The next morning, I find Cynthia in class, along with 3 of her friends. I nod politely at them, without issuing a greeting. The girl’s squeal in response, and Cynthia stands up and follows me to my desk.

“Hey, lover.” She says.

“How are you?” I sit down

“Good.” She sits ontop of me, turning, so she’s facing me entirely, her back against my desk and her legs around me. “How are you?” She asks me.

“Good.” I clear my throat.

“Looks like someone is excited to see me.” Cynthia whispers, grinding against me.

“Uhm..this is..uh..maybe you shouldn’t sit like that.” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

“Why?” She presses against me.

“Cynthia.” I whisper again, then stand up, carrying her in my arms. She laughs seductively, as I put her down.

“How about we go over my house this after school?” She asks, toying with her hair.

“We will discuss it.” I reply

She doesn’t reply, instead she pulls me towards her and kisses me passionately, her lips taste so soft. She pulls back after a few minutes, my hands are hanging to her waist.

“You should fix that.” She points to the bulge in my pants, as she models away.

I quickly slip on my seat, I can’t have anyone seeing me like this. I throw my head on my hands and sigh heavily, thinking to what Cynthia has just done. My eyes flicker towards her, and I catch her staring at me. She smiles and turns to her friends, engaging in some coversation, which I’m sure is about me.