Chapter 2: Class Pervert

The second semester had just started and once we were seated I thought that I heard someone messing around in the small lab room directly behind our classroom.

There was a door leading to it right behind the lab table where Robin and I sat with blinds that were always shut. I’d taken a brief peek in there shortly after classes had started to quench my curiosity but since then I’d never ventured back into the room. It was not much more than an oversize closet with some lab equipment and a sink.

Today was the first sign I’d ever seen or heard that anyone ever used the mysterious back room. The door opened briefly and Mark, the senior class nerd, stepped out and went to Mr. Miller’s office. Mark was so far ahead of everyone else that apparently he spent most of his time in self-study classes since he’d already aced all the regular classes in his junior year. Mark was the perfect image of the school nerd; short and dorky looking, shy to the point of being afraid of girls, and always managed to dress funny without even trying. It would’ve shocked me if he wasn’t still a virgin as I’d never heard of anyone ever going out with him. He was always quiet as a church mouse and after the first week or so I had forgotten all about him. One day when we were getting ready for class, Robin looked at me and giggled a bit.

“What’s so funny Robin?? I asked. I looked down at my clothes and asked, “OK, did I spill something on my blouse?”

Robin giggled again and shook her head. Then I noticed that her eyes were pointing to the rear lab room. She leaned over and whispered to me, “Did you know that nerd Mark has been watching us from the lab room? I’ve noticed that the blinds move a little whenever I let my skirt ride up.”

I looked at her with wide eyes and said, “You’ve got to be kidding! What do you think he’s doing?”

“Well,” Robin replied with a sly grin, “I think the little pervert’s jerking off while watching the two of us through the blinds.”

Then she gave me a sly grin and asked, “So what do you say? Want to help me tease the stupid peeping Tom?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Robin gave me a truly wicked grin saying, “Just make sure you wear a short skirt tomorrow and follow my lead.”

The class was about to begin so we had to be quiet. Sitting there trying to pay attention to Mr. Miller, my mind kept wandering to what Robin had said. I had to admit I was intrigued and during the rest of the class I felt more than a bit turned on as I dreamed up various possibilities. It didn’t hurt that Robin was going to be involved. As much as I loved to tease boys, even I could probably learn some lessons from Robin.