Art class Feeling - Sex Stories

Art class Feeling

... never did that. Frankly, I took this as a challenge. The next day at school when no one was directly looking a slapped her right cheek. She followed up by swinging her hand back and grabbing my dick through my shorts. After a conversation in an art class, we decided to make it a competition. The person who could grab the other person's junk the most won. So after school we began walking home. Our bus stop was on the other side of a shopping centre and neither of our busses came for another hour so we decided to just walk around for a bit. We walked through the shops continuously grabbing each other. She ended up winning as she was way more confident than I was. We ended catching busses in different directions and so texting took the place of actual talking. We ended up talking about the competition and how the both of us both enjoyed the thrill of being able to be caught at any point. Things ended up continuing like this for a while. In the previously mentioned art class one day, Katherine and I began our competition. We sat next to each other so in theory it should've been pretty easy. However, there was a third person on our table. Not only that but the brain dead moron who sat in front of us had a habit of turning around and staring at us as if he were apart of the conversation. So most of the time we were secretly grabbing each other under the desk through each others pants. This was until Katherine discovered that one of the shelves of pottery made by a class had a lot ...

... of dust on it. She wiped her hand in the dust until she had a decent amount on her hand. She walked over to me and blatantly grabbed my dick in front of the third guy on the table. She pulled off and left a clear as day handprint over my crotch. This meant war. I wiped my hand in the dust and grabbed her firm ass and left and handprint for everyone to see. This went on for a couple of weeks before stuff starting heating up again. The two of us wandered around the class looking for more dust to grope the other person with, We ended up in a storage room at the back of the class. Because the art teachers wanted stuff to dry in the storage room, the door was to remain closed unless your going in or out, Down in a corner was another pottery shelf. Thankfully I noticed it first and subtly wiped my hands over it. I walked back over to Katherine and got within half a foot of her. I looked her in the eyes and with one hand groped her boob and with the other her vag, leaving hand prints on the clothing over both places. This made it less of a competition between us and more of a challenge to see how far we could go without being caught. So through a long process I had broken my phone and wouldn't be getting it back for multiple weeks. This meant that over the next few weeks I didn't get my daily nudes from Katherine. This also meant I was almost always horny when I was around Katherine. This was especially true when she wore a skirt. My schools skirts supposedly have a problem with the ...