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Just a Little Pee

By: XXNoraJeanXX



I stopped suddenly and brought you to a halt beside me. You look at me knowingly with a quirk of a grin lifting your lips. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" 

I look at you and glance around. You know very well what the matter is, and we both know it. I glance around again and lick my lips a bit nervously. You had been plying me with delicious cold lemonade all day. They had been so refreshing that I had gladly drank down glass after glass. "I have to pee!" I whisper exaggeratedly.

However, only the whisper was exaggerated. My need to go pee that had been just an annoying urge, was now an overly full bladder. I looked around again. We were in the middle of a park with no washrooms in sight. I realize immediately that this had been your intention all along. I look back at you and sure enough you are full on smiling now. 

"This isn't a joke! I really need to pee!" I lick my lips and search in vain for even an outhouse. We have been in this park many times and I know very well there is no washrooms of any form. There are a few people in the park in the distance. Some walking hand in hand like we had been doing. Others walking their dogs. Of course some joggers with earphones in their ears. 

"I suppose you don't feel you can hold it until we get home?" You ask tauntingly. I don't look at you, but I shake my head side to side. I am trying to think of a plan. 

Turns out I need not waste my efforts since you take my hand more firmly and begin to lead me off toward the trees. Each step is slightly excruciating as my full bladder bounces. You lead me into the trees a little ways. It feels sheltered. We had had sex many times in such areas. Close enough to others to be naughty, but hidden enough to be discreet. 

You stop in a small clearing where there is actually a patch of soft grass. "You can go pee here." 

I hold my nose up indignantly. You love when I am a bit haughty, and we both know it. "I have jeans on." I gestured to my stone washed jeans that hug my hips and ass perfectly. I look at you expectantly, as if you could suddenly make a full washroom complete with soap and hot water magically appear. 

"Take them off." It sounds simple enough. 

"I have no way to clean myself..." I pause. "After." My voice rings with annoyance. As if I am too good for the patch of grass you have brought me too. 

"Let me handle that. Be a good girl and take your jeans and panties off." The command is soft, but a command nonetheless. 

I shoot you a cross look, but comply, actually rather hastily since I am almost certain I am about to pee my pants. I chuck off the jeans and toss them over some bushes; my panties quickly follow. I stand in front of you naked from the waist down. You lick your lips like predator. Your eyes trail down my body. I feel my clit twitch in response, but my mind is already racing. How do I do this without getting a lot of pee on myself? 

"If you hold my hands I guess I can squat." I say. My eyes round when you shake your head no. "Then what?" I ask. 

"On your hands and knees. Spread your knees as much as possible and then kind of squat a little. The ground will quickly absorb your pee." 

My jaw drops at your instructions, but there is no time to complain. I really need to pee and don't want it trickling down my legs. I get down into the position you have instructed, with my bum facing you. I feel a little slutty, and actually more than a little turned on. I glance over my shoulder to see you watching me intently. "Are you going to watch?" 

"You bet I am." 

I have no time to even pretend to care and slowly begin to release my pee. It falls between my legs to the grass beneath me. However, I suddenly staunch the flow in shock as your tongue slides over my tight little back entrance. I look back over my shoulder. You are on your hands and knees behind me now. In my urgent need to pee I hadn't even heard you move. 

"Keep peeing." You instruct . 

"I can't!" I protest. 

"Yes you can. Be a good little slut and keep peeing." 

My bladder is still quite full. I force myself to relax and sure enough the pee begins to flow again, but your tongue also returns to my asshole. Finally, after what feels like forever the pee stops and my bladder contracts several times after being emptied. I actually groan with relief and pleasure. 

"Okay, so how do I clean myself now?" 

You don't answer with words, but instead stand up and then lift me up as well. Pressing your body close to my back you bodily walk me to a tree. You press me to the tree and have me bend a little bringing my feet back from the tree. You tell me to spread my legs nice and wide. I know I look like a whore. 

Quickly you are on your knees again and sliding your tongue up my thigh capturing small trickles of pee. I can see where this is going and my stomach flutters with excitement. You catch all the little droplets and then move your mouth to my wet pussy. You thoroughly lick me there, and I know I am more than clean. 

Soon, I am panting and moaning. My breathing is heavy and fast. Your tongue is working rapidly over my swollen sensitive clit. I know I am going to cum. I push down onto your face as my nails clutch into the bark of the tree. A low keening moan escapes from me as my body, so tightly coiled, releases and sweeps me up in an incredible climax that leaves me feeling both weak and breathless. 

When I turn, you are standing. I have to use the tree to support myself, but you hold me as well. "That..was...incredible." I mumble. 

"I thought you were too good to pee in the woods?" You taunt. 

"I am." I say in my most princess like tone. "I want to pleasure you." I look up at your sexy hooded eyes. I can see your need for release as well, but you shake your head. 

"Not yet." You tell me. 

We pull ourselves together and I put back on my panties and jeans. My knees feel a bit wobbly. Hand in hand we return to the path in the park and walk a ways more. Finally we come to another thicket of trees and brush. You stop and I look at you. 

"I have to go." You explain. We both smile and head for the trees. 

Once in the privacy of the trees you tell me to take off my jeans and panties. "Why? I don't need to pee again." 

"Be a good girl and do as you are told." You growl sexily as you tug off your pants and boxers. I decide to do as I am told. 

I watch you as you look around. Finally seeing something of interest you take my hand and lead me to a large rock. You sit me on it and spread my legs nice and wide. I am soaked there with pussy juice. You fingers me a little and then place those fingers into my mouth. Sucking my own essence from your fingers I look up at you. 

You straighten your stance and take your mostly soft, but still long, cock in hand and aim in between my legs. My eyes round. You're not going to? You wouldn't? Sure enough, a hot stream of your pee shoots from your cock and directly between my legs. Who said men couldn't aim? I feel your hot pee running down over my pussy and down the rock I am sitting on. The jet like stream hits my clit and I gasp at the pleasure of it. When you stop I look up at you with big eyes. I had liked it. We can both see that. 

"Clean me." You say. 

I move off the rock and we step a few feet away to some soft ground. I kneel down, not caring about the wetness between my legs. I take your cock in my mouth and suck it softly. I can taste your urine and I decide I don't mind it at all. Then, much to my shock you release just a very little bit of pee into my mouth. My eyes round in surprise. You look at me intently. I can almost read your mind. What will she do now? 

Feeling bold, I take my mouth off your cock without spilling any of the pee in my mouth. Looking you in the eye I swallow it. I stand and you take my face in your strong hands and we kiss. We share the salty taste of ourselves. We both delight in our naughtiness. 

Just a Little Peek



This story is based in part on a real experience (at least parts that occurred inside the student center). It may not seem believable, but much of it did in fact occur. I hope you enjoy it!

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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.




Just a Little Peek



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 a Little Peek



"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."




Just a Little Peek



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.




Just a Little Peek



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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