Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

No Fuck Boundaries: 31 There was always someone looking at her, whether it was the teacher, another student, or her brother. She felt so exposed, with no sense of privacy. It was what she'd wanted to experience, and she'd gotten her wish.

**** "Oh god, I can't do another class of that," Izzy said, pulling both Riker and Diana close for shelter.

"You did fine," Riker assured her.

"I left a puddle in my seat!" "Well yes, you did do that." "People were staring atthe whole time!" "Also true." "I'm so damn horny and confused, and I can't tell if I want to masturbate in front of the school, or hide in my room and never cout ever again." "The classic dilemma." Izzy pouted. "Would you take this seriously, please." "I am taking it seriously," Riker said.

"You don't seem very sympathetic." "I already did this once, as you might recall." "Well yeah, but--" "I recall," Diana said dreamily.

"I can't do more," Izzy said firmly, trying not to let images of her naked, embarrassed brother affect her judgement.

Riker smirked. "Even if I said I'll do anything you want?" "That's... that's not fair." "It's what you did to me." || anything?" Riker nodded, then turned to Izzy and brushed his fingers up her cheek. "Anything," he said, looking deep into her eyes.

"Er... when you guys say 'anything,' what exactly are you talking about?" Diana asked.

"I mean anything," Riker said softly but with absolute conviction.

"Yeah, I know, but--" Riker kissed Izzy softly on the lips, hardly even to an inappropriate level, but more than enough to make Diana gasp and stare with wide, shocked eyes.

"Cheater," Izzy said, though she knew she was in it now. She couldn't say no to her brother sometimes, and this was one of them.

"You kissed her!" Diana hissed, fidgeting with one of her braided pigtails.

"Only a little," Riker said. He took Izzy's hand again and they resumed walking.

"What are you two up to?" Diana demanded. "Did Izzy's clothes even get stolen?" "No, she wanted to try being naked," Riker said.

"Ri! Don't tell!" Izzy said.

"I won't tell anyone else. Diana would have figured it out anyway." "But... but you...." Diana stumbled over her thoughts, and by that tthey'd reached Ms. Lynn's class anyway.

Izzy had been distracted from their walk through the halls, probably her brother's intention, though she belatedly cringed as she realized how many staring eyes had been pointed at her the whole way. The whole damn school was going to see her naked at this rate. It had been far funnier when it had been Riker in that predicament. She could tell he was just as amused at the reversal as she was worried by it. That might have been annoying except... except he still held her hand, and she knew he wouldn't leave her side. Her brother would protect her if need be, emotionally or otherwise. Izzy clung to him and to the feeling of security he provided, as well as his promise to fulfill anything she asked of him.

Her brief feeling of confidence was shattered almost immediately upon entry to the classroom itself. Ms. Lynn took one look at Izzy, rolled her eyes, and indicated seats at the front of the class.

"Well well, the MacIsaacs are at it again," Ms. Lynn said.

"My clothes got sto--" "Yes I'm sure they did." Izzy flushed crimson and shuffled toward the chair at the very front and centre of the room. "Is it still super obvious how wet my pussy is?" she whispered.

Riker nodded. "Yep." "Uh huh," Diana added.

"You think Ms. Lynn noti--" "Yep." "Uh huh." "Oh." Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5sto catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! Izzy just had to sit there and endure. She felt herself pooling in her seat again, and the casually scornful looks her teacher kept sending her way weren't helping anything.

"Izzy, why don't you hand out these sheets for me," Ms. Lynn said, slapping a pile of papers on her desk.

Izzy looked up, startled. "Me?" she squeaked.

"You." "But... I'm not dressed." "Yes, so I noticed. In normal circumstances, one simply wouldn't wander into class like that. I'd feel bad if I really thought you were being bullied or something, but I don't." "I kind of am now," Izzy mumbled.

"Do feel free to tell on me," Ms. Lynn said, leaning back in her chair. "I'd love to hear your explanation for both you and your brother attending my class in the nude." Izzy trembled as she moved around the room and dropped papers on everyone's desks. The task forced her away from the safety of her brother, and gave every single student in the room a close up look at her--showing off her breasts, pussy, and ass to every single classmate--as if she needed that right now.

She wondered if she'd get in any more trouble than she already was if she just dragged Riker out of class right now. What if they just left and went somewhere that he could lick her pussy? Or what if they just did that here, right on Ms. Lynn's desk? There was no way, right? "Where do you think you're going?" Ms. Lynn's voice called, cutting through Izzy's anxious considerations. "Um... my seat?" "Don't think so. You've volunteered to do demonstrations on the white board." "I have?" "You have." "That doesn't sound like me." "And yet, here we are." Izzy tried to bear in mind that everyone in class had already seen her, that the overabundant wetness of her pussy was already known by everyone present. It didn't help that much. There were so many stares, and she could still feel them when she had to turn away and face the board. The whole class had plenty of tto check her out from every angle.

Riker was enjoying it. He had that seasy smile every tshe got a chance to look his way. Of course he was enjoying it, he got all the vicarious thrill and excitement of it without any of the anxiety and humiliation. Then again, he'd been here already, and she'd enjoyed it from a position of safety too. The whole point was she'd wanted all of it, the whole experience, and boy was she getting it.

Izzy firmly told herself she was never to get herself into this kind of predicament again, and even as she thought it, she knew it wasn't a resolution that would hold up. Not at all.

Her hand trembled all the more and she could swear her pussy was a waterfall all the way down to the floor. She kept thinking about what all her classmates had going on in their heads right now. Maybe it was presumptuous to suppose that they were all solely focused on her, since steaching did seem to be going on in the room. Izzy rather perversely decided that if she was naked and the centre of attention, she better damn well be the only thing everyone was focused on.

Not that there was anything she could do about. Either she had all the attention or she didn't. It wasn't like she was going to stick the marker she was holding up her pussy just to make sure. Or was she? Izzy hesitated a moment, then firmly decided no she wasn't.

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5sto catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! She was too horny to think straight, that was the problem. Too horny, too anxious, too giddy, just too much generally.

The eventual ringing of the bell cas a shock and made Izzy drop her marker. She bent down to pick it up without thinking, and sgasps behind her made her belatedly realize she'd just flashed the class even worse than she already had been. She didn't dare turn around for a moment, and took her sweet tputting the cap back on the marker and setting it down.

"MacIsaacs," Ms. Lynn called from her seat where she'd been lounging basically all class, "a's entertaining as this has been, let's try not to have any more incidents, shall we?" "Try our best, Miss," Riker said smoothly.

Izzy nodded and mumbled something as she slipped back to her seat to grab her things.

"I won't be so nice next time," Ms. Lynn said.

"That was you being nice?" Izzy asked without thinking.

Ms. Lynn's smile was just short of evil. "You're only lucky I'm a teacher and have professional responsibilities. Otherwise..." Izzy stood there, unsure whether she was appalled, or more turned on than ever. Riker took her hand and gently pulled her toward the door.

"Leave it alone, Iz." Diana gave Izzy a push on her shoulder, helping maneuver her. "Best get moving." "Otherwise what though?" Izzy asked, not loud enough for their teacher to hear. "Use your imagination," Riker suggested.

"I am. That's the problem." A small crowd of their classmates still waited outside the classroom for a closer look at

Izzy. A few boys were casually holding sbooks in front of them as though no one would know they had erections hidden behind them. A few of the girls actually had eyes for Riker rather than Izzy. "Hey, Ri, you gonna be naked again next?" one girl asked.

Riker shook his head. "We've been threatened. Better not." "How about a private lesson then?" Riker blushed and kept dragging Izzy away. "Tell you what, you take your clothes off next time, then we'll talk." The girl blushed too. "Maybe I will!" "OK." "Someone likes you," Izzy said, finally starting to walk normally as they moved further through the halls.

mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1