Naughty Schoolgirl

I’ve never considered myself naughty, but nonetheless I guess that’s what I have become in my sophomore year. But before I begin my story, let me introduce myself – my name is Michelle and I am 15 years old. I have an athletic body of which I am particularly proud as I run regularly at the track. I’m 5’ 6’ tall, my boobs aren’t really big – 36 B , but they are quite perky and my nipples are very sensitive, and I mean WAY too sensitive. Yeah, I should probably mention that when I get excited I flow like a goddamned river, which frankly can be quite annoying at times. When I get wet I tend to stupid things, as suck cock in class, but I am getting ahead of myself.
It was just one of those days in the end of spring, when you just wish to skip school and enjoy the nice weather. There are no uniforms in my school so you pretty much wear what you want. My usual choice for outfit is usually really tight running pants or shorts, which outline my butt and pussy perfectly and just make the male part of the class nuts or your usual miniskirt with a blouse. Today it was the latter as it was an exceptionally hot day… in more ways than one.
I was sitting in algebra class and I was having trouble concentrating. Why? Well I hadn’t had a decent fuck in ages, I was single and horny as hell. I was even considering going to the toilet to make myself cum, but my algebra teacher was rather strict and I decided to wait for the class to end. I usually sit in the back row, so I can nap or just do whatever. I was looking out the window, admiring the green school garden. I suddenly remembered one of my trips to the forest in the outskirts of town and few amazing fucks I have had there. I guess I got lost in my thoughts when I heard the teacher call me:
“Michelle!”
“M-m, yes?”
“It just so seems, that this class is boring to you, so I guess everything is quite clear. Would you come to the board and complete the exercise?”
Needless to say it wasn’t an offer. As I got up I felt that my thong is wet. Damn, I knew I was horny, but all that imagining really got me going. As I walked to the blackboard I felt almost all the boys staring at my butt. Yeah, I have a great butt, but this wasn’t one of those moments when I wish to show it off. I went to the board and gave the exercise a glimpse. I had no idea how to solve it so I just stood there.
“Well?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know what the solution is.”
“Well then I suggest you go to your seat and pay more attention in class.”
The class erupted in laughter and I felt quite embarrassed. I went back to my seat and I sat down with my head lowered in shame. Luckily the bell rang after a few minutes and I could get out of the classroom. My best friend Denise followed me and nudged me in the ribs:
“What was that all about? You know better than to fantasize in his class!”
“Yeah, I know but ..”
“But?”
“I’m fucking horny, Denise !” – I said I little louder than I intended and I guess a classmate heard me.
“Oh!” – Denise giggled.
“Don’t you laugh at me, you are getting your holes filled everyday from that boyfriend of yours.”
“Well, it’s high time you got yourself one, don’t you think?”
“Screw you.”
We moved to the next classroom and we got there just in time.