Classroom Collaboration

[first story in possible series. all characters are over the age of sixteen]Mr. Anderson's senior biology was one of the most boring classes in our small town school. Always late to class, even the late stragglers that get to their lockers after the late bell, always manage to make it to their seats before he makes it into the room. As the bell rang, I just happened to realize I was just one of those kind of people.The room was one of the larger ones, filled with all kinds of table, but the more popular ones were the long black ones in the back. They made it easy for the kids to text their friends in other classrooms, or make classroom time their personal enjoyment. Of course, I never dreamed of the uses that the room would be brought to today.I took my seat, not really bothering to get my things out of my backpack. It was still pretty early in the morning, and I would have rather slept than sit through another class. Instead, I took to searching through my phone for anyone etimesgut escort that could possibly entertain me, when I friend sat next to me.Alisson had been one of my best friends for years. She was one of those girls that like to hide her insane beauty beneath those old knit hats, and clothes that weren't entirely flattering. But after spending a summer with her family at the shore, I had seen a far sexier side of her, and was more than happy to admit that I had a crush on her.I instantly perked up when she sat down. She gave me a quick sidelong smile, from behind those thick blonde curls that always seemed to fall everywhere."Hey." She said. Always a girl of few words, she wasn't the type to talk your ear off. She was almost the perfect girl.Leaning back on my stool, I wait as Mr. Anderson begins the dregs of his speed. Like an old steam engine, it took him a while to warm up, but once he did, he could often go on for hours on the topic, eryaman escort without realizing that he had lost the rest of the class within minutes.Less than halfway through class, I had already nodded off. It was one of those half sleeps, where you still can hear and know what's going on around you, but you're pretty much dead to the world. To me, I was focused entirely on the dream within my head.No need to bore you with the details. Needless to say, it involved a personal stretch of beach, and myself rolling around with Alisson. Next thing I know, we're making out and we're both stark naked. Unfortunately just before it could get to the good part, I feel my cell phone vibrating in my pocket.Somehow it was enough to shock me out of my dream, as I reached for it and pulled it out. One new text.Curiosity peaked, I checked it out, scrolling through old messages, until I found one that made my mouth drop."Good dream?" It asked. The message was sincan escort from Alisson.I quickly punched the small buttons and texted her back."Yea, y?"Her answer was slow, but out of the corner of my eye I could see her smile widen."Looks like it was pretty good." Her answer was short, but the look she gave me told me all I needed to hear. Her gaze was locked under the table, where I feared my own friend had just betrayed my dream.Sure enough when I looked down, he was hard as a rock within my jeans. I tried shifting to get him to settle down. I did the old tricks as well, thinking of anything but sex, even some of the nastier thing my imagination could think of. But every time I tried, it quickly went back to the old image of us rolling around in the sand, and the passion I felt burning in me.Twenty minutes later, I was getting worried. My cock was starting to hurt, and the bell would ring in less than fifteen minutes, and as soon as I left the room, I would be faced with every guys dilemma. I tried to hide my discomfort, when I felt my cell vibrate in my pocket again. Unfortunately, the feeling didn't help my situation in the slightest.Pulling it out, before I could even read the text, I felt something brushing against my pants. Looking down, I saw a hand.