I couldn't believe no one was in class. It was the day of the annual Alton Towers trip which, of course, me coming from the strictest family in the world wasn't allowed to attend. When I got into my first period class, Ancient Greek, that morning, I was dismayed to find that even my teacher wasn't in. I spent the first 5 minutes of the class with my headphones clamped on my head and half asleep, it wasn't until I noticed the shadow on my left that I realised I wasn't as lone as I thought.

It was Stefan, he's in the year above me and because both our classes are so small, we'd been chucked in the same room. I turned off my music and waved a half greeting, I didn't know him well enough to do much else. He waved back and sat down next to me, removing his books from his bag.

"You're going to do work?"

He looked up at me, a half smile on his face.

"Yeah... aren't you?"

Of course I bloody wasn't, I didn't even have my bag on me but instead of pointing out this fact, I just shook my head.

"Do you have anything better we can do?"

He had this weird look on his face, kind of a half leer, half grin. I tried to ignore it but I can't admit it was something I was used to. Guys generally didn't look at me, well, if they did, I wasn't aware of it. I wasn't bad looking, just so incredibly shy that people barely noticed me. I had dark brown hair, long and it curled down my back, my skin was fair and my eyes, well, I'd been told my eyes were special; they were large almond shapes, with a bright blue iris. My body? Well, it was very well developed for my 15 years; I had large breasts, though I hid them under loose shirts, a small waist and long legs. I guess I could have been cute at best.

"Fiona? You still haven't answered me."

"I'm fine listening to music." I squeaked.

"Are you sure?"

He got out of his chair and came and stood, his crotch right at my face, I blushed and tried to turn away but he grabbed my wrist and slowly, oh so slowly, moved it over to his crotch, I'll admit, he was so incredibly magnetising that I didn't hold back much, suddenly, I felt my hand graze the bulge at the front of his jeans and I heard him let out a gentle moan. I ran my hand over it again and I noticed I'd done something he liked.

"Fiona... don't stop."

I stroked it again a few more times till I decided I had to touch his bare skin, I gently unpopped his jeans and pulled them down, followed by his boxers. His cock was already hard enough to cut rock with but I carried on stroking, following his directions till I head him let out a large gasp and my hand was covered in wet warm sticky stuff.