Her body was seeming to melt under Justin's hot, steady gaze. She felt that tingle in her nipples increase until she wished she could take off her bra. Her cunt closed up tight under the wiry tangle of her pussy hairs, like a fist. Glancing back up, Ginny saw a wide grin break over Justin's face. One hand had slipped down over his crotch, she guessed. The girl could see some slight movement in his right arm and guessed he was playing with himself through his tight-fitting Levi's.

"Maybe – maybe I should go back – to history class and…"

Ginny made a half-hearted attempt to stand up. Justin had moved around the desk before she could gather her books, however.

"You wanna go? From the way you were acting, I thought you were gonna hang around."

"I – what do you – oh no, Justin, don't, don't do this here…"

Her books tumbled to the floor with a muffled crash. Ginny felt a double jolt crash right through her. The football player was right in front of her, the outline of his cock obvious against his faded blue jeans. He was big, very big. Ginny's eyes widened and a breath caught in her throat. She had seen pictures, of course, of guys with their pricks hard. It was all a part of the advanced course in sex education. But none of them had matched what she guessed was dangling between Justin's legs.

"You've helped me a lot, and I thought I'd give you something back for it."

His words weren't even trying to cover up what he meant. Ginny felt the room swaying around her as he moved up. In a second he was cuddling her tight against his broad chest. He squeezed her tight, her tits nestling close against him. Ginny at first tried to pull away from him, but she liked the way those iron bands of his arms made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with forbidden pleasure. Behind her she could hear the clock ticking away the precious seconds.