Chapter 64. A Little Present.
As class was dismissed for break, he felt Rebecca’s hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t forget to register for dance class,” she whispered, with a mischievous grin.
“I’m going now,” he replied, irritably. Her reaction to his weekend’s adventures was not what he had been expecting. Whilst he was relieved she wasn’t throwing a fit, there was a tiny part of him found it slightly annoying she seemed so relaxed about the whole thing. Amused, in fact.
The truth was, Rebecca knew the four younger girls were simply having a bit of fun with him. She might have been tempted to do the same in their position. And she found his embarrassment rather adorable. But had she known Nikki was also involved, she would not have been so complacent.
When he returned after break, Nikki was already in her seat. Rebecca and Valerie were chatting and giggling behind her, presumably, thought Philip, about him. He took his seat. Nikki turned her head and smiled at him again, with a naughty twinkle in her eye. She was being agreeable today. Probably heard all about last night, and going to tease me about it at lunch, he thought.
Miss Waters spent the first period after break continuing her lecture on the nineteenth century novel, while the second was for the class to finish its assignments. Philip was slightly surprised to see that Nikki had apparently completed hers already; she was flicking through her notebook, apparently checking over the punctuation. Not like her, he thought. She really wasn’t her usual taciturn, lazy self today. He himself was nearly done. Just one more paragraph. He began to write. But he had hardly put pen to paper when he was arrested by a gentle touch on his right leg. He looked down. Nikki had rested her left hand on his thigh, just below the hem of his skirt. He looked at her, bemused. She smiled sweetly, and whispered, “just carry on with what you’re doing.” He blushed and blinked shyly. But he remembered Jennifer’s admonition, and did as he was told. His mind was racing. He held his breath. Her cool fingers rested lightly on his bare flesh. Out of the corner of his eye, he registered that she had painted her nails a bright red, to match her lipstick. She moved her hand an inch higher. Was she going to…? Surely not. She wouldn’t dare…not here.
But she would. Steadily but inexorably her hand disappeared under Philip’s skirt. He felt her fingernails playfully scratching at the inside of his right thigh. Then her fingers moved slowly up the leg of his panties. Now he was trembling. He put down his pen and went to grab her wrist. But at once she dug her nails into his flesh and gave him a warning glare. He replaced his hand, biting his lip in consternation. Her face regained its former composure, and her nails withdrew. Philip, however, was far from composed. The mere presence of Nikki’s hand under his skirt had been enough to arouse him again, and now he felt her beginning to explore his underclothes. She slid her fingers into his panties, but finding the unexpected skin of fine latex beneath the satin, hesitated for a moment before moving on and locating the vertical mound of his tumescent member. Satisfied it was where it should be, she withdrew her hand and this time burrowed under the latex until she felt the object of her quest itself. Finding it neatly packaged as her friends had promised, she allowed herself a quiet smile of satisfaction. By this time Philip was in a state of panic. Despite the fact he knew there was no escape, he was now sitting bolt upright, pressing his buttocks into the back of his chair in the wild hope of impeding any further progress. His attempt at self-defence was ineffective, however. Without further ado, she curled her fingers around the smooth shaft, and slid the whole thing deftly out of its confinement.
Philip closed his eyes and bit his lip. He could feel her coolly arranging it along the inside of his thigh, for maximum accessibility. He held down the hem of his skirt with his left hand, and checked the rest of the class. They were all working away with their eyes on their books. And thank goodness Rebecca’s view would be blocked by her desk. Nikki meanwhile, having accomplished the first stage of her plan, calmly relinquished her new plaything to ask a question. The same hand that had just been exploring Philip’s panties was now raised in the air. The class glanced over. It was not often Nikki made any contribution to an English lesson. She was looking glamorous today, some of them noticed. And Philip…he looked rather flushed.
“Miss? Can I ask…how many novels did Hardy write?”
“Oh, I’m not sure. Let me check.” Miss Waters was gratified by Nikki’s sudden interest in the subject. “I think…I think eighteen full novels. But he also wrote a lot of poetry, which you really should look at. Does that help?”
“Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.”
Nikki pretended to focus on her assignment, but her hand slipped under Philip’s skirt and returned to his thigh. He was trying to continue with that final paragraph, but his writing kept slipping off the line. The constriction from the neck of the condom and the leg of his panties combined was making him very hard and very hot. So when Nikki ventured to touch him with her fingertips, he had to bite his finger to keep from letting out a groan of pleasure. The touch became a caress, the caress a gentle massage. He was breathing heavily.
“Good boy,” she whispered, soothingly. “Just relax…”
Resistance was futile. Philip leant forward with his elbow on his desk, supporting his head on his left hand as if he were working, and using it to hide his face. Nikki’s hand worked rhythmically, gently squeezing and pulling, as if she were milking an udder. At first, Philip tried to resist, to focus his mind on other things. But after a couple of minutes the will to fight was overwhelmed, and he sank into a state of almost drugged sensuality. He had a distant sense of guiltiness, but the pleasure was so intense that eventually he gave himself up to it entirely. Rebecca noticed he seemed oddly afflicted, and wondered if he were in pain. She thought she should ask him at lunchtime if he was feeling all right. Because of his recent abstention, when it came, his orgasm was shattering. But he clamped his teeth together and somehow managed to stifle a cry, though he was unable to prevent emitting a sort of squeak and jolting his desk violently. Miss Waters looked up.
“Philip? Are you all right?” He looked very red in the face, and his eyes were shut. “Philip?”
He opened his eyes. “Yes…yes, miss,” he gasped. “Just…just, er, hit my knee on the desk…that’s all.”
“Oh. I see. Well, if you’re sure…”
Miss Waters half suspected a repeat of his previous faux pas, but she decided discretion was now the best course. Poor boy, if he suffered such feelings…then who was she to interfere? He’d get over it in time, no doubt.
Nikki kept her hand in place until Philip evinced signs of recovery. Then with a final squeeze, she slid the condom off and wrapped the top around one finger. “Feel better, Philip?” she whispered. “Looks like you needed that,” she added, weighing it in her hand. “It's all right. You don't have to thank me.”
When she was satisfied no-one was looking, she took from her bag a short length of red ribbon. This she tied around the top, knotted it tightly, and added a bow. Then she fished out a little red gift carton – the sort you put jewellery in. She dropped the condom in, and sealed the top. The she wrote a tie-on gift label. Philip watched as she did so. “You owe me a drink, Rebecca.” This she attached to the carton.
At the end of the lesson, Nikki made a quick exit. But not before placing a little red gift pack on Rebecca’s desk.
“This is from me, darling. Oh, and Philip.”
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