Cute Blonde Flashes Her Pussy In Class

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The morning sun streamed in through the windows of Ms. Benson’s 9th grade English class, but the teenage students were far too distracted by hormones and gossip to pay it much mind. Girls giggled and giggled over celebrity tabloids, while boys ogled them shamelessly from behind textbooks. It was just another typical day at Westfield High.

Until Alexia Gold walked in.

With a swing in her hips and a sparkle in her baby blues, the tantalizing blonde sauntered to the back of the room and plopped down next to her bestie, Courtney. The two exchanged knowing smirks behind their fingers – today was the day they’d finally have some fun.

“As I was saying…” Ms. Benson droned on from the front of the class, absorbed in her lesson plan. “Who can tell me what the ontology of a narrative-”

BLAM! The classroom door burst open, and in strode the biggest, baddest bad boy in the senior class – Chad Dawson. With his chiseled jawline and mischievous grin, the football star exuded raw, animal magnetism. The girls went weak at the knees, the boys felt awfully small.

“Sorry I’m late, teach,” Chad drawled, stretching languidly like a lion. “Car trouble.” He flashed a megawatt smile that said he’d cockblocked the dragging prick. Everyone believed it.

As Chad made his way to the back, Alexia and Courtney openly panted after him. All five-feet-ten-inches of pure, muscular manhood. Then, to their shock, he slid in right next to Alexia and tossed his gym bag on the floor – sending her uniform skirt riding up her thighs.

“Naughty naughty,” Chad purred, catching her eye. “Fetching your knickers today, Goldilocks?”

He wasn’t wrong. Lying across the hall had been an oxford shirt of Mr. Thompson’s, creased from a voracious former student. But beneath that, teenage flesh was firmly clad in lacy white panties. They were a seductive cream against her glowing complexion and honey-blonde waves. If he looked closely, he could see the shadowed cleft of her labia through the delicate fabric.

“Wash your eyes out, Horndog,” she shot back, tossing raven hair defiantly. “I only get dressed like this for cheer practice.”

“Is that so?” He arched a brow, leaning closer conspiratorially. “Next time, I’ll be sure to visit on your dance-off day, then.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes, determined to play hard to get. But the contact had ignited something between them, and the sexual tension was suddenly as palpable as the cheap perfume hanging in the air.

Ms. Benson gave an exasperated tsk at the talking. “That will be quite enough, thanks. Now class, what did we decide yesterday-”

Thud! Under cover of her distracted lesson, Alexia kicked off her ballet flats. Then she crossed her ankles demurely, allowing Chad’s hungry gaze to devour her lacy panties in full. For a long, loaded beat, his eyes traveled the length of her stocking-clad legs.

Then, smirking like the cocky jock he was, he leaned in close…and hooked his little finger into the gusset of her panties. Alexia froze, nerves electric. Then, slowly, he began to peel them down over her hips, her thighs, exposing acres of juice-slick skin inch by glorious inch.

“Lo-Lordy!” she gasped, fingers flailing to cover herself. But it was too late – half the class had already caught a glimpse of her hairless, glistening slit.

For a moment, it seemed like the world stood still. Alexia flushed ruby, face and chest neon. A few ogling boys collapsed in sniggers. Ms. Benson whirled in shock. The air was thick as peanut butter.

Then… “Who farted?!” Courtney piped up from the nearby desk, pointing an accusing finger anywhere she could. Half the classroom snickered back – either genuinely confused or just happy for the distraction.

Clutching her panties to her chest, Alexia shot daggers at her bestie, silently begging her to shut up. And before anyone else could vanish up their own ass with the stupidity, Chad stood up, knelt on his chair, and put his hands together for applause.

“Now that was a narrative hook!” he boomed. “Glad to see you’re one-upping Atticus Finch, Ms. B.”

Slowly, the class returned their eyes to the front. Ms. Benson blinked rapidly, momentarily stunned before rallying: “Th-that will be quite enough for today, Mr. Dawson. Out. My office. Now.”

Head hung contritely, Chad slouched out the door. But not before shooting Alexia a last heated look…one that promised pain, in the most delicious way. Flushed pink, she quickly pulled her panties up and smoothed down her skirt, determined to keep her composure if it killed her.

As the door clicked shut and the class finally immersed itself in Twain, Alexia couldn’t stem the shivers running through her body. The crotch of her panties was positively flooded, the lace pathetically soaked. This boy, this legendary cock God, played her body like a fiddle…and she was already addicted.

Would lunch break get here soon enough? She could only hope Ms. Benson’s suspension didn’t last until then.