The Girls
Chapter 3—Mona: Relieving Boredom
Mona arrived to her Legal Studies class a few minutes late, after her meeting with the new (or had he been there for years?) counsellor. She sat in her regular seat, and in less than twenty seconds, she was bored. Bored bored bored.
Mona couldn’t imagine a class more boring than Legal Studies, unless it were Maths...or Health...or English...or any of her subjects, really. She couldn’t stand being this bored, all day every day. She had once tried to smuggle a walkman in, but the teacher had caught her out pretty quickly. Magazines, books, letters from friends...they all got consficated. Mona had to invent little games to keep herself from slowly going mad. Today, Mona was spending her time trying to remember as many old, old jokes as she could.
“Why did the boy throw his clock out the window? He wanted to see time fly.”
Mona wished that she could see time fly. She was so sick of being in this boring, stuffy little classroom, with her teacher Mr Williams droning on and on and on...
“Hey, you’re pretty. Pretty UGLY.”—She could remember that one being used on her in primary school.
Mona was a reasonably pretty girl. She was dressed in a short skirt, nicely showing off her legs and a long top, to counter the skirt. Too much flesh, and she was a slut, but as she was, she managed to show off her legs without appearing trashy. That was the advantage of being a lower ranking in the popular group...if one of the more popular girls had tried to wear a short skirt, she probably would have been told-off by one of the others. Mona, however, could get away with it, as they already looked down on her. There was a lot of freedom in being unpopular, but she would have traded it all in an instant for the popularity.
“Why did the poor man put holes in his son’s pants for Christmas? So he’d have something to play with all year long.”
Mona almost laughed out loud at that one; as it was, she had trouble disguising it as a cough. Strange, though she had dredged the joke up from her own memory, she didn’t remember ever hearing it before. Still, it was amusing enough to pass the time.
Mona, unlike her best friend Katrina, was a completely untouched girl. She’d had a few boyfriends, and she’d even made out once or twice, but she’d never gone near a cock, and the space between her legs was forbidden territory. She wondered exactly how the male genetalia worked. The joke suggested that a single hole in a pocket would be sufficient for the boy to be able to play with himself, however all of the gestures that Mona had caught over the years suggested that one needed to wrap their fist around it..
Mona stopped thinking about boys jerking off, and tried to recall another joke.
“How many Grammar boys does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None. It’s easier to jerk off in the dark.”
Mona again had to stop herself from laughing out loud, but it came out as a slight snigger. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to her, and apart from Tania next to her (who seemed to be staring at the teacher, fascinated) no one was paying attention to Mr Williams either.
“A builder needed a hammer, so he mimed to his assistant “hammering”. His assistant immediately pulled out his dick and started jerking off. “What the hell was that all about?” asked the builder. The assistant replied “I said, I’m coming.”
Mona wondered what was wrong with her, she couldn’t stop thinking about masturbation. It was odd that most guys masturbated, but very few girls did. She personally had never tried it...perhaps it was time she did.
The more she thought about it, the more the idea of seeing what masturbation was like seemed like a good idea. It would be like a new game to pass the time; to see if she could bring herself to orgasm without anyone noticing.
Mona looked around. Everyone was busy with their own devices, with the exception of Tania, who was still staring at Mr Williams as he tried to teach the class. Mona figured that now was as good a time as ever, and she slowly brought a hand up to her pussy. Her panties were soaked, and she pushed them aside, and felt around for a while. It was all fairly average, and Mona couldn’t see the big deal. Sure, it was nice, but nothing to go crazy ab-UHHH.
The entire class was looking at her. Fortunately, no one could see under the desk (except Tania, who was otherwise occupied) so it appeared that she had just moaned for absolutely no reason.
“Uh...sorry about that.” Mona said, blushing. “I think something bit me.”
“Well are you okay?” asked Mr Williams, impatient to get on with the incredibly dull lesson he had prepared. “Then let’s get on with it,” he replied to Mona’s nod.
Mona waited a few minutes until everyone had forgotten about her sudden outburst, then slowly slipped her hand back into her panties. She had to find out what it was that had caused that amazing reaction in her earlier...she felt around for a bit, until she found a small nub towards the top of her opening. She rubbed that, and the sharp shock of pleasure hit her again. She managed (barely) to conceal it this time, but found herself unable to stop. Her fingers were nice and wet, and the feeling of rubbing herself in the middle of class was amazing. It was so...wrong.
At one point, she caught Mr Williams’ eyes on her, but even then she wasn’t able to stop rubbing herself. It just felt soo good, and she found herself wondering how many other people did it. Her arm was moving quite obviously at this point, but no one else was looking around the room, except for Mr Williams. She bet that Mr Williams masturbated. He probably did it every night. Well, at his age, perhaps not every night. Maybe a few times a year. But perhaps tonight, he would be inspired, and he would masturbate while thinking about her masturbate...
At this, she stuck her other hand down her skirt as well. While she rubbed her clit with her left hand, her right was slowly slipping a finger in and out of her well-lubricated hole.
To her surprise, no one had noticed. She was sitting there in the middle of class, both hands moving in her panties, she was sweating, groaning, biting her lip, and staring blatantly at her teacher. She started to moan slightly, as she inserted another finger into her pussy, slowly sliding it in and out.
She accidentally bumped the boy sitting next to her, as she started to slightly thrash about. She was getting so close to orgasm, and it just felt so good that she couldn’t sit still any more. The boy next to her did a double take, looking at her in surprise, and quickly worked out what she was doing. Mona realised that a single word from this boy could not only get her in more trouble than she could imagine, but completely destroy her, socially.
She kept going.
Mona made eye contact with the boy—Paul, she thought his name was—and shyly grinned at him. To her surprise, he grinned back. Mona wondered briefly if he realised how much social power he had over her at the moment, but this thought left as soon as she saw the bulge in his pants. This caused a fresh wave of fluids to soak through her panties, and she continued to masturbate.
Paul had noticed the longing look that Mona had given his member. He wondered if he could maybe hook up with her after school. The more he thought about it, the harder his erect penis got. He glanced around the room, and was delighted to find that everyone else was too pre-occupied to notice—he was the only person in a room full of 30 who had noticed the teenage girl’s excited masturbation.
He had never even dreamed that he would catch a girl masturbating in class, but there it was in front of him. It was the hottest sight he had ever seen. He wondered if he could get away with it too. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found himself unzipping his jeans.
Mona watched, getting hotter and hotter, as Paul pulled out his cock. She had never seen one before, and was amazed at how red and large it was. She had been playing with herself for 10 minutes now, and wondered how long it took to orgasm. Not that she minded at all, of course; the journey was, in her mind, good enough in itself. Paul wrapped one hand around his cock, and started to pump. Mona was tempted to rip her top off and start playing with her nipples, but it was a miracle that no one had noticed her thus far; she didn’t want to push it any further.
She decided to give her clitoris a rest, and put her right hand up her shirt. With her left index finger still slipping in and out of her wet pussy, she started tweaking her nipples through her bra with her right hand, moaning softly with each tweak, alternating breasts. Paul was having the time of his life just watching her.
The more she thought about the class full of people who were possibly watching her, and the one cute guy who was definitely watching her, she more aroused she got. She thought about it more and more, and got hotter and hotter, but she still couldn’t cum. It was as though there was a glass wall stopping her from cumming; she could see it, taste it, smell it, but couldn’t quite reach it.
Paul was more aroused than he’d ever been in his young life. One of the hottest girls in the school seemed to be completely transfixed with his cock. More than that, it was causing her to emit tiny, almost inaudible squeaks. Within less than a minute of pulling his Johnson out, he was cumming, squirting his sticky seed all over the underside of the desk.
Mona watched, fascinated and highly aroused as Paul came. As soon as she saw him cum, the glass wall smashed, and she found herself cumming as well.
At that moment, Mr Williams knocked a pile of books off his desk. The entire class, with the exception of Mona and Paul, were temporarily distracted. Despite this, and exciting though the prospect was, Mona knew that a screaming orgasm in the middle of class would be social suicide, not to mention possible expulsion or detention as well. So her first ever orgasm was as restrained as she could make it. She bit her lip, hard, and while she couldn’t stop the shudders that overcame her, she managed to avoid making any noise.
Her first orgasm took a good thirty seconds, and it was wonderful. Looking over, she saw that Paul seemed to think so as well—he had a huge grin on his face, as he tucked his penis back into his pants.
Mona was fairly sure that Paul wouldn’t say anything. He’d be in as much trouble as her, and if word got around, she could quite simply deny it. No one else had seen anything, no one else knew that there was anything to see.
After a few minutes, she broke eye contact with Paul, and they both went back to pretending to listen to Mr Williams. Within less than a minute more, Mona was bored again. What’s more, she realised, she was going to be this bored for the rest of the day.
Unless...
She mentally checked her timetable. Next up was Maths, and she was reasonably sure she could get a secluded seat up the back...
Mona was unable to stop herself from grinning. Boredom in class looked like it was going to be a thing of the past. If she could find a buddy like Paul each lesson for the rest of the day, she was sure that they’d be able to amuse themselves...and each other.
The bell for lunch rang, and Mona rushed out, not even stopping to talk to Paul. She went straight for the far stall in the ladies toilets.
20 minutes later, she emerged, looking a little flushed. If you’d looked closely, you would have noticed that she was no longer wearing a bra, but only if you’d looked behind the toilet she’d just emerged from would you have known that she was no longer wearing any panties.