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#1

Tags: MtF, Solo, Exhibitionism

“Molly!” Cassidy said to me, poking me with the corner of a paper. She was leaned around her desk, passing the last of the video handouts back. I took the paper and smiled to her, she smiled back. Cass was a pretty girl, and probably my best friend in the world. She was spritely, thin as a twig, with blond hair cut roughly at her neck and bright blue eyes. On her wrist was a simple silver bracelet, with a chain that lead up to connect to a ring around her middle finger, there was a little heart shaped charm along the chain on the back of her hand. All very demure, just like Cassidy.

I looked over the worksheet, just something to keep us busy, and filled it in before totally ignoring the video. The classroom lights turned off and the projector flicked on and began playing the appropriate documentary. The clock read only seven minutes into the ninety minute session. I couldn’t wait to get out and back to the dorms. I had a weekend planned after all. Sound blasted from the speakers and nearly bowled me out of my seat, even from the far back corner of the room.

“Sorry, sorry!” Ms. Whelan said, getting up from her chair and fiddling with the remote until it was back under control. She sat back down to her test grading, in her desk at the head of the classroom.

I sank down into my seat and my mouth hooked into a grin. I shimmied under my desk, hooking my fingers underneath my skirt, writhing covertly until I slipped my panties down to my knees, just above the hem of the plaid uniform skirt. I felt myself getting hot, my nipples hardening and straining against my bra. My eyes slid over Cassidy’s shoulder, her bare neck, and a part of my wanted to tap her and tell her all the things the little slut could do to me. Emma Whelan leaned back at her desk. My cock stiffened as soon as it touched the fabric and felt cool air.

I’ve been transitioning since just before I hit puberty, and I love it. I’ve had waist-length brown hair since I was in kindergarten. There are a few pictures of my as a little kid in a two-piece swimsuit. I went as Rydia for Halloween my last year of grade school After my parents moved, there were now only ten people, maybe, that new I was born Willy (no pun intended). And, okay, I can be a little shameless. My tits have blossomed into natural (ish) C cups the size of nice grapefruits. I’ve got hips that, well they’re very grabbable.

Emma Whelan, Ms. Whelan, first year teacher Ms. Whelan, put me to shame. She had wavy red hair, and just a few freckles on cream skin. She wore a simple white blouse, open three buttons down, and when she leaned over a test I could catch just a fleeting glance of the dark green bra underneath. It must have been barely constraining her, she made my chest look flat, but she didn’t look too-big, just, perfect, lust inspiring DDs.

I took my pencil in my left hand and pretended to work. My other hand, wrapped fingers around my shaft and stroked. I closed my eyes. My fingers slip up and down my cock. I dropped the pencil charade and let my other hand drift between my legs. With two fingers, I rubbed beneath my balls. I shuddered, and let out a little squeak.

Ms. Whelan looked at me. Right in the eye. I felt my cock twitch against my skirt as I reached out to grab the pencil and pretend to work. The scene changed on the video, I scribbled another answer. She turned her head away and flipped over last week’s test.

It didn’t take long to coax myself to shivering hardness. With my pinkie finger, I teased the soft skin of my ass. It made me bite my lip. I stroked faster, I needed out of my bra, out of my clothes. I thought of bending Emma over her desk, while Cassidy knelt between my legs and sucked my balls. I could hear her moan. Under my breath I growled a little and my hips rose and in the darkness under the desk.

I cupped my left hand over my cock and stroked faster. I made some sound that drew Emma’s gaze again. My cock throbbed, rushing cum sprayed into my palm. Over and over, until I slumped down. I caught a glimpse under Cassidy’s desk, and saw three glinting dribbles. Oops. I wonder if she saw me. For a moment, I hoped he had.

Panties came back up my legs and I clasped my skirt. It was a chore, with one hand full of jizz. But I got done before Ms. Whelan passed the tests back. My hair was sweaty and I had a feeling it had gotten a little mussed.

Ms. Whelan put my test onto my desk, face down. I flipped it over, no grade, just a note in green ink that read: “See me after class.”