Courseware and his deskmate's girlfriend, Feifei

Luckily, I found the classroom in complete chaos as soon as I entered. The politics teacher, who was also my homeroom teacher and was under 160cm tall, was yelling at the top of his lungs, "You must obey
the assignments ! Get into your new seats right now!" The first class was politics; how could the homeroom teacher be so stupid as to change seats so early in the morning? Of course, everyone
was slacking off in an organized manner.

I looked at the new seating chart. What?

I turned and searched through the crowd. In the corner of the classroom, my first love, Fei, was smiling at me, one hand on her hip, the other pointing to
the seat next to her. Her white undershirt was faintly visible beneath her shirt, and my face flushed instantly. I quickly walked over. "You didn't
volunteer, ?" She seemed to suddenly remember something, her face also turning slightly red. She said, "What? The homeroom teacher said
it's easier for two language arts representatives to sit together to collect homework; it's a beneficial measure. And if you're good at studying, other students can sit in the front. Of course, if you can't see, you can apply to be moved forward." We became
deskmates from then on. I don't know what that means, but today when they collected the composition books, there was a tall stack of notebooks on our desks. I thought, now we could sleep on two
desks without anyone knowing. I secretly glanced at Fei, only to find her reading comics, a slight smile on her lips, her fair cheeks flushed
. I reached out and touched her wrist; it felt smooth. She thought I wanted to hold her hand, so she put one hand... Holding the comic book, she reached out
with without turning around. My hand froze in mid-air as her fingers pressed against my lower abdomen… I was startled; her hand grasped nothing, and
she blushed. For a moment, we were both at a loss. The political class continued, incredibly tedious. I held Fei's hand, placing it
on my thigh, feeling the soft, boneless tenderness of her small hand—a tenderness so familiar, the events of last night flashing before my eyes.
Unconsciously , my little brother stood up. I stole a glance at her, only to see her still holding the comic book, her eyes fixed on my
crotch with surprise. I froze, and she noticed my gaze. Our eyes met, both of us a little embarrassed. She bit her lower lip, frowned, and
pointed to the mound of my erection. I grinned and shrugged. This indicated that it wasn't something I could control.

The teacher then asked a question, and someone unfortunately stood up to answer. I looked up and suddenly gasped: she had playfully
flicked my penis. It quickly swelled and stiffened.

I was sitting in the last row, on the far right by the window, able to see the scenery outside the junior high building. She sat to my left. Then she simply
lay down facing me, and with a huge pile of composition books in front of us, unless someone else stood up, no one could see what we were doing.

This situation probably gave her the courage to be mischievous. After flicking it once, she continued with a second, a third… She probably discovered that each flick was slightly
different (because the point of impact was different, so the path of the simple harmonic motion was not exactly the same each time), so she seemed quite interested.

I looked at her, and she smiled back at me, and did… She made a face. She reached out and gently touched the top of my breasts, as if stroking a child's head,
and I gasped again. She noticed my action, seemed puzzled, and tilted her head to the side, leaning on the table: "Does it hurt?" I smiled
wryly, of course not. She said, "Let me see."

As if she wanted to borrow my eraser. I widened my eyes. Was this too absurd? Everyone around us was being brainwashed; no one noticed
what the two language arts representatives sitting at the back were doing.

She had already put her plan into action, slowly unzipping my pants, her small hand reaching inside to pull down my inconvenient underwear. My penis
sprang out, and she immediately pulled her hand back, her eyes wide as she stared at the erection.

I put my hand on the table, looking at her, unsure whether I should comfort her, but had I scared her? This was truly bizarre.

She stuck her tongue out at me, then reached out and grabbed my penis, saying, "It's so hot, you jerk." Her fair fingers wrapped around my dark penis,
a striking visual stimulus, though others couldn't witness it, haha.

She stroked my glans with her thumb, and I couldn't help but twitch. She frowned: "Dare to move?" Then she pulled hard, only to
find that I immediately became even harder.

Her face flushed slightly, and she laughed, "You're exaggerating?" I nodded in agreement. She noticed a crack on the glans, and curiously pried it open with
her fingers to examine it. Suddenly, her blood rushed to her head, and she pinched the skin under the glans with her thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down.

My expression at that moment must have been very complicated, but under the onslaught of the following waves of pleasure, I bit my lip and stared wide-eyed at her. The homeroom teacher was giving a spirited
lecture . Although her movements weren't quite as good as mine, I found it incredibly exciting.

Then, the bell rang at the worst possible time, and everything was immediately over. The teacher rambled on for the last bit, and she responsibly stuffed my unruly
little brother inside. All morning, I was listless, my inner fire burning, my hands constantly grabbing at the air like they were practicing eagle claw kung fu.

After four classes, everyone surged like a tide towards the cafeteria, the snack shops on the street, and some probably even went to entertainment venues. The entire junior high school
building was deathly silent.

She and I stayed in the classroom, seemingly in perfect sync. She smiled proudly at me, and I pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her waist, and
kissed her cheek deeply. My hand unconsciously climbed up her waist, touching her breasts; she narrowed her eyes.

I gently squeezed it; it was so soft, and my penis hardened again. She noticed the small mounds appearing on my pants again, and with renewed interest, she
pulled out my penis and began to play with it.

Gradually, her nipples hardened as well. I went from gently rubbing her breasts to pinching and kneading her nipples, pulling her
shirt .

" She was very obedient. My breathing became heavy. I abandoned her nipples and roughly grabbed her breasts again, kneading them, occasionally
lowering my head to kiss her neck, cheeks, and lips. My penis

grew harder and harder. I pressed my hand, which had been supporting her back, against her neck and said, "Fei, help me, suck me, okay?"

She pressed her face against mine and gave me a light kiss: "No, what does that taste like?" "What?" I said, "Fei, I can't take it anymore, please help me, just take it in."
Unable to resist my pleading, she blushed, bent down, and first tentatively licked my glans with her tongue. I let out a soft moan;
her tongue was exceptionally soft and warm, like an electric current coiling around my glans, striking my cerebral cortex.

She seemed to have made a great decision; after licking her lips, she immediately took my penis into her mouth. It felt like entering a warm
cave, a wet tongue swirling up and down, and my lower body involuntarily arched upwards to allow my penis to penetrate further. I said, "Fei,
like with your hand, quick, quick."

She then slowly began to move it up and down, her tongue sometimes pressing against my urethral opening, gently pushing it aside, feeling as if she were licking open a crevice, as if...
A sticky liquid flowed out and clung to the tip of her tongue. This obscene feeling blinded me to everything around me; the cicadas chirping outside the window grew fainter and fainter
.

Her little tiger teeth would inadvertently brush against my penis, and sometimes she would curiously suck on my glans.

I looked down at her; her shoulder-length hair spread out before my eyes, and my dark pubic hair occasionally brushed against her slightly flushed face. I
trembled slightly from waves of pleasure, reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, lifted her cotton vest, and grabbed her two warm, large breasts, playing with them in rhythm
with her up-and-down movements, sometimes pinching her nipples and rubbing them hard.

Her mouth movements quickened, and she would bite them occasionally. I grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Finally, I instinctively
pulled down on her breasts, thrust my hips, and my penis swelled, ejaculating violently in her mouth. She stopped moving, holding my penis in her mouth.

My hand loosened, and I slumped back in the chair. She looked up, somewhat disheveled, with a few drops of semen at the corner of her mouth. She smoothed her hair behind her ear,
smiled at me, her face flushed. I took out a tissue and wiped the semen from her mouth, and she carefully wiped my glans as well.

She pinched my leg and said, "You have so much stuff, it's all leaking out."

I suddenly remembered: "Huh? You, you swallowed it?"

She nodded: "Yeah, it tasted so-so, not much, just a bit fishy. You sprayed so much out at once, I
swallowed .

" God, I was so touched. After cleaning up, I hugged her for a long, long time. Hehe, my girlfriend had come over earlier and was drinking water from my cup. At noon,
I made a cup of hot tea, and the lingering aroma from my girlfriend's cup filled the air, a scent of happiness permeating the atmosphere.

From then on, I looked forward to it every day, anticipating some new experiences. But my studies were getting busier and busier, we had tests every week,
there wasn't even time for flirting, so I naturally became more well-behaved in class.

Sometime before the next midterm... That afternoon, during the class meeting, our homeroom teacher, who taught politics, went up to the podium and announced the list of students who would be directly promoted to the next grade. Fei and I were on
the list We had done well in the three consecutive direct promotion exams this semester, so we were somewhat prepared, but still very excited.
From then on, we had nothing to do except collect homework. The teacher warned us to study, but to hell with it, that idiot politics teacher.

The next day, class continued, this time it was math. The math teacher was a girl named Wanqing, who had only been teaching for two years. She was incredibly
good at math, short-haired, 160cm tall, with a healthy light brown complexion, a bit thin, and a round chest like a pair of small apples. She was very
lively and would throw chalk at students who were dozing off during class. Of course, I was hit countless times. I liked to brag to her when I had free time, so we became
quite close. Yesterday, when she found out I was directly promoted, she even asked me to treat her to a meal.

Fei and I both pretended to sit upright, each holding a book. Sitting at the back, we weren't worried about disturbing others, so neither of our books were actually textbooks.
Wanqing smiled at me, then continued with her strange questions, occasionally asking others to solve them. I didn't know the answers, but that didn't matter anymore. I turned
to look at Fei; she was reading comics. I stretched, leaned back in my chair, still holding the book in my left hand, my right hand hanging naturally—from
Wanqing's perspective, of course, I was actually placing my hand on Fei's thigh.

Fei glanced at me, pouted, and continued reading. My hand rested on her skirt, slowly moving to the hem, touching her knee with
my fingers . The weather was unusually hot, but her skin felt cool, like touching a smooth piece of crystal.

I removed my hand from her skirt and slipped it inside. Her skin was beautiful, supple, and her thighs were very soft. As my
hand moved upwards, her skirt was slightly lifted. I checked her reaction; she knew I was watching her, stuck out her tongue, and then focused on her
comics again.

I felt a surge of satisfaction. Fei didn't object, so I continued my exploration. The skirt had risen quite a bit, and my fingers suddenly touched fabric—her
panties. She seemed oblivious, slumping onto the table, her hands pressed against the book as she continued reading. I moved along the edge of her underwear, reaching
between . Everything was soft, yet very elastic.

My hand was now on her lower abdomen, on the outer side. Her skirt was still obediently covering her thighs, while mine was sexyly
lifted to her waist, revealing the edge of her panties. She buried her face, as if dozing off. I grew bolder, my fingers
touching between her legs. Her legs were slightly parted, just enough for my middle and index fingers to fit in the middle.

I gently stroked upwards, feeling the pressure on her pubic hair beneath my fingers, making a soft sound. I
stroked her again and again, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. My lower body began to arouse, my penis pressing against the desk. After playing for a while, I
greedily wanted to put my hand inside. So I used my middle finger to lift the inside of her panties, and looking down, her pubic hair was revealed, somewhat shiny.

She suddenly reached out, her head still buried, and grabbed my penis hard. I found it incredibly arousing, and immediately
slipped my index and middle fingers inside her panties. The first sensation was warmth and wetness. My middle finger pressed against her labia, soft and sticky at the tip
, the surrounding pubic hair feeling like cotton padding my hand.

I moved my middle finger downwards, trying to stay close to the bottom of her labia, slowly pulling it up. With a slight pressure, her labia parted slightly,
enveloping my finger. I continued moving upwards, feeling her labia gradually close. I lifted my finger, touching the upper edge of her labia,
feeling a small protrusion.

Fei's body suddenly trembled, and she reached out again. I was wearing sweatpants that day, and wanting to startle her, I gently pulled away,
my right hand quickly pulling down my pants and underwear, my penis sprang out, angrily pointing at the ceiling. Fei's hand reached out just in time and
grabbed it. The cicadas outside were chirping loudly, but I shuddered. Her delicate hand gripped my penis, frozen in place,
probably startled.

Wanqing was still calmly explaining her math problems on the podium, all the students watching her. Our seats were at the back of the class, no one else
in the same row saw our exciting scene: I lifted Fei's skirt, slipped my hand inside her panties,
and a wisp of pubic hair peeked out from the edge. I pulled down my pants, and Fei reached out her right hand to grasp my penis, which seemed to be throbbing.

Like a scene from a pornographic DVD I'd seen at Tang's, I gently stroked Fei's clitoris, sometimes circling it. As for Tang,
I glanced at him; he was in the middle of the front row, looking at a book filled with Japanese writing. This guy got promoted and still lives such a stressful life, learning Japanese just to play video games.

As I gently played with Fei's clitoris, I watched her. Although her head was down, I could still see her face was flushed, a
beautiful rosy pink. Her hand, in retaliation, began to stroke my penis up and down.

My breathing became a little labored, but my fingers remained dedicated. After a few turns, I gently pressed her clitoris, sometimes even touching it
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