His leather pants were just too <i>tight</i>. They were designed to be form fitting, but he was having a problem that was really testing the limits of the material. Present Mic fidgeted at his desk, crossing then uncrossing his legs.
The room was warm, a couple windows on the far side open in an effort to capture the slight breeze that was blowing outside. But he was far hotter than that as he watched his girlfriend with a piece of chalk in her hand, pointing at the board and asking the students questions. Sweat trickled down his neck and he wiped at it hurriedly, knowing what a problem it would be if he shorted out his neck gear. It certainly felt possible that he could sweat enough to do that today.
Good thing he was at his desk. There was no way he could hide his reaction to her standing up. His heart was pounding in his chest faster and faster. What concerned him the most, however, was the feeling of being nearly crushed by the pressure building in his groin.
All he could think about was being a student in her class. His eyes became dreamy as his fantasy grew progressively more intense and he actually yelped when she dropped the course book next to him.
"Mic!"
"Augh! Don't give me detention!"
Elly burst out laughing. "You're lucky the class left, or they'd be teasing you into next week with that one."
Mic chuckled shyly, biting at the top of his neck speaker. "Unf. Look, babe, m'having a little problem..."
"I know. You want help with that?" He choked a little at this, his eyes huge, and she clarified, "Cover as you make a mad dash gor the men's room?"
Frantic nodding. "Although, maybe later..."
"What is this maybe?" She grinned. "Definitely."
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