt fly up when she wasn't even wearing any panties at all! 
Blood ran to her face as she imagined doing that. Wow. No girl had probably ever 
done that before. Her heart was pounding just at the thought of doing it. Her 
legs even felt a bit weak, a bit wobbly.

And then, her notepad fell from her hand. She was carrying quite a bit of stuff: 
the notepad, books, purse, and now coffee. That would have been very difficult 
to handle, along with the wind blowing her skirt. She smiled to herself at the 
thought of possibly even just letting the wind do its stuff, pretending to not 
even notice the fact that her skirt was flying, pretending that perhaps she had 
just forgotten to wear panties that day and didn't know that she was showing 
everybody her stuff.

With all this distraction in her mind she did not realize that she probably 
shouldn't bend over to pick up her notepad. She was now, this time 
unintentionally, providing quite a good show to everyone behind her. In fact, a 
really, really good show of her naked, white fanny, the curves of her cunnie 
mound pushing out in between her soft thighs, and her delicate, feminine slit 
that was glistening in the morning light with wet girlish dew.

"Sally Andrews!"

"What?!" Sally yelped. She looked behind her. There, standing in the hallway, 
was Miss Harding, along with Mr. Peters, and they, or at least she, looked very 
upset. Mr. Peters was actually smiling, the dirty old man. "Sally Andrews, what 
on earth are you doing?"

"Excuse me, Miss Harding?" she innocently replied, now getting down on a knee to 
pick up her notepad.

Miss Harding walked up to her, took her by the arm, and raised her up. "Don't 
play innocent with me, little girl. I can't imagine what you were thinking, 
coming to class today without wearing any panties and in such a short skirt, 
besides."

Her little fun didn't seem so fun anymore. She wondered if she was in fact in 
considerable trouble. It was actually against the law to expose yourself in 
public. Fears of being arrested and going to jail swept over her. "I'm sorry, 
Miss Harding," she sincerely exclaimed.

"I don't imagine so, Sally, but I will teach you to be sorry. If you want to 
show your little white fanny to everyone, then let's do just that." She took her 
books and coffee from her hands and laid them on the floor.

"What?!" Sally exclaimed, in confusion and fright, as Miss Harding turned her 
around so that her backside faced Mr. Peters and everyone else down the hall. 
She pushed down on her shoulder to force her to bend over from the waist, and 
then she lifted up her skirt so everyone could see her little pale derriere and 
even whiter cunnie mound.

If Miss Harding was so upset at her exposing herself, why was she now make her 
do just that, and even more so. But, the answer quickly came when she felt the 
slap of Miss Harding's hand on her naked, exposed fanny. "Yikes!" she yelped as 
she felt the sting of the teacher's hand.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Heads immediately turned at the sound of the public spanking, and jaws dropped 
at the sight of the pretty young coed bent over at the waist, skirt tossed over 
her back, and the little white bottom being subjected to a lengthy and loud 
smacking, the virginal whiteness slowly taking on a pink hue.

Blow after blow rained down upon the cute little derriere. "Miss Harding! 
Please! I'm so sorry!" she repeatedly yelled, imploring Miss Harding to please 
show some mercy, some forgiveness, but Miss Harding would not be denied. "Not in 
front of everyone, please, not like this, this is so embarrassing."

"I would certainly hope so, young lady," she sternly replied.

Sally's legs were dancing and jumping, and her bottom was wiggling and 
squirming, trying to escape from the steady rain of spanks. Her efforts to 
escape were to no avail, and they in fact just increased the pleasure of the 
growing audience with her exhibitionistic display, as she was occasionally 
providing quite a number of good peeks at her deliciously little cunnie, itself 
seeming to prancing about between her thighs. It was such a delectably 
attractive mound, graced with such a tender slit.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh, yes, now we are embarrassed, are we? Isn't this precisely what you wanted? 
Having everybody see your precious little private parts?"

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Please stop! No! Wait!"

No, this is not precisely what she wanted. This was pretty much very different. 
It wasn't so much the embarrassment of what she was showing everyone, it was 
just the way she was being treated, like she was just a little girl getting a 
public spanking. This had in fact once happened to her when she was a girl, 
dressed in this very skirt. Apparently, the full range of her experiences with 
this skirt were being recalled.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yeeeoowww!" she squealed as her bottom continued to be punished, but that did 
not deter Miss Harding.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Quite a few boys had gathered around, as Sally was putting on quite a show. A 
few of them, those directly behind her, were even entertained by occasionally 
peeks at her red little rose bud, which provided a nice little flower against 
the background of her reddened cheeks.

Miss Harding finally stopped and pulled Sally back up straight, her skirt 
falling back down over her bottom. Most of the audience quickly scattered. They 
were uncertain whether Miss Harding might turn her wrath on them, accusing them 
of obtaining voyeuristic pleasure at the expense of the disciplined girl. They 
knew Miss Harding could be quite the disciplinarian (see "Miss Harding teaches 
the boys a lesson"). A few, however, bravely stuck around, hoping that perhaps 
the show was not quite finished.

Sally stood meekly before Miss Harding, her eyes a bit misty. She was clearly 
feeling very chastened and remorseful. "I'm so sorry, Miss Harding. I promise I 
won't do it again. I do, I do promise. I won't do it again." It's embarrassing 
to be so contrite, so repentant, in front of your classmates, but she really 
didn't have any choice, unless she wanted the spanking to resume.

Miss Harding kept hold of her arm as she continued to lecture her. "Well, I 
imagine not. You were being a very naughty girl, Sally. I am sorry for having to 
spank you in front of everyone, but I believe it was for your own good."

"Oh yes, Miss Harding, I understand. I know I deserved a spanking." Her face 
reddened at such an admission in front of so many boys.

"Yes, well, I think you should go home right now and put on a pair of panties."

"Oh yes, absolutely, Miss Harding." She could have told Miss Harding that she 
did in fact already have a pair of panties in her purse, but they were far from 
regulation panties, and she wasn't about to get into trouble for that as well.

Miss Harding let go of her arm. "Yes, well, I have to attend a meeting with Mr. 
Peters now, otherwise we would speak some more about this, but I will let you go 
for now. And, while you're at home, I think it would be best to get into another 
skirt."

Sally's hands went to her bottom, which stung so terribly much. "Oh, thank you 
so much, Miss Harding. I will go home right away. Thank you, ma'am."

"Alright then, that's a good girl." Miss Harding turned and left. She was now in 
a bit of hurry herself. She was feeling quite enthusiastic about her meeting 
with Mr. Peters. Mr. Peters was the primary disciplinarian of the college and 
she considering consulting with him about this episode, perhaps even 
demonstrating the experience with him with the aid of his pillory, as she had so 
much previously enjoyed (see "The pillory").

Sally picked up her books, purse, and coffee, being careful this time to crouch 
down, with knees bent, and took off in the other direction.

"Wait, wait," Ronald called.

Sally turned around. It was Ronnie. He hadn't left after all. Her face flushed 
with embarrassment as their eyes met.

"Oh no, Ronald, you didn't just see that, did you?"

Ronald considered denying it. It was clear that she was embarrassed about it. 
But, he doubted that she would believe him if he lied. His voiced lowered as he 
confessed, "Yea, yea, I did."

Sally so much wanted to cover her face with her hands, but with all that she was 
holding she was unable to hide her shame. It is one thing to willfully display 
yourself to someone, it is something entirely different to be forced to do so 
against your will, and in such an infantile manner. She looked down and away 
from Ron. "Oh Ronnie, I'm so embarrassed."

Ron gently laid his hand on her arm. "Oh no, Sally, please, don't feel that way. 
You don't need to be embarrassed."

Sally looked into his eyes. "Ronald, I was spanked in front of everyone! On my 
bare bottom!" She quickly looked around to see if there was anyone else around 
that she recognized. Who else had witness this humiliation? Those who had 
remained behind now turned away and walked off, feeling rather self-conscious 
about their own voyeurism. Sally didn't recognize any of their faces. That did 
help; at least somewhat.

Ronald tried to reassure her. "Most everybody has been spanked before, Sally." 
He really didn't know if that was actually true, but it did seem like a nice 
thing to say.

"Yea, but not in public and not at my age."

He didn't have a compelling rejoinder to that. "Here, come on, let's get away 
from here."

He didn't have to provide that suggestion twice. Sally didn't want to stay there 
a second longer. They moved around the corner, down the stairs toward the 
lounges, and found a relatively secluded alcove where there were some leather 
benches, cushioned chairs, and couches. Ronald sat down on one of the couches.

Sally wanted to sit down beside him but, frankly, her bottom was still stinging. 
It would just be too uncomfortable. She instead climbed onto the couch to his 
right and sat down on her knees, which allowed her bottom to remain off the 
cushion.

Ronald asked, sympathetically, "Does it hurt, Sally?"

"Oh yes, so terribly much." She spoked very quietly, not wanting anyone sitting 
in the chairs or benches to hear. "I don't think I have ever been spanked so 
hard before."

Ron could see the discomfort in her face, as her teeth were clenched, eyes were 
squinting, and her brow was so furrowed. "I wish I could do something to help, 
Sally."

Sally bent over to place her coffee down on the floor. Ron gently placed his 
hand on her back to help steady her. As she leaned over, her skirt rose up, and 
he could see how red her bottom had become. It seemed even redder now than 
before, as if the blood was still flowing in to try to help ease the pain. The 
only part that wasn't so red was down into the crack, that sweet white crack 
splitting such a soft plush round apple bottom.

"Wow," he whispered, "It is really red, Sally."

"Ronnie!" she complained. She was now regretting her decision to wear such a 
short skirt. "You shouldn't look at it."

That was kind of an odd remark, he thought. After all, just a few minutes ago 
she had raised up her skirt to show him her cunnie. Although, at that time, she 
did have on her panties. He wondered for a moment what did in fact happen to her 
panties. "Sorry, Sally. It just kind of popped into view."

After carefully placing her coffee on the floor, Sally laid her books on the 
couch, to her right. She then sat back on her haunches. "Oh, that's okay, 
Ronnie. It's really my fault for wearing such a short skirt." Sally's thoughts 
were in fact consumed by the stinging. She briefly brought her hand back to try 
to rub her bottom. That did always help when she was spanked as a little girl. 
But, it would just be too noticeable to those sitting near them and, in fact, 
she would have to lift up her skit if she wanted to really sooth her bottom. She 
quickly pulled her hand back. "Oh my, it just stings so bad."

Ronald saw what she had wanted to do. He hesitated, knowing that this was a very 
risky step. But, he just couldn't sit back and ignore her discomfort and pain. 
He moved even closer beside her and slid his right hand along the cushions of 
the couch, under her skirt, and up her skirt to gently rest his hand on the 
smooth, round, soft, warm skin of her derriere.

"Ronnie!" Sally squealed, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock. She had never 
had a boy place his bare hand on her butt before. It was rather shocking, 
indeed.

Sally's squeal turned the heads of everyone sitting near them. Ronald froze his 
hand against Sally's bottom. Moving it away now would only reveal where it was. 
If he kept his hand still they really couldn't see where it was placed. His arm 
was well hid by his and Sally's bodies, and he didn't actually have to lift up 
her skit to get under it.

Sally, however, was quite self-conscious over the fact that everyone was now 
looking at them, obviously wondering what the squeal was all about. Of course, 
she was even more self-conscious over the fact that Ronnie had his hand on her 
bare bottom, but she certainly didn't want everyone around them to know about 
it. Thinking fast, she turned her head to Ronald and said, almost as loudly, "I 
never said anything like that! You know me better than that."

Ronald was at first confused by this nonsensical remark but he recovered quickly 
and replied, "Yeah, yeah, I know, you're right, I'm sorry," as his hand began to 
softly caress her smooth, soft skin.

Sally said in a more normal tone of voice, "Well, okay, it's okay. I'm sorry I 
got mad," her eyes widening at him, looking rather consternated as she felt his 
hand move across her naked derriere. She said more softly, "Ronnie, what do you 
think you're doing."

"Doesn't this help? My mother used to rub my bottom after I got a spanking." 
Actually, she was still doing that (see "Ron gets a lesson from his mother"), 
but he knew it was best not to tell her that.

"Well, yes, it does." She had to admit that it did actually feel rather nice. 
The soft, caressing touch of his hand was very soothing. She could feel the 
stinging slowly but surely dissipating.

Ron smiled. "It feels nice for me too." It was indeed a very cute little bottom, 
and one which brought considerable pleasure to fondle, caress, and explore. 
There is something so delicately delicious about a tender sweet behind in your 
hand, exploring those candy-coated curves, flirting with that inviting crack 
that hid such luscious treasures.

Sally sighed with relief and pleasure as she felt Ron's masculine, yet tender 
and affectionate hand sooth her behind. Her father had never done this when she 
was spanked as a little girl, and now she so wished he had, although frankly 
that would probably have been inappropriate, as Ron's caresses were as sexual as 
they were nursing. The stinging was being replaced with a warmth that was not 
within the cheeks of her bottom.

Sally turned her face toward Ron, feeling a little discomfitted, confused, about 
the fact that he was so openly fondling her bare bottom. She could feel her face 
getting as warm as he cunnie. "Now, don't you take advantage of this Ronald," 
she playfully scolded him.

"How could I do anything like that," he assertively declared, as the tips of his 
fingers momentarily slid down the length of the crack of her bottom.




"Just like that!" she exclaimed, giving him a mock look of annoyance and a 
little wiggle of protest with her behind. More seriously, she whispered, 
"Ronnie, now be careful. I don't want anybody to see what you're doing," which 
was also clearly indicating that she wanted him to continue.

"You didn't mind showing yourself off earlier today."

"That was different," she argued.

"It was different, but maybe this is even better?"

Sally could feel her heart pattering with excitement at the feel of Ronald's 
hand fondling her derriere, right in front of people talking and studying, 
apparently completely unaware that she had her bottom fully exposed under her 
skirt and a boy's hand was softly caressing it. The stinging had now gone, 
replaced with just a warm glow, matched only by a gradually increasing warmth 
building between her thighs. 

Ronald as well could feel his cock swelling as he enjoyed the feel of her sweet 
little bubble butt. He recalled how cute it was when she was bent over in the 
hall, dancing away like a little puppet's bottom trying to escape the smacking 
hand of Miss Harding, her puppeteer. And now he basked in the delight of slowly 
but thoroughly exploring its innocent curves and valleys. She leaned against him 
as he explored her tushy, allowing even more protection from being caught, as 
well as better access.

"Ronnie, you're being a very bad boy."

"You think maybe I should be spanked?"

Sally lifted her chin in defiant pride and said, "Maybe you should. If Miss 
Harding caught you doing that, you would be in big trouble." The mention of Miss 
Harding aroused a realistic apprehension, but actually further excitement as 
well. Sally had a vivid, concrete, reminder for knowing, feeling, how risky and 
dangerous this was, and so therefore it was even more thrilling and exciting. 

Ronald slid his fingers down into her crack, gripped her left cheek and gave her 
bottom a little squeeze. "You heard her. She has a meeting with Mr. Peters. 
She'll probably be gone a full hour and even when she is done with Mr. Peters 
there is no reason to expect her to come back here."

Sally's heart was pounding with the danger, the fun, of what they were doing. 
She felt entirely at his mercy. He had complete access to her private stuff and 
could do just about anything with her, and all she could do was just sit there 
and let him do it, right in front of everyone, perhaps even right in front of 
Miss Harding, if she came back. She knew she shouldn't let a boy do such things 
to her. No boy in fact done such things to her. She could, of course, just 
leave, but what fun would there be in that. Besides, there was something very 
titillating, very arousing, about feeling like you were at the mercy of some 
boy, making you let him do things to you.

"Yip!" she squeaked as she felt Ronnie's fingers slide past her big crack to 
sweep down her bottom and rest on an even more personal, feminine, crack.

"Sally, are you alright?" It was Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was Sally's English 
professor.

Sally froze in panic. She was sitting back on her haunches, with Ronnie's hand 
up her skirt, and his finger now on the lips of her cunnie. She knew that there 
was no way she should let a boy do that. They weren't even on a date or anything 
and he had his finger right on her cunnie lips and Mr. Johnson was standing 
right there! Frankly, if Mr. Johnson wasn't there she would have pushed him 
away, or at least probably would have, or maybe would have, but she knew if she 
did now they would get caught.

Ronald froze as well. He knew full well that if he tried to withdraw his hand 
that would only draw the attention of Mr. Johnson. If he kept his arm still, it 
was quite possible, maybe even likely, that he would never notice it. From Mr. 
Johnson's perspective, it just looked like he had it resting against the back of 
the couch, or at worst might be around Sally's waist. There was nothing wrong 
with that. But, Ron didn't think that Mr. Johnson could even see that. No, if he 
just kept it still, it will be fine. If he pulled it away, Mr. Johnson might 
then notice what was going on.

"Oh, yes, hello Mr. Johnson!" She hoped that he had not noticed the panic in her 
eyes. She tried to gather herself, to appear as if nothing at all was going on, 
although you often appeared most guilty when you actually tried to appear 
innocent.

Mr. Johnson repeated his question. "Are you okay, dear?"

Sally smiled. "Oh, yes sir. Really, it was just a hiccup. I just had a hiccup. 
I'm fine, really." "Well, good. Gosh, it just startled me. I was just about to 
sit down to read the paper here and I thought maybe you had swallowed something 
funny or, something. You looked a little upset."

Sally laughed. "I know, I know. I get these weird hiccups sometimes, and they 
can even startle myself. OH!" she exclaimed, as she felt the mischievous finger 
of Ronnie lightly caress her lips. "Goodness, yes, my, my, there it goes again."

"Perhaps you should have a sip of your coffee. Drinking something often helps 
with the hiccups."

It was a reasonable suggestion, but Sally knew that if she leaned down to pick 
up the coffee, Mr. Johnson would very easily see Ronnie's hand under skirt and, 
even worse, her skirt would ride up to reveal her naked fanny. "No, no, I'm 
fine, really. Don't worry about it."

"Well, alright then. Take care, Sally," he said, as he stepped back to sit down 
in the easy chair across from them to enjoy his own morning coffee.

"Thank you, sir, nice to see you, Mr. Johnson" Sally replied.

Once Mr. Johnson's attention was focused on his paper, Sally turned to Ron and 
gave him a glare. It wasn't clear if this was a mock or a real glare. She 
whispered to him, "What is the matter with you!"

"I didn't know he was there."

She put her own hand on his thigh and gave him a painful squeeze to let him know 
she was truly upset. "Well, alright, but then to finger me while he was talking 
to me!"

"I wasn't doing anything. It just got tired and I wanted to move it."

She cocked her head and gave him a look that indicated that she was not buying 
that bit of malarkey. "Yea, right."

Ronnie noticed though that she did not demand, nor even ask, that he remove his 
finger. She apparently was not that upset. He tested the waters by lightly 
wiggling his finger back and forth across her watering lips.

"Ronnie," she whispered, first looking over at Mr. Johnson and then back at him. 
"Now stop that. I mean it."

She could easily stop it by just getting up. She didn't.

He whispered back, "Sally, you probably should be more quiet."

He was right about that. Their whispering might at some point be overheard. 
Sally looked around the alcove. Everybody did appear to be entirely unaware of 
them. Some of them were reading. Mr. Johnson was engrossed in his newspaper. 
Others were talking to each other. Sally smiled as she felt Ronnie's finger 
slide up and down her slit. "Hmmm," she softly moaned, for a moment her eyes 
half closing.

Ronnie continued to slide his finger up and down her crevice, at times feeling 
around a bit, poking his finger every so slightly in between her lips, but never 
very far at all. And, then, returning to just a tender exploration of her 
femininity. He did tend to linger on her little bud, giving it a bit more 
attention, and being a bit harder in how he explored its hardening.

Sally let her head hang down. She knew her face was getting quite flushed. She 
wasn't at all sure if it was a self-conscious embarrassment at being fingered 
liked this by Ronnie, or it was simply and fundamentally her sexual arousal. In 
any case, she felt like he was really taking quite of bit liberty with her. 'My 
goodness, I hardly know him. We have never even dated, and I'm letting him 
finger me!' And, besides, she was letting him do it to her in such a public 
place. However, she also knew that was precisely why she was letting him do it. 
She would never have let him do it if it was their first date, in the privacy of 
a car. She would never let a guy finger her on the first date. Actually, she had 
never even let a guy finger her at all! The fact that this naturally developed 
out of her exhibitionistic play was why she was tolerating it. No, she wasn't 
just tolerating it. She was fully enjoying it. She felt so terribly naughty, and 
so terribly excited. She brought her head down so that whatever excitement would 
be noticeable in her face, was more difficult to notice.

Ronnie was fully cognizant of her excitement. When he slid his finger up and 
down her slit he was acutely aware of her moisture, which made his petting and 
caressing all the easier, and all the more pleasurable. He slowly began to work 
his index finger deeper and deeper up into her hole. He was not terribly 
experienced at doing this. It in fact took some time for him to even find it, 
but neither of them were in any particular hurry. The longer it took, the more 
fun and exciting it became.

Sally was now fully surrendered to Ronnie's exploration. She wanted to wiggle 
his finger with her bottom, to encourage him to push it up inside by humping her 
bottom against it. But, she had to resist the temptation. She had to remain 
perfectly still, to remain passively submissive to his finger, and this added an 
additional layer of eroticism. She had to fight the desire, the intensely 
lustful urge, to give her body entirely over to her arousal, yet at the same 
time allow herself to fully experience the mounting, growing pressure to do just 
that.

She imagined sitting on the toilet and having to pee so badly, as if she had 
been drinking soda all day long, but there had never been a bathroom break. She 
had to keep holding it in, and not even let anyone notice by her squirming that 
she had to pee so bad. But, it just kept getting worse and worse, as time just 
kept passing by. Her bladder getting fuller and fuller as she drank more and 
more soda. Yet, she couldn't do anything about it. It was impossible to leave. 
There was no place to pee. She certainly couldn't just pee in her panties. But, 
she just kept drinking more and more soda, while squirming in her seat, ever so 
slightly, she couldn't keep entirely perfectly still. What girl could do that? 
She shifted a bit, trying to find some way to get comfortable, trying to ignore 
the increasingly agonizing pressure to get relief, while at the same time not 
wanting to reveal to anyone around her how terribly uncomfortable she was, how 
she wanted to pee so very badly. Finally, the class was over and she dashed for 
the first restroom she could find, not wanting to waste another second and so 
pulling down her panties even as she was entering the restroom, wondering and 
worrying if she was going to in fact make it there, whether she might actually 
finally lose control before she got to the toilet. She just had to go so, so, so 
bad! She was clenching tightly to hold it in. She even clamped a hand onto her 
exposed pussy as she stumbled to the toilet, her feet getting caught in her 
lowered panties. She exploded into a stall, sat down, gasped, and then, she 
decided to wait, to wait even longer. Yes, she had to go real, real, real bad. 
The intense relief was now at hand. But, there was something so delectably and 
horribly pleasurable about that pressure. She didn't really understand it. 
Perhaps it was the knowledge of how intensely pleasurable the relief would be 
when she finally did let go. She wanted to wait, to enjoy this moment, to sit on 
the cusp of relief. There was something so enjoyable about the pressure itself, 
it felt so urgent, so intense, so exciting. So, she just sat there for awhile, 
knowing that she could now finally pee, but not letting herself do it.

It wasn't quite like that, but it did remind of her of it. Wanting so much to 
give herself over to her lust, but not allowing herself to do it. She had to 
keep still, remain quiet and passive, yet allow her sexual tension, her lustful 
arousal, slowly and continually build as Ronnie worked his fingers all over her 
cunnie, the wetness growing, the arousal building, the desire to squirm, 
whimper, and moan mounting.

Ronnie's fingers were now getting considerably wet, and he made further effort 
to push a finger farther up into her young, tight hole. It wasn't easy, as very 
little had ever entered there before. He would push up a bit, feel as if he 
could go no further, and so just circle, wiggle, and slide his finger around and 
around, feeling her hot, soft, wetness. And, then, after awhile, he would push 
on a bit further.

Sally could feel Ronnie trying to work his finger up her cunnie. She had 
fingered herself quite a number of times before, and at times with the fantasy 
that she was actually doing it in front of someone: perhaps some guy in her 
neighborhood who was peeking through her window, or maybe even in front of one 
of her professors, particularly Mr. Peters. But, this was so much cooler. It 
felt so much better for it to be someone else's finger, to be fingered by a guy, 
and it was even in front of one of her professors, Mr. Johnson. She pushed back 
a little bit with her rump to encourage Ronnie to get up even farther, her eyes 
sneaking a peek at Mr. Johnson to be sure he didn't notice her movement. She 
wanted to feel Ronnie's finger all the way up inside, and she closed her eyes 
and sighed with pleasure as she felt it finally slide all the way up.

Ronnie paused for a moment, his finger now fully sucked up inside the snug, wet, 
hole, enjoying how her cunnie seemed to be so tightly wrapped around every inch 
of his finger, like it was the finger of a slippery wet silk glove. He could 
imagine how good this would feel for his cock. He then slowly began to fuck her 
cunnie with his finger, sliding it out, although never all the way out, only to 
where just the tip of his finger was left inside, and then shoving it back up 
while at the same time circling it around and around, screwing it around and 
around her wet, cramped hole, and then when fully inside, flickering it, like he 
was trying to wiggle something off just the tip of his finger.

Sally gently squeezed Ronnie's leg, just above the knee, letting him know how 
good this felt, how much she was enjoying it. She wanted so much to meet his 
thrusts, but she knew she had to keep still, lest anyone discover what a 
terribly nasty thing they were doing. Imagine if Miss Harding did in fact come 
back, discovering that Ronnie was doing it to her cunnie with his finger! The 
danger made her heart beat harder.

Ronnie knew that he was neglecting her clit. This was one terrible disadvantage 
of having to get to her from behind. If he was doing this from the front, he 
could finger her cunnie hole while at the same time using his thumb on her clit. 
There was no way to do this from behind.

He slid his finger entirely out. A soft moan of complaint escaped Sally's lips. 
She lifted up her head and turned back to Ron, her face awash with a plaintive, 
pleading expression.

Ronnie smiled at her and pushed his thumb up her cunnie.

Sally's eyes closed with gratitude.

He could not go up far with his thumb, but it did have some advantage over his 
finger in being somewhat thicker. Sally had never herself used her thumb to 
"finger" herself. It felt in fact a little odd, but still very, very good. She 
squeezed his thigh with her hand as she felt him work his thumb up into her 
cunnie.

"Splursch."

He paused at the noise. He hadn't thought about that. Sally's face flushed with 
embarrassment, and anxiety. But, nobody looked at them.

He pushed again and once it was firmly lodged, he slowly circled it around and 
around. And, most importantly, with it pushed up as far as it would go, Ronnie 
could now reach her clit as well with his fingers and Sally gasped with approval 
at their first touch on her little hard button, as she liked to call it. 
"Ronnie," she quietly whispered.

Ronnie pressed down firmly on her clit, moist with the juices flowing from her 
pussy, and slowly began to massage it with slow, circular strokes, grinding his 
fingers around and around on her hardness as his thumb circled around and around 
in her tight, wet hole.

Sally squinched her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt Ronnie working on her 
cunnie. She just couldn't remain entirely still. Ronnie could hear her making 
little whimpering moans and squeaks. Ronnie's fingers and thumb just felt so, so 
good. Her heart was now beating terribly fast, her face was getting so flush. 
She wanted so much to match his torturously delicious movements with her own, 
but she held firm. All that she could really do was to clench and squeeze his 
thumb with the muscles of her cunnie, letting him know how much he was driving 
her crazy.

"Sally, what's wrong?"

Sally looked up to see Mr. Johnson looking worriedly at her. He had heard her 
making funny little noises. Her face looked so flush. He could see some 
perspiration on her brow, she seemed to be breathing so rapidly, and the 
expression on her face looked so distressed.

"Oh my! Oh my!" was all that Sally said.

Mr. Johnson put down the paper and approached her. There did appear to be 
something terribly wrong. "Sally, please, what is the matter?"

Ronnie, however, did not stop playing with Sally's cunt. On the contrary, he 
smiled and stepped up the grinding, pressing, and driving of his fingers on and 
thumb in her twitching pussy. Sally gasped, "Oh, no, it's nothing, nothing, Mr. 
Johnson. I think, I just get, um, these anxiety attacks sometimes, it'll stop 
soon. I, uh, I just, have to wait them out."

Mr. Johnson moved around the coffee table and gently placed a hand on her 
shoulder. "You poor thing, do you want to lie down?"

Sally could hardly speak through her mounting excitement. "No, no, in fact, uh, 
it helps, it helps, sir, if I move fast, up and down, like this." Sally began to 
pound her cunt up and down on Ronnie's thumb and hand, grinding her cunt into 
his thumb, openly fucking his hand on the couch.

"Yes, yes, that helps so much." She reached out with her right hand to steady 
herself, grabbing hold of Mr. Johnson's hip, then suddenly feeling a sudden rush 
of adrenaline through her body as her orgasm swept over her. "OH!" she loudly 
exclaimed, her head lifting up, her mouth opening up, her eyes widening with 
shock and excitement.

"Yes! That's it! Yes, yes!" She exclaimed as the waves of pleasure coursed 
through her body. The orgasm was so intense, so powerful. She gripped tightly on 
Ronnie's thumb as her body, her cunt, twitched and spasmed with pleasure. Her 
head dropped down, feeling faint with an orgasmic rapture, her hand tightly 
grasping Mr. Johnson's hip to avoid falling over.

Mr. Johnson's eyes were wide with concern for the girl. He once had a friend who 
suffered from panic attacks, and he knew that once one started it was at times 
best to just ride it out. He could see that it was very disturbing for the girl, 
her body quaking and jerking with the waves of anxiety sweeping her body. But, 
he could also see that she was well familiar herself with these attacks, even 
proclaiming the fact that she could tell that the worst was over.

"Yes, finally, so good, oh yes, thank you!" Sally gasped as the final orgasmic 
spasms swept over her. She leaned forward and rested her head against Mr. 
Johnson, not realizing in her exhausted and spent state of mind that she was 
actually resting her face right in his crotch.

Mr. Johnson gulped with confusion. He felt a bit awkward having Sally's face 
pressing into the crotch of his pants, but he could see that she was thoroughly 
spent from the anxiety attack and she needed a moment to gather herself. He also 
imagined that she might feel a little embarrassed. One of the more difficult 
aspects of panic attacks was simply the humiliation of losing control of oneself 
in public. He suspected that she wanted to hide her face, at least for a moment. 
He placed his hand on her hair and comforted her. "It's okay, Sally. You take a 
moment to recover."




With Mr. Johnson being so clearly distracted, Ronnie took the opportunity to 
carefully slide his own hand out from underneath Sally's dress. "She'll be okay 
in a second, Mr. Johnson. I've been with her before when she gets one of these. 
She just needs to catch her breath."

Sally buried her face deep into the pants of Mr. Johnson. She even moved her 
face around a bit, using his slacks to wipe her perspiration. But, with this 
movement she felt what she was pressing against. 'Oops!' she thought. 'I've got 
my face against Mr. Johnson's penis.' She was feeling so randy, so naughty, that 
she gave him a little peck with her lips.

Mr. Johnson eyes widened with shock when he felt her lips on his penis, and his 
cock instantly began to swell. "Um, yes, well, Sally, are you fine now?" He 
could not imagine that she had actually given him a kiss on his dick 
intentionally. It was probably just a gasping for air, or something, and he 
wanted her to remove her face before she could tell that he was actually 
becoming aroused.

Sally gave one last press of her lips against his hardening cock and then pulled 
away. She looked up at Mr. Johnson with a sweet, innocent smile, a bulge in his 
pants just inches from her large round, pretty eyes. "Oh, thank you, Mr. 
Johnson. I'm all fine now. I'm just a little out of breath." She sat down on her 
haunches. "It's kind of hard isn't it."

"What?" he exclaimed, placing his hands to cover himself up. It was a rather 
awkward thing to do with one's hands, but better to look funny than to look 
excited.

"Having an anxiety attack. It's kind of hard sometimes."

"Yes, well, I'm just glad you're better now. Um, listen, I need to myself get 
moving. Can't be late for my own class."

"Oh yes, certainly sir. See you tomorrow though, okay?"

"Oh yes, yes, certainly, Sally," Mr. Johnson nervously replied, as he quickly 
extricated himself from around the cover table, grabbed his newspaper and used 
it to hide himself as he dashed off.

Sally turned to Ronnie, a big grin on her face. "Did you see it?"

"See what?" Ronnie asked.

"His thing, silly, his thing. It got all hard in his pants."

"What?"

"I kissed it."

"Sally!"

"I bet your thing is hard too," she gaily asserted, noticing that Ronnie had his 
math book covering his crotch. He surely must have become excited himself while 
playing with her.

And, he certainly had. He lifted up the book, but kept it open and resting on 
his lap to keep himself still hidden from anybody sitting or standing in front 
of him. He did not though mind showing it to Sally. On the contrary, he was 
quite glad that she wanted to see it.

"Oh my," she exclaimed. Ronnie did not have a large cock, but what he did have 
was clearly straining to break out of his slacks. She could even see the 
roundness of the head of his cock pushing hard against his loose trousers. 
Ronnie was clearly wearing his boxers today as there was little tightness of his 
dress to help keep his erection held down. "Ronnie, you have a woodie, don't 
you, and goodness gracious, it's so big."

"Yea, well, thanks," he proudly and gratefully replied. This was actually the 
first time a girl had ever complimented him about his cock. He did have quite a 
bit of sexual experience but unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on your 
perspective, it was with women much older than himself (e.g., see "Miss Harding 
teaches the boys a lesson") and one of them was quite biased when it came to his 
physical attributes (see "Ron gets a lesson from his mother").

"Is it okay if I touch it?" Sally asked.

Ron looked around. As soon as Mr. Johnson had left, everybody else sitting in 
the alcove had returned to their own books or conversations. Nobody seemed to be 
paying much attention to them. But, it did seem kind of risky to actually have 
Sally reach into his crotch.

Sally, though, had a plan. She shifted her position so that she was sitting down 
on the couch in the more usual fashion, being careful to pull down her skirt as 
far as it would go, which wasn't too far. A couple of the boys in the alcove 
were stealing glances at her thighs. She was indeed wearing a very, very short 
skirt, and they knew that at some point she would likely show off her panties. 
"Ronnie, what about that problem, there? Do you know how to solve that one?" She 
leaned against his shoulder and pretending to be pointing to one of the problems 
on the page, when in fact she was grabbing hold of his erection through his 
pants. "Oh my, Ronnie, that is a real hard one," she mischievously exclaimed, 
and quite loudly so that everyone would hear it. She squeezed hard on the 
straining bulb in his pants. This was the first time she touched a boy there. It 
wasn't that she hadn't had prior opportunities, but she had always been so 
anxious and fearful of doing so. It was much more playful and innocent now. "Do 
you really think I can handle it?" She released her grip, but continued to 
lightly trace it's hard, firm outline, lightly dancing her fingers along its 
length or firmly scratching its hardness with her fingernails. "Maybe if I get a 
closer look."

Ron's eyes widened as she bent her face down into his lap, ostensibly to look 
closely at the problem, but instead wrapping her lips around the round bulb of 
his bulging cock head.

She couldn't believe it. She actually had her lips around a hard penis. She 
wasn't actually blowing him of course, as this was through his pants. It was 
just a pretend blow job. They were just playing. And besides, she knew that her 
girl friends, Julie in particular, have given guys blow jobs. It wasn't such a 
real, bad terrible thing to do, was it?

All of the boys' eyes turned with her movement, but they weren't looking at her 
head. They were instead looking at her thighs, as her skirt lifted up with her 
shifting position, and their eyes widened as the soft, white lips of her cunnie, 
split by the delicate slit, came into view.

"Sally!" Ronnie responded, both at the feel of her lips and the sight of her 
skirt rising up.

"Oops!" Sally exclaimed as she felt her skirt rise up. She quickly sat back up 
straight and pulled her skirt back down. Her face flushed as she noticed the 
eyes, and even some smiles, on the guys stealing a quick peek. She hadn't minded 
showing off her cunnie on purpose to a guy, but it was rather embarrassing to 
have it happen by accident. She realized that these guys must be wondering why 
she wasn't wearing any panties and her face got even redder. "C'mon Ronnie, 
let's go."

Ron, however, didn't want to go, at least not yet. Contrary to Sally, his secret 
was well hidden but only if he stayed sitting down. He whispered back, "Sally, I 
can't go walking around like this."

Sally appreciated his problem, perhaps more than he imagined. She was getting in 
the mood to play again, but this time with him. "C'mon Ronnie, it could be fun!"

"What are you talking about?"

She smiled coquettishly at him and whispered, "If you walk down to the other end 
of the hall with me, holding my hand and the other holding your book, and to the 
side, not in front of you, I will play with it some more."

"Are you crazy? Everybody will see it."

"No they won't." She knew that was a lie. "And besides, they won't know what it 
is. They couldn't believe you would really do that. They'll just think it's some 
big tool in your pocket." Her choice of words wasn't the best.

"Sally, you really can't be serious."

"Why not? They did it on that MTV show once, you know. They would go into stores 
with a big thing sticking out the front of their pants. It wasn't a real 
erection and you could tell that a lot people either ignored it or didn't really 
think it was real."

Ron had not seen that show, and didn't really know what she was talking about. 
He did know that you would have to be a jackass to do it.

Sally reached over with her left hand and softly felt his hardness behind the 
book. She did this not only to make sure he stayed hard, but also to provide 
some encouragement. "Don't you want me to play with it some more? Don't you like my hand on your big hard penis?"

Her hand did feel so good on him. A boy will do just about anything for a girl 
when she is stroking, handling his cock. He may even do some real jackass 
things.

Sally withdrew her hand from his lap. "It's up to you, Ronnie. The couch, or my 
fingers on your thingie." Ron looked down the hall. There really wasn't a lot of 
people going up and down the hall. If they walked fast it would be over soon, 
and he so much wanted Sally to keep going.

"Alright, let's get this over with." Ron did use his book to hide himself from 
the rest of the persons sitting in the alcove, but once he turned to walk down 
the hall Sally warned him, "If the book is not at your side, my hand is staying 
on my side."

Ron really couldn't believe he was doing this. He dropped his hand with the book 
to his side and bravely strode forward, trying to ignore the fact, and hoping 
everybody else would as well, that his cock was jutting out the front of his 
pants like a tent pole.

Sally looked down at it and giggled.

"Don't look at it, Sally! You'll just draw more attention to it."

"But it looks so big and manly," she giggled. She did though turn her head to 
look straight ahead, a big smile on her face. It didn't really need any help to 
draw attention to itself. It was so blatantly obvious. He might as well hung a 
flag on the end. As they walked down the hall, a lot of eyes turned and widened 
as they passed by. They really weren't sure what they were seeing. There was no 
way this guy would just walk down a hallway with a big boner jutting out his 
pants. They could understand being so aroused with a girlfriend as cute as 
Sally, particularly when she wearing such a short skirt. But, if it really was 
an erection, wouldn't she have noticed it and have been offended, and quite 
justifiably so?

Ron was mortified. He could tell that most everybody was noticing his hard-on. 
Some of them even pointed, whispered, and laughed. Even if they didn't know that 
it really was an erection, the fact that it looked so terribly much like an 
erection poking out his pants was still pretty darn humiliating. Well, at least 
this wouldn't last long, and there really wasn't that many people. Ron stared 
straight ahead, avoiding all eye contact, a steely expression on his face, and 
keeping his eyes on the end of the hall, which approached closer and closer with 
every step, but seeming to approach so terribly slowly, like in a bad dream when 
you are trying to run away but the hallway keeps receding in front of you.

"Sally! Hello, what's up with you!" He was just about at the end when Sally's 
friends arrived.

It was Julie and Lisa, two of Sally's closest friends. They just rounded the 
corner at the end of the hall.

"Oh, hi, hi Julie, Lisa. Wow, good to see you. Hey, do you know Ronnie?"

It didn't take long for Julie and Lisa to notice the very prominent bulge in 
Ron's pants, but they really weren't sure, at first, how to react. They reached 
out with their hands to shake his.

Ron let go of Sally's hand to greet her friends. He said awkwardly as he shook 
their hands, "No, no, we've never met. Hello, yes, it's good to meet you."

Julie was the first to acknowledge the elephant in the room. She considered 
making the old joke about having a gun in his pocket or being real glad to see 
her, but she opted for a more considerate, polite remark. "Well, Ronnie, I 
really have to say, do you realize you have something really big in your pocket 
there?"

Sally feigned shock and outrage at Ron's state. "Ronald Theale! How could you, 
how so very embarrassing! Can't you control yourself, and right in front of my 
two bestest of friends!"

Julie and Lisa couldn't help but laugh as they saw Ron's flustered expression 
and Sally's outraged embarrassment.

"What? Hey, c'mon!" Ronnie protested, clearly not appreciating the fact that 
Sally was pretending that she had absolutely nothing to do with this. He quickly 
covered his embarrassment. "Seriously now, yes, you should cover that thing up. 
How long has that been out there?" The three of them circled around Ron, his 
back to the wall, effectively hiding him from any further view or attention.

Ron was grateful for being allowed to cover himself up but he wasn't about to 
take the full blame for this. "You know this was all your idea, Sally. Don't you 
pretend otherwise."

Sally had no real intention of denying her responsibility. On the contrary, she 
was rather pleased with herself, and looked forward to having her friends see 
what she in fact made Ronnie do. They had often teased her about being so 
inexperienced. She bet they had never done anything like this before! "I know, 
that's true." She turned to her friends. "I told Ronnie that if he walked down 
the hall with a boner I would touch it for him."

Julie and Lisa's reactions were as expected. They both smiled at the thought of 
making a guy do something like that. Julie was in fact herself quite experienced 
with guys, having already gone all the way. However, neither of them could 
imagine Sally ever doing something like this. They knew that she was relatively 
inexperienced, to say the least. "Wow, Sally," Julie exclaimed, "I'm impressed."

Lisa added, "So, has he been a good boy?"

Ronnie found it a little demeaning to be talked about like this, as if he was in 
fact a little boy. He didn't like it one bit, but he knew that he would go a lot 
further than this to have a girl like Sally play with his erect cock.

"Oh yes," Sally replied. "He walked all the way down the hall, never trying to 
hide it once. He was putting on a pretty good show. I was very proud of him."

"Well," Julie said, smiling mischievously, "I guess Ronnie has been a good boy." 
She reached out, pulled Ron's hand away, and lightly stroked her finger around 
and around the round bulb that was poking through his slacks.

Ron flinched at the touch and Lisa glanced around, double checking to see that 
nobody could see into their little circle tightly surrounding Ronnie. Sally was 
to the right of the erection, Julie directly in front, and Lisa to the left. 
Nobody could really see in between them.

Julie continued, "You wouldn't mind, Ronnie, perhaps giving us a little peek?"

"What?! Right here, now? In the hallway?"

"We promise we won't look long. We have to go to class soon and we just want to 
have a quick peek." She continued to lightly play with the head of his dick, so 
clearly straining to push through his boxers and slacks. "Goodness gracious, 
Sally, I mean, he looks so awfully big and strong." Sally wasn't entirely sure 
if she wanted to share Ronnie with her friends, 

Lisa joined in. "Oh yes, Ronnie, I've never see a boy's hard thing before." That 
was actually a lie. She was just being flirtatious. Lisa had never gone all the 
way, but she had certainly given a couple of guys hand jobs and had even given 
Billy Johnson a blow job, but neither Julie nor Sally knew about that, at least 
she didn't think they knew.

Sally really didn't like the idea of Julie touching Ronnie's hard penis. She was 
feeling a little possessive about it. As far as she was concerned, this was her 
penis and if Julie wanted to play with one she should really find her own. In 
fact, it was clear that Julie had touched quite a few of them before. She really 
should let Sally have this one. But, Julie had always been this way. It was like 
when they were little kids. Julie would have pretty much all the dolls but she 
would still want the one Sally was playing with. "Girls, I don't know. I think 
it's too risky."

Ron was surprised that Sally had come to his defense. He was himself terribly 
ambivalent about this. On the one hand, he really, really didn't want to get 
caught in the hallway of the Student Center with a boner sticking out of his 
pants. It was bad enough walking down the hall with one clearly poking out from 
his pants. Now actually exposing himself in public? What if his parents found 
out? On the other hand, Julie's finger was awfully hard to resist, and what guy 
wouldn't want to have three girls admire his erect cock. Lisa said that she 
hadn't even seen one before! What boy doesn't want to be the first one for a 
girl to see.

Julie had not been lying when she said that they had to go to class soon and so 
didn't wait for Ron to make up his mind. She grasped the zipper of his slacks 
and quickly pulled it down and reached inside.

"Julie!" gasped Sally.

Ron backed up against the wall, bracing himself as Julie fumbled around inside 
his fly. His heart was pounding madly as he couldn't belief this was happening. 
Julie actually had her hand inside his pants. He was himself looking up and down 
the hall, scanning to see if there was any indication that anyone could tell 
what she was doing, trying to himself maintain a straight face but having 
considerable difficulty due to the fear of being detected, as well as the 
arousal being experienced.

Julie probably could have pulled him out quickly, as his boxers were pretty 
loose and she soon found the opening. However, she somehow managed to take her time, as if she was in fact having some difficulty finding her way about. She 
kind of liked feeling him up inside his pants. She could see both the panic and 
arousal in his eyes, and she enjoyed being the daring one of the three. She 
could see the big grin on Lisa's face and the shock in Sally's as she handled 
and fondled Ronnie's hard-on through his loose cotton underwear.

Ron protested her effort, her intention, but he didn't walk away. He grasped her 
wrist with his hand but didn't actually pull her out of his pants. He instead 
enjoyed the feel of her fingers through his boxers, groping his hard dick. He 
was in fact somewhat frustrated with the difficulty she was apparently having. 
He considered pulling it out himself. The sooner he got it out, the sooner it 
would be over. However, if this did all go wrong he did at least want to be able 
to say that he wasn't the one who pulled it out.

And then he felt the touch of her fingers directly on his hard cock. There was 
no better feeling than that, a girl's feminine fingers on the naked skin of your 
hard dick. She had found her way inside her boxers and was firmly grasping his 
shaft. He looked into her eyes.

She was smiling with her success, and with her power over him. She knew she had 
him, almost literally, by the balls, or at least a good close second to having 
him by the balls. She had him by his cock, and he did seem to be close to 
squirming as she fondled his dick within his boxers as if she did in fact have 
him by the balls.

She grinned more broadly as she shoved her hand down deeper into his pants to 
actually, truly, have him by the balls.

"Julie!" Ron protested as he felt her fingers reach his testicles. There wasn't 
a lot to grip, as they were pulled in rather closely due to his level of 
arousal. He reflexively pushed up against the wall, trying to escape her 
fingers.

Julie did not though grasp his balls. She didn't really want to hurt him, or 
risk, too severely, a cry of alarm or pain from him that would draw attention to 
their tight little circle. She instead just lightly danced her fingers along his 
wrinkled, soft, tender sack.

Ron, however, did grip more firmly on her wrist. It wasn't that she was hurting 
him. On the contrary, she was actually tickling him. "Julie, please, please, 
c'mon, that tickles."

Julie quickly relented. She did not in fact want to stay there long. To reach 
his balls she had straighten her arm and reached down in a manner that might 
attract someone's curiosity. In any case, she had a more important prize in 
mind. She pulled back and once again, got a firm grip on the shaft of his dick, 
and with one quick pull, yanked him free of his boxers and pants.

The eyes of Lisa and Sally opened in shock and wonder at the sight of the stiff 
naked cock jutting out from Ronnie's pants. It was not a hugely impressive 
sight, at least to Julie This was the smallest one she had seen, so far. But, it 
did look rather remarkable, or at least incongruous, sticking out from his 
pants, right in the hallway of the Student Center.




It was difficult for Julie and Lisa to control themselves. They wanted to burst 
out laughing. Here was Ronnie Theale, exposing his boner to them right in 
public. Students were walking right by them. If not for their own bodies forming 
a tight circle around Ron, anyone walking by would have to see his naked woodie 
sticking out of his pants. They knew that there was no way he would get over 
this if they just suddenly walked away, leaving him to stand there with his 
hard, naked boner all exposed. They just stood there awhile, dumbstruck over the 
fact that a naked guy's cock was sticking out in all its glory right there in 
the hallway. Lisa was very nervous about getting caught, but she could feel a 
little warmth developing between her thighs and her nipples stiffening up, as 
she gazed at the sight of this hard, stiff dick, with its purplish swollen head.

Sally was more impressed with it than Julie, perhaps though because it was her 
toy, her doll, her penis, and her very first one. The first one always looks so 
big. "Wow," Sally exclaimed, "that's real cool, Ronnie." She particularly liked 
how the hard shaft was topped by such a bulbous purplish crown. It looked like 
some sort of battering ram. "Can I touch it?"

It was an odd question, as she had quite assertively touched it before. However, 
she was feeling more ambivalent, more uncertain now that it would be right on 
his naked skin. It appeared considerably more bold, more commanding, in its 
naked presence.

Ron was himself quite ambivalent, to say the least. It was tremendously 
pleasurable to have three girls staring wide eyed at your naked cock, at least 
one of whom wanting to play with it. However, his pleasurable excitement was 
more than offset by his nervous excitement over getting caught exposing himself 
in general public. He whispered, "Yea, Sally, sure, but let's make this quick."

Sally reached out and at first just touched the tip with the tips of a couple of 
fingers. "It's kind of soft at the end, isn't it?"

"Haven't you ever touched one before?" Julie asked. She wasn't trying to be mean 
to Sally, but it was difficult not to at least tease her a bit. Julie and Lisa 
could see the fascination in Sally's eyes. They were themselves more amused than 
fascinated. 

"Shut up," Sally responded. She grasped the shaft tightly with her hand and 
suppressed any further acknowledgment of her wonder at its sight and feel.

The feel of a girlish hand gripping his cock felt so good to Ronnie, but he knew 
that he needed to control himself if he was not to get caught. He slid up closer 
to her, to provide more cover, as well as simply to get closer. He also thrust 
out his hips a bit to encourage her further. Sally slowly stroked her hand up 
and down the shaft. "Is this how you like it, Ronnie?"

Ronnie would like it any way she would want to do it. He nodded his approval.

Julie's and Lisa's feelings turned from amusement to shock as they watched Sally 
jack Ronnie off right in the hallway, with people walking by behind them. Julie 
had only intended to just let it out for awhile, a few seconds at most, just 
enough time to get a quick peek and embarrass Ronnie. She had no intention of 
actually playing with it. "Sally," Julie warned, "Be careful. You know, like, 
there are people all around here." She glanced over her shoulder, worried that 
they might have already been caught.

Sally though was having way too much fun. She liked terribly much the feel of 
the hard cock in her hand. She never imagined how much fun it would be to feel 
one. Warmth was returning to her thighs. And, besides, it was the risk of 
getting caught, of doing it in public, that made it all the more fun and 
exciting. "Nobody can see it, Julie. And, don't you think it looks so much 
happier outdoors?"

Lisa spoke up. "We're indoors, Sally. Right in a public hallway. Now, put it 
away before we get caught." Lisa was also glancing around, worried that she 
would get into trouble even though she hadn't actually yet done anything at all 
with Ronnie.

Sally gave Ron a very coquettish frown. "You don't want me to put him back, do 
you, Ronnie?"

He certainly did not. His level of arousal had now overwhelmed his anxiety. He 
wasn't thinking about the crowds walking by, Mr. Johnson coming back, or even 
Miss Harding coming back. He was thinking how much fun it would be to explode in 
Sally's hand, as Sally had exploded on his finger. He wanted to just let it go, 
knowing that it would shoot out straight and splash all over Julie's skirt and 
sweater.

Julie, however, could see the likely end result as well, and she would have none 
of that. Besides, it was indeed true that they were now running quite late for 
class, having been understandably distracted. "Have it any way you want, Sally, 
but we have to get going. C'mon Lisa, let's go." She then took Lisa by the arm 
and pulled her away.

Lisa needed no encouragement, as she was getting more and more nervous about 
getting into trouble. "Sure, yea, sorry Sally, we really do gotta go."

"Guys!" Sally squealed, as she realized that they were just pulling away, 
letting Ronnie's hard cock, gripped in her hand, come into full view of anyone 
and everyone walking about. She quickly let go.

Ron, just as quickly, shifted his book in front of his crotch, providing 
emergency cover.

Julie and Lisa only giggled at their predicament or, more accurately, Ronnie's 
predicament.

This time Ron didn't glance around. He just looked with annoyance at Julie and 
Lisa for what they had almost, or in fact, had done. Ron didn't look around in 
part because, frankly, he didn't want to know if someone had in fact seen his 
erect cock. If someone had, he would prefer that they would just walk away and 
forget about it. Catching their eye would only provide a public confirmation 
that he was exposing himself, and if he ever saw that person again he would feel 
terribly guilty and ashamed.

Ron though didn't actually look too terribly suspicious. A guy leaning against 
the wall could be carrying his books with arms relaxed, stretched out in front 
of him, the books then lying against his crotch. But, Julie and Lisa knew full 
what the book was hiding. Julie smiled at Ron as she walked off. "It was really 
good seeing you, Sally, and, of course, Ronnie," the double entendre not going 
unnoticed by any one of them.

Sally had been taken by surprise by their sudden departure but, unlike Ron, she 
wasn't annoyed. She was smiling along with them, enjoying immensely the very 
awkward situation in which Ron was placed. "C'mon, Ronnie," she said, taking 
hold of his arm, "let's go sit down over there," pointing to another 
semi-private alcove of the Student Center.

That was fine with Ron. It was terribly awkward to walk with his hard cock 
outside of his pants, hidden only by a book pressed firmly against his crotch. 
However, he knew that he really couldn't get it back inside right there in the 
hallway. He would have much more privacy within the benches, couches, and seats 
of the alcove.

He followed along, somewhat clumsily, as Sally pulled his arm. Hoping against 
hope that nobody he knew would come upon them in the few seconds it took to get 
to the empty couch. What if Chris and Bobby returned?

When he sat down he quickly but carefully shifted the book so that it was, once 
again, open in front of him. It now provided very good cover as the couch was 
against the wall and the open binder effectively hid the erection from the front 
and from both sides.

The sight of his naked hard penis towering across the page of math formulae was 
rather incongruous and very striking. Sally leaned against Ron's shoulder. While 
holding down her skirt with her right hand, she gently laid her left hand across 
his hardness. "I can't quite figure out how to do this one, Ronnie," she said, 
pretending to be tracing along the page of figures when she was in fact tracing 
her fingers along his hard shaft.

"Just keep working it, Sally," he suggested. He added, "It'll eventually come, 
to you."

Sally glanced at him, smiling at his joke. "I sure hope so." She ran her fingers 
around and around the soft head. She really liked playing with that part. It was 
so smooth, so purplish, so sexy.

A bit of precum leaked out. "Oh my, I think I'm getting it now." She gently 
worked the moisture along his crown, making it all the more shiny and slippery.

Ron was staring hard at his hardness. A part of him wanted to just lean his head 
back and enjoy her titillating fondling, but he knew that would be highly 
suspicious to anyone looking over at them. She was trying to keep her shoulder 
and elbow still as she played with his cock, not revealing any tell-tale 
movements with her arm, but she wasn't entirely successful and he knew that it 
was largely up to him to keep secret their little game.

Sally added, "I wonder if it needs a more forceful approach." She got a firm 
grip on his shaft and began to stroke her fist up and down its length. 
"Sometimes with tough, hard, big problems like this you really have to grab hold 
of them." Ron was not circumcised and they both enjoyed the sight of his crown 
sliding in and out of the hooding of his foreskin. 

Ron could feel the sensation building with his loins. It wouldn't be much 
longer. He was frankly surprised that he had lasted this long. He had been 
sporting a hard-on for quite some time this morning. Besides, he wanted to cum 
quickly, as the sooner he did the less likely they would be caught. However, 
Sally's hard stroking and the precum were becoming a bit noisy. He wished they 
had chosen a spot where a radio was playing, or there was at least some noise, 
other than the sound of a hand sliding up and down a cock, with slippery moist 
foreskin slipping on and off the engorged head.

Sally was herself getting quite excited. She had never seen a guy shoot his load 
before. She knew what was going to happen but to actually see it for the first 
time was going to be really cool.

She felt an impulse to bring her right hand into the action, but she knew that 
would risk her skirt rising up, plus it would look awfully suspicious. What 
would be the explanation for both her fists to be rising and falling in the 
boy's lap. However, she didn't think it was so easy to beat him off this way, 
using her left hand while keeping her arm still. She was, after all, 
right-handed, and her inexperience didn't help. Although, she was not herself in 
a terrible hurry. She liked the feel of its hardness in her hand, the 
realization that she was pleasuring him so intensely to the point that he would 
in fact lose control and spray all over the place.

'Oh my,' she thought. 'What if he really did shoot all over the place? Would he 
actually clear the top part of the book? Of course he would!'

"Ronnie," she asked, "Do you think the answer will be a bit messy?"

Ron knew what was about to happen. He could feel himself getting close, real 
close. It was a feeling that was so very nice, so very intense, that he just 
wanted to revel in it, luxuriate in it, relish it. He intended to either capture 
his spunk with his book or, at worse, with his own hand. He wanted to cum so 
bad. He gasped, "I think you're real close, Sally, just a bit more work and 
it'll all come out."

That was what she was now worried about.

"Oh yes, I think you've got it," he exclaimed, feeling his balls tighten up and 
a surging within his loins.

Sally had to think fast, and move even faster. "Let me get a closer look," she 
said as she pulled tight on her skirt to keep it down and laid her face right 
down in his lap, opening her mouth as soon as it cleared the book to swallow the 
head of his cock 

She got there just in time to be greeted by a thick wad of gooey cum that 
splatted against the room of her mouth. She stuck her tongue up to wipe it off 
but was then met with another shot that coated the bottom of her tongue. A boy 
was actually squirting his load into her mouth. She couldn't be happier. In 
fact, it was so prurient, perhaps even obscene, that she was inspired. She had 
an even more wicked thought.

Just as quickly as she had put her head down into Ron's lap she pulled it away, 
squealing loudly, "Ronnie, not in my mouth!" as another shot of gism chased 
after her departing face, connecting with her cheek before she could fully 
escape.

She added, "Oh my goodness, you bad, bad boy! Look at what you're doing," as she pulled away his book.

"Sally!" Ron loudly exclaimed, with as much apparent appalling surprise as 
Sally's pretending. "What?!" he protested as he quickly covered his twitching, 
spurting dick with has hands, but not before everybody within the alcove, and a 
couple of persons walking by, were treated to the sight of a boy openly 
ejaculating in the Student Center and then desperately trying to hide his 
obscene display with his hands.

Shock and outrage could hardly describe their reaction to the atrocious, 
disgusting sight. They hardly knew what to say. They said nothing. They were 
just dumfounded, stupefied. What could you say?

Ron was perhaps equally shocked, and was certainly mortified. His body was awash 
with the overwhelming, captivating pleasure of his orgasm, but his mind was 
absorbed with the panic, the mortification, of the moment. Before he finished 
cumming he leaped to his feet, his legs wobbly, his dick squirting, and he 
grabbed his book and dashed off, heading as fast as he could to the bathroom, 
his legs weak, his thoughts, his mind, confused with both extreme rapturous, 
orgasmic pleasure and intense fear.

Sally took off after him, although taking her time as she headed around the 
corner and down the hall toward the restroom.

She could feel the wad of cum dripping down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe 
it off. She concentrated instead on exploring the texture and the taste of the 
cum within her mouth. She found that she liked it. Besides, if Ronnie could walk 
down the hall with his stiffie, she supposed that she could do as well with his 
mark, his tattoo, on her cheek. In fact, as she looked at her reflection in a 
display case, she thought it looked kind of cute.

She waited patiently for Ron while he was in the bathroom. He was cleaning off 
any signs of his "accident," and worrying about getting into trouble. He didn't 
want to stay there long. Perhaps one of the witnesses had already contacted 
campus security. This was bad. This was really bad.

When he left the restroom he was surprised to see Sally waiting for him. He was 
at first a bit upset; actually, really quite a bit upset. But, it wasn't too 
long before Sally settled him down. How do you remain angry at a pretty girl 
when she is still wearing your cum on her cheek. She even convinced him to go 
off to the mall. She had a few ideas of what to do next.

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