"Gather around" the teacher said, wanting to demonstrate something he couldn't do on the blackboard. I knew what it meant. We all huddled together around the thingamajig he wanted to show us and this girl in my class would be standing too close to me...
The first indication was usually either her heavy breathing or her heavy breasts squishing into my back and arms. She was much taller than me so I always ended up in front of her. She sometimes held me there by putting her big soft hands on my shoulders too.
The teacher would be saying something but I would have no idea what he was saying. I would nod blissfully and dumbly. The girl's breathing filled my ears, and the feeling of her breasts was everything I wanted to learn right then and there.
The girl herself would get bored and restless. Sometimes she leaned on me, sometimes she would rub her nipples up and down off my back and arms, as if she was scratching an itch and she would make a faint grunting noise. By the end of the lesson, my head would be swimming and mushy and I hadn't learned a thing
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