POV: Jake
The classroom was a monotonous sea of desks, fluorescent lights, and Mr. Thompson’s droning lecture on the Industrial Revolution. I sat near the back, half-listening, half-doodling in my notebook. The air was warm, thick with the scent of old textbooks and faint sweat.  

Then, something shifted.  

A faint brush against my thigh sent a jolt through me. I froze, glancing down to see Lily, my girlfriend, crouched under the desk like a predator. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her brown eyes gleaming with mischief. She pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” she whispered, her voice sultry. “Don’t say a word.”  

Before I could react, her slender fingers undid my belt, tugging my pants down just enough to free my hardening cock. The cool air contrasted sharply with the heat of her hand as she wrapped her fingers around me, giving a slow, teasing stroke.  

I bit my lip, trying to focus on Mr. Thompson’s lecture. But it was impossible. Lily’s touch was electric, her fingers tracing the veins of my shaft, her thumb brushing the sensitive tip. I gripped the desk, knuckles white, trying to hold back a moan.  

“Do you like that, baby?” she purred, her breath hot against my ear. Her hand tightened slightly, her rhythm maddeningly perfect.  

I nodded, jaw clenched. Lily smirked, clearly enjoying my struggle. Her free hand trailed up my thigh, nails lightly scratching my skin. I shuddered, my body trembling as she drove me wild.  

The classroom faded into the background, the world narrowing to the space under the desk. “Let me hear you,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.  

But I couldn’t. The risk of getting caught only heightened the thrill. Lily giggled softly, her hand never stopping. “If you get us caught,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, “I’ll have to punish you later.”  

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me. I gasped quietly as she brought me closer to the edge. Her hand moved faster, her eyes locked on mine, pushing me to my limit.  

Just as I was about to tip over, she stopped.  

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a sultry promise. She crawled out from under the desk and slid into the seat beside me, casually flipping open her notebook.  

“Pay attention, baby,” she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence.  

I stared at her, my mind reeling. She scribbled something in her notebook and slid it over to me: “Meet me in the bathroom after class.”  

My heart raced. When the bell rang, I bolted for the door, Lily close behind. She pulled me into the girls’ bathroom, her lips crashing into mine the moment the door clicked shut.  

“Now, where were we?” she whispered, her hands tugging at my clothes.  

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Lily had me right where she wanted me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.