Sexy nerd made me cum in class

There was this girl in my class, let’s call her Anna. She was extremely smart—the sassy kind that’d hit you with sarcasm, just because she knows she’s better than you. She wasn’t mean, rather she remains to this day, one of the most cheery people I know. I always thought she was really cute, and I loved the way she smiled. The best way I can describe her, for a lack of better words, is as a foxy-nerd. She wore the most sexiest pair of glasses and had bangs. She was kinda short, maybe 5’5 or ‘6, and skinny. She had smaller tits and ass than many would like, but I loved how she looked. Every time I was around her, all I could think of was ripping off the sports bra that she always wore under her clothes (the outline made it pretty clear) and suckling on her soft nipples. 

I never expected anything to happen between us, except friendly academic rivalry in classes. Out of the blue one day, my friends started telling me that they caught Anna staring at me countless times. I started paying more attention and I too noticed her looking at me throughout our classes together. I didn’t believe anything, even when Anna’s “bestie” came and told me that she thinks Anna likes me, I disregarded it. I always thought, and still do, that she was miles out of my league. She could have anyone, any boy, hell, any girl. It definitely wasn’t going to be me, right?

Half-way through our senior year, our seating arrangement was shuffled and I ended up sitting right next to Anna. I thought I got lucky getting to sit next to the girl I had a crush on, but as I’d come to realise later, this was deliberately orchestrated by Anna and her friends. We hit it off, and started talking and flirting more and more, laughing and giggling throughout classes. We’d sit close together, thighs brushing and hands touching. I don’t think my dick was ever not erect for the entire duration that I sat next to her. 

One day, she seemed more peppy and zealous than normal. She was extra touchy and took every opportunity to run her hands on me. The erection was uncomfortable in my jeans but it felt so damn good. I think she noticed me trying to adjust in my seat, and she started running her foot up my calf. We fooled around playfully before, but she’d never done something so intimate. It felt like my dick grew an extra inch. She slowly moved her foot upwards, closer and closer to my crotch, with unwavering attention to what the professor was speaking. Hell, she was taking notes too while I was struggling and squirming.

She stopped midway, and I thought this was it, I had my moment with her. But before I could think anymore, I felt her small hand touch my bulge from over my jeans. I almost jumped from my seat and she turned and looked directly into my eyes. I felt like I’d cum right that moment staring into her eyes. I wanted to pull her close, rip off her clothes and fuck her right there. The thought lasted only briefly as she started rubbing my dick faster, with methodical precision. My head was sensitive and hurt from rubbing against the fabric, but there was no way I was stopping her. She must have rubbed me for just under a minute before I felt waves of orgasm washing over me, and I exploded in my jeans.

As the ecstasy wore down I was soon hit with embarrassment. I lasted less than a minute with her just touching me from over my pants. My heart began racing, more than it did when she was rubbing me and I felt like I could die from shame. That’s when she took her hand away from the wet spot on my jeans and took it closer to her face. I stared as she not so inconspicuously sniffed her fingers and smiled. My head was pounding thinking what all this meant. I’m pretty sure others on our table could tell what was happening, but I didn’t care. I just got jerked off by the cute girl that I liked. Sorta.

I don’t know why, but I ignored her for the rest of the class, and refused to make eye contact. I awkwardly rushed out of class as soon as the bell rang, covering my wet spot with books. As I fumbled around near my locker, I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. I turned around, to face Anna standing an inch away from me with a wide smile on her face. I instantly grew red. 

“Hey!”, she said in her usual cheery voice. All I could manage was a weak “Hi”. How was she so normal? Did she not just make me cum in my jeans? We started walking past the parking area, with her excitedly talking about something from class. I was too lost to listen. Suddenly she came close to my ear and whispered in what i can only describe as a sultry ‘make love to me right now’ voice, “What’s that on your jeans?”. I realised that while distracted, I had put down the books that were covering the mess she had made on my jeans. My dick shot up once again and I heard it telling me to just kiss her. So I did. I pushed her against one of the cars, both of our stuffs falling to the floor. I pinned her hands above her head and looked into her hungry eyes staring at me. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t push back either. I realised she was completely out of control, that I held all the power over her. I moved in closer to her, our lips almost brushing but I didn’t kiss her. I could feel how desperate she was. Her hips squirmed, and my dick rubbed against her crotch and she let out a soft moan. I finally let her kiss me and we hungrily made out. I left her hands, and held her face as out tongues played with each others. She wrapped her arms around me. I slowly moved my hands down tracing the curves of her belly and waist. She reached down and stopped my hand just before I could touch her pussy. 

Suddenly, we heard the beep of a car door unlocking near us. Panicked, we moved away, gathered our stuff and went our separate ways without even a proper goodbye. Had we been caught, we’d be in some serious trouble for sure.
As I walked home with a raging erection, all I could think of was her slim and sexy body so close to mine, and her lips on mine. But why did she stop me from touching her? I was confused. Horny as fuck, but confused too.

To be continued.

PS. This is my first time posting here so I hope it is received well. Everything above is what I could recollect my high school days. The only liberty I took is with the dialogues. I obviously did not mention actual names or revealing details, mainly because I’m from India, where sex is far from not being considered a taboo, especially for teens.