She was a little late and Mr. Johnson made sure she knew it. He gave her a look then told her to find a seat. With a quiet apology, she sat down next to Beth, then spread her legs so she could breath more comfortably. Next, she folded her arms and buried her face.
After a short lecture, Mr. Johnson said, “I hope everyone has their presentation ready.”
“Jennifer, since it looks like you’d rather be sleeping, why don’t you go first?”
She quickly pulled her head up and said, “I wasn’t sleeping.”
She still wasn’t used to speaking with a mouth in her crotch. She looked down and noticed something. A few drops of clear fluid on the desk. She realized were it came from and quickly rubbed her arm across the now moist pussy. As the moisture hit her arm, she felt her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. Drooling from a mouth was one thing, but this? She didn’t want to stand in front of everyone with a wet pussy on her face.
Her heart raced as Mr. Johnson said, “Sleeping or not, you need to pay attention. Now please come to the front and read your essay.”
After everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten about the assignment. It was in her backpack but she hesitated to pull it out.
“Come on Jennifer, we don’t have all day.”
“OK, coming...” She replied, finally working up enough courage to retrieve the papers.
With shaky legs, she stepped to the front of the room and turned around. Half of them watched her while the other half was preoccupied with the windows or floor. She lifted the essay up to cover her face and began.
“Napoleon Bonaparte was ... born on the 15th ... of August ... in seventeen six ... sixty nine...”
She usually had no trouble reading in front of a class, but today was different. As she spoke, she felt the lips on her face filling with hot blood, causing them to swell. Her skin tingled and she felt goosebumps running down her chest, making her nipples stand.
Moisture built up in her pussy and began to drip down her chin. She was somewhere between aroused and terrified. As adrenaline pumped. Her trembling legs made it more difficult to speak from her groin. After what felt like ages, she finally finished.
Mr. Johnson looked up and said, “Thank you Jen. Please leave your essay on my desk and sit back down.”
“Beth, will you go next?”
She sat and once again burred her face in folded arms. Fortunately, the rest of class consisted of other students reading essays. Mr. Johnson didn’t call on her again.
After about half of the class had read, the bell rang. She quickly grabbed her bag and left the room...