Sandy felt her lower regions quiver. She banished the thought. She was dating Kyle, and Kyle, well... he was ok. He was lanky, smart, funny, and he played in a great band. Sandy had been dating him for about half a month and was supposed to hang out with him tonight. His mother wasn't going to be home, and the unspoken agreement was that she would give herself to him.
The bell rang
Sandy nervously book her books a way as she felt her moist lips brush against her panties. She had almost made it to the door when John came bounding over from his seat in the back of the class.
"Do ya got a minute?", he said flashing his trademark smile.
"Well, I have to get to AP Euro, but I think I can spare a minute.", laughed Sandy.
Sandy muffled the laugh nervously. Why did she always laugh in situations like this? As if she wasn't a dork already.
"You're really good at this calculus studd, huh?" asked John without break stride.
"I mean, I'm ok at it." Sandy was trying to sound detached and cool and it wasn't happening.
"Well, I'm not. Mr. Johnson is going to fail me if I don't pass the test on Monday and I don't want to spend the summer after senior year in summer school. Anyway, I was wondering if you might, you know, help me study a little tonight.
Sandy felt lightheaded.
"Yeah, sure".