In addition to her immobility, another issue quickly sprang up for Jen. As students continued to enter the classroom, desks were quickly running out. This left three students standing at the front of the classroom, trying not to make eye contact with Jen. One of them was her crush, Nathan, the star of the soccer team. Oh god, oh god, oh god Jen thought, blushing.
"Come on, you three. Just sit on Jennifer, she doesn't mind."
"N-no, I don't. Please!" she reached down, patting her own cushion. God I can't believe he's going to SIT on me! she thought.
The three of them awkwardly walked over to Jen, and plopped down onto her cushions. They were also each warmer than she expected. Their clothes squeaked a bit on her clean leather. She was surprised by how heavy they each felt, pushing down on her. It felt good. She relished the feeling of her crush's ass, to her surprise. She'd never been one for being sat on before becoming a couch, but now it was almost the height of ecstasy. Nathan sat on her left, and a random student on her right, and the third directly in front of her head. Great, and now I can't see anything.
"Can you stop breathing down my neck?" the student in front of her whispered.
"You're the one that sat in front of my head!" she whispered back harshly. Just because she was a couch doesn't mean she only exists to be comfortable!
"There wasn't anywhere else to sit!" she whispered, turning around a little. She was clearly annoyed that the couch was talking back to her, so Jen decided to end it there before things escalated. She didn't need to cause a scene right now, not with her crush sitting on her.
They pulled out each of their notebooks and got to taking notes, causing Jen to realize she couldn't reach her backpack. One of the dumb movers had sat it by her left leg, far out of reach.
She agonized asking her crush anything, but finally got up the nerve and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, Jen?" He leaned in a bit.
"Hi, Nathan, my backpack- I can't reach it," she quickly whispered, her face as red as a turnip.
"Oh, yeah, no problem." he leaned over her 'arm,' and hefted her backpack up between him and the girl next to him. She thanked him as she pulled it up, trying not to annoy the other girl as much as possible. Fishing her notebook out, she leaned around her, and also began taking notes.
The teacher droned on and on about something to do with a Walt Whitman poem. Normally, Jennifer would've been unable to give a shit, but now, as a couch, she had even more things pressing on her mind. And her cushions. She couldn't get it out of her mind how much she loved having people sitting on her. And not to mention Nathan! She couldn't focus on class to save her life. I am a couch, after all, she thought, surprising herself. She loved the feeling of people's warm bodies resting on her, their asses pressing down onto her cold, leather skin. God, what she'd do to get into an art class, just to let someone bare-skinned sit on her. She thought about Nathan laying down on her, his bare skin on her leather...
"HEY!" the girl belted out, quietly but forcefully. Jen was thrust back into reality as the girl pushed Jen's notebook off the back of her head. Jen quickly apologized. I wish someone else had sat on me instead of this bitch, she thought. Not that there was anything she could do. Couches can't choose who sits on them, unfortunately, even if they're technically sapient.
The sound of rustling papers alerted Jen to the end of class. As she was packing up, the bell rang, and students began to leave. The teacher said something about homework, but Jen was too focused on how she would get to her next class. The movers were gone, was she going to have to ask random students to carry her? But what if they drop me?! she thought, with horror, suddenly conscious of how much her couch body weighed. Scooting was out of the question, as she'd learned earlier, but she had to get to her next class somehow.