At the very least, all the girls were worth looking at. Cicily licked her lips once more and leaned in very close to the tent in my boxers, taking in a deep breath through her nose with her eyes closed, savoring my male scent. What were they feeding these girls? She was my student and a teenager. “Girls… One of them wasn’t doing a thing to hide that she was starting to rub herself through her skirt. Sure, some girls still ogled me but none of the classes had the same tense sexual atmosphere that my first period class possessed. But when her hand came down and slowly started to run a finger up and down her panty-covered slit, I knew it was anything but an accident. While I managed to get through my lesson plan without too much distraction, there was one very notable exception.
