I squeezed my legs together tightly, afraid that she would notice something wrong in the middle of my pants. To be honest, I got hard when I heard her say that she was wet down there. You don't have to laugh at me. Which normal person can stand this kind of stimulation? Fortunately, she didn't say anything to irritate me. We both kept silent and listened to the foreign teacher talking nonsense. The foreign teacher's talk was quite interesting and funny. After listening for a while, my attention was diverted and I was not so embarrassed down there. But who knew that at this time, I suddenly felt a chill on my arm, as if something wet was on my arm. I hurried to take a look, and who knew that I saw her rubbing it on my arm with her fingers. I don't know what she was rubbing on my arm, it was a sticky and transparent **. I was anxious all of a sudden and asked her, what the hell are you rubbing on my arm? Big snot
But who knew that this bitch actually blinked her eyes proudly, then smiled at me sweetly and said, "My pussy is so wet. Fuck!! Her pussy is so wet!! Damn it!!
I don't know how I got through the rest of the class. I just remember that my face was redder than ever in my life, and I was very upset. I didn't touch the part of my arm where she had rubbed it, and it just dried. After the get out of class was over, I rushed out of the classroom and ran to the toilet to wash my arm. But before I washed, I stared at the part where she had rubbed it for a long time. I'm not afraid to say that you think I'm a pervert. I think everyone can't help it and wants to know what she rubbed on my arm, right
I put my nose close to the place where she touched my arm and sniffed it. I don't want to say what the smell was, but I can guarantee with my life that it was definitely not snot. Although I washed my arm quickly, I know that I will never forget that smell.
After washing, I didn't go back to the classroom, but stayed in the toilet until the bell rang. I went straight back to my seat. Although I deliberately didn't look at her, I still saw her there with a nonchalant look out of the corner of my eye. I felt like I was being teased. Damn, I sat in my seat obediently like a bullied young wife. I also deliberately kept a distance from her, and then glanced at her from time to time, for fear that she would give me another unexpected surprise.
She seemed to know what I was thinking, and ignored me. She took out her phone and played with it, playing the QQ Super Cool Run. I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying. My mind was full of what happened just now. I kept thinking about it, and I couldn't help but think of one thing. Then I couldn't help but secretly glance at her. She lowered her head and played with her phone attentively. I suddenly found that her skin was quite white and she looked okay. Although she was not the kind of beauty that people would think she was at first sight, she was pretty. I don't know why I started to have wild thoughts, especially when I thought about what happened just now. I even thought that she was hinting at me on purpose.
Thinking of this made me even more confused. I was so fucking naive at the time that I actually thought about feeling sorry for my girlfriend. Now when I think about it, that thought was such a stupid one, but at the time I was really troubled because I thought she was seducing me.
In that class, she was playing with her phone the whole time, and I was just daydreaming, neither of us spoke. But after class, she put her phone away and talked to me, asking me, "Are you angry?" I stammered, "No, why would I be angry? What's wrong?" She said, "I thought you were angry," and told me not to mind it. She was a person who would make a scene without any depth, and she didn't know that I was so honest.
I said to myself at that time, fuck you, you just came up and smeared that stuff on my arm, this is just at school, if it was anywhere else I would have raped you a long time ago, actually I was just thinking this in my mind at that time, now think about it, if we were really in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't have the guts to do it, to be honest I was a coward with the desire but not the courage, even the first time I held hands with my boyfriend, it was my boyfriend who took the initiative, the most fucking infuriating thing was that my classmates before we were assigned to the same class saw it, and then when they got back to the class they spread the news to me, and everyone knew about it, I was so embarrassed.
But when she said that, I just said a few words to deal with it, saying it was okay. I then noticed that her phone was an iPhone 4S. Damn, I had never used an iPhone before, so I asked her to borrow it to play with. Unexpectedly, she was quite straightforward and handed me the phone without saying anything. Her phone was warm and still had her temperature. I held it in my hand and my heart was like a wee grass. I started to have wild thoughts. The place on my arm where she had touched it also seemed to be uneasy. But as soon as I turned on her phone screen, I calmed down.
The desktop of her phone was a photo of her hugging a man. The man was not handsome and was quite dark, but he looked quite manly. The most important thing was that the expressions of the two people in the photo were very happy. I couldn't help but smile in my heart. I didn't know what I was thinking. How could a girl like her not have a partner? It would be strange if she didn't have a partner. But I didn't know if her partner knew that she was so unrestrained? Or did he just like her for this? But of course I didn't ask her these questions, but asked her with my phone, is this your partner? She looked at me proudly, then raised her head and said, "Yeah, is he handsome?" I smiled and said, "I can't say whether he is handsome or not, because everyone's aesthetics are quite different, but he looks quite manly."
My new deskmate smiled brightly after hearing what I said, and then told me that if he heard what I said, he would definitely drink with you. He is good in every way, but he is a little too manly, a little chauvinistic, and willing to make decisions on his own, do you understand? I nodded and agreed vaguely, not wanting to listen to her nagging, because most girls talk about their partners endlessly, I am not interested in that, so I lowered my head to play with my phone. Seeing that I didn't say anything, she stopped talking and took out a pretty notebook from her bag and started writing something in the front. Although I don't know what she is writing, I know she is definitely not taking notes, but writing her own things there.
I was too lazy to see what she was writing, so I just focused on playing with her phone. To be honest, this iPhone is so much better than my Chinese knockoff phone. It doesn't lag at all when playing games. I played Fruit Ninja for a long time, but I couldn't break the record of a person named wh in it. I was a little dissatisfied, because I was a relatively good player in this game, and no one in the class could compete with me. I couldn't even break this person's record. I worked hard for an entire afternoon, and my phone was almost out of power. I asked her if she brought a power bank, but she didn't answer me. She took one out of her bag and handed it to me. I realized that she didn't seem to be in a good mood, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with me playing with her phone, because she was writing in her notebook, and I didn't know what she was writing on it. I didn't ask her, because I didn't believe it. Damn it, I had to break the record in her phone today!