Cady didn’t wear panties to class again. And there she was, sitting on the front row while he attempted to compute equations on the whiteboard. Her wavy blonde hair fell over her face as she took notes with her legs splayed apart, but he could still see part of her smirk.
Last time she did this, he feigned a headache to put his desk between his dick and the class, but Damon knew that he couldn’t keep pulling that one off. So he stood his ground. “Raleigh, Des Moines, Nashville.” Damon tried to think of as many state capitals as he could during pauses to let his students take notes. He wanted to keep his cock from standing at attention, but it was no use. He could even feel the wetness of the pre-cum gathering at the tip. And Cady was trying to keep from laughing.
The class felt like the longest one that Damon had ever taught. He tried to spend most of his time facing toward the whiteboard, but he could tell that a couple of the other girls noticed his predicament. They were whispering to each other in the back. Luckily, they had no idea why. He was the only one who could see up Cady’s skirt.