Touching in class

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After much thought, I finally decided to write about my senior year of high school to reminisce about my happy senior year. Everyone knows that senior year is tough, but mine was made much richer by her, a beautiful memory I'll cherish forever!
I grew up in a small county town. During my senior year, I chose to repeat a year because my college application results weren't ideal. Repeating was a terrible experience, and the pressure of college entrance exams made my whole life feel bleak. All I did was study and take exams; life was truly dull and painful!
When I repeated the year, there were over 100 students in my class, so you can imagine how crowded the classroom was. I returned late, and there were already over 90 students in the class. The homeroom teacher placed me at the back, and to my left was a girl named Jie. At that time, I wasn't in the mood, so I didn't really look at her closely. My first impression was: she was very beautiful, had a great presence, was slender and delicate, and was a clean-cut girl!
Later, we gradually got to know each other better. To be honest, even though we were deskmates in our senior year of high school, we didn't get to know each other very quickly. After all, it was senior year, and the pressure of college entrance exams was immense! After we got to know each other better, I discovered that Jie was a very cheerful and loyal girl. She liked to dress up, was clean, had a great presence, and loved to joke around. Her studies weren't very good, so I often helped her. She always came to me first when she had any problems. I could tell she was slowly developing feelings for me; after all, we were both girls in our adolescence!
Outside of class, we talked about life and love, joked around, and teased each other, inevitably leading to some physical contact. Also, with so many people in the class—six in a row, with very narrow spacing between rows—everyone had to squeeze in and out, resulting in contact. Every time Jie went in or out, I could feel her soft belly and long legs against my back. And every time I went in or out from behind her, her back pressed tightly against my front. It was October, and the weather was still very hot. With so many people in the class, everyone took off their coats, leaving only a thin layer of clothing between us, making our bodies so close. Every time I squeezed past her, I felt a surge of desire.
As we spent more time together, I clearly felt something else in Jie's eyes when she looked at me. When I explained problems to her, she didn't listen as attentively anymore, but often glanced at me and would often act coquettishly towards me.
That day, after lunch, everyone was basically resting on the table when Jie came in. Her soft belly pressed against my back; I could even feel her bulging mons pubis. (Later, it turned out her mons pubis really was quite bulging; her pubic bone was very prominent.) Seeing her return, I took out a question she had asked me that morning and explained it to her. After explaining, I asked if she understood. She said, in a coquettish tone, that she hadn't understood and wanted me to explain it again. I slapped her arm and said, "You're such a pig!" She wasn't having it, and playfully hit me back. I pinched her again, and she didn't back down, pinching my arm repeatedly with both hands. This wouldn't do! In a moment of panic, I grabbed her small hand. As soon as I grabbed it, she suddenly stopped moving, her face flushed, looking at me coquettishly, her hand still in my grasp. At that moment, I felt her hands were so soft and smooth, so I held them tightly. Afraid of being seen by other classmates, I pulled them down to her sides, our hands clasped together. I began to gently knead her little hands. She was lying on the table, pretending to read with books in front of her, her face flushed. Soon, I felt our palms were sweaty. Her little hands were plump, and the sweat made them even smoother. I didn't want to let go.
After about ten minutes, Jie gently pulled her hand away and softly said, "Tell me again." I explained it to her again, outwardly calm, but inwardly I was incredibly excited, my mind racing, and I felt aroused!
From then on, we often held hands when no one was looking. I slowly began to caress her arms. Sometimes, while explaining problems to her, I would place my hand on her thigh; the sensation through her pants was incredibly arousing. Our relationship grew much closer.
Things took a turn for the better one afternoon after dinner. As usual, we were playfully bickering, pinching each other's waists and arms. When Jie tried to dodge, my hand accidentally touched her breast. She was very thin, wearing a t-shirt, and her breasts were neither too big nor too small, with a very nice shape. When I touched her, she trembled slightly but didn't pull away. I got excited and grabbed her breast. After grabbing it, I didn't dare to move, thinking she would definitely be angry. Unexpectedly, she just stood there, not looking at me. I got bolder and started squeezing her breasts, sometimes tightly and sometimes loosely. She lay on the table, not moving. I could tell she was also excited. Her thighs twitched occasionally, and her legs squeezed together. I knew she was aroused too, since neither of us had ever been in contact with the opposite sex before!
I didn't dare to be too outrageous and let go after a while, since we were in the classroom!
From that day on, I often looked for opportunities to touch her breasts, but always outside, through her thick bra. Once, we were playfully fighting again, and I gently grabbed her waist and pulled on her stomach. Overcome by impulse, I slowly lifted her t-shirt and placed my hand on her stomach. She acquiesced to my actions, so I became bolder and slowly caressed her stomach. It felt smooth and warm. I slowly moved upwards, wanting to explore further. After all, I had touched her through her clothes so many times, but I still didn't know what lay inside!
Slowly, I touched her bra. Jie was very excited; her chest heaved, and her stomach contracted. At this moment, I couldn't control myself anymore and slowly slipped my fingers into her bra. The flesh inside was so tender. I couldn't resist pulling open Jie's bra and putting half of my hand inside, starting to gently knead Jie's breasts. Jie was also very excited; her eyes were glazed, and her thighs were tightly pressed together, trying her best to control her excitement.
I continued to feel inside, finally finding a small, fleshy bud. I gently touched it, and Jie's body trembled violently. She gave me a shy yet coquettish look, a look that made me feel lightheaded. I felt a strong engorgement down there, a throbbing, uncomfortable sensation.
I started kneading that little bud. Each time I pinched it, Jie trembled, and the bud hardened, feeling quite firm. Jie's breasts felt incredibly comfortable to touch. I had never touched a girl's body before, and the feeling was indescribable! Slowly, sweat appeared on Jie's breasts, mostly from my palms. I was so nervous; I hadn't forgotten we were in a classroom! The sweaty nipples were slippery, so I gently pinched them. The sweat made them even more sensitive. I saw Jie's thighs clench tightly together, trembling slightly. I knew Jie was excited, but I was even more excited than her. But I dared not be so brazen anymore; this was in the classroom. I controlled myself and slowly withdrew my hand. Jie looked at me resentfully and said, "You're squeezing them so hard." I'll remember that look for the rest of my life!
After that, I often caressed Jie's breasts like that. Because she was worried about being seen by the students to her left and right, Jie would gather her coat in front of her chest to block my mischievous hands. I didn't have to worry about the students behind us, because the high walls of books on the desks of the senior students blocked their view unless they stood up. But who would stand to rest during a break?
Sometimes Jie and I would switch seats so I could caress her other breast. After a while, I caressed Jie's breasts and waist, and she was always very excited. I wasn't satisfied with just that; I was still filled with curiosity and anticipation for the area of her lower abdomen and high pubic bone that I had rubbed against my back countless times. When I stroked Jie's belly, I pressed my hands tightly against it and slowly moved downwards. Each time Jie realized my intention, she would gently struggle, trying to stop me from going any further. Every girl has this nervous reaction at the beginning, right? But the more she acted this way, the more I longed for it, longing to one day explore that mysterious triangle!
[The End]

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