Then she stood with her feet apart, slowly raised her arms, and clasped her hands behind her head, feeling her breasts rise as she did so, enjoying the effect she knew this would have on the boys.
She saw that several of them were now rubbing themselves with only minimal attempts at concealment—a notebook held over the lap; a shirt-front pulled out—as they stared at her breasts, at the wetness between her legs.
It made her feel like the sexiest girl on earth.
She saw one boy in the back row trying to surreptitiously edge his chair closer to the girl sitting next to his. Saw his hand join hers under her skirt. Saw her suddenly sit straight up, eyes wide, as if she’d received an electric shock. Saw her look sideways at the boy, alarmed…then slowly close her eyes. Saw her knees drift a little further apart. Jane smiled.
