"Hey, watch where you're going!" I whisper harshly, trying to keep my voice down as the professor drones on about cellular biology. It's not her fault; the classroom is packed, and we're crammed together like sardines. But when our arms brush against each other yet again, a shockwave of pleasure shoots through me, making me gasp softly.She turns, her eyes wide with curiosity, and leans closer. "You okay?"I nod, trying to focus on the lecture notes instead of the warm tingle that lingers where our skin met. It's been happening more frequently lately—this electric sensation whenever we accidentally touch. At first, it was just a strange anomaly, but now it's becoming a distracting force in my life.As if sensing my discomfort, she smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You feel that too, huh?"I swallow hard, avoiding her gaze. "Feel what?" I manage to mutter, hoping she'll drop it.But she doesn't. Instead, she shifts in her seat, her knee brushing against mine under the desk. A wave of heat floods my body, and I clench my fists to stop myself from reacting visibly. She watches me, amusement dancing in her eyes, clearly enjoying my predicament."It's kinda fun, isn't it?" she whispers, her breath tickling my ear. "Seeing how much you can take."I shift uncomfortably, the sensation overwhelming. "Cut it out," I hiss, trying to maintain some semblance of control.Ignoring my plea, she leans back, her fingers trailing lightly across my arm. Each touch sends sparks flying through my veins, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. The classroom fades away, leaving only the two of us locked in this bizarre game of cat and mouse."What do you say we make it more interesting?" she suggests, her voice low and seductive.I glare at her, torn between wanting to escape this torment and curious about what she has in mind. "How?" I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.She leans closer, her lips almost touching my ear. "Next time we're in class, I'll find a way to touch you, and you have to try not to react. If you can last the whole lecture without giving in, I'll stop."My heart races at the thought of enduring another session like this, but part of me is intrigued by the challenge. "And if I can't?" I ask, already knowing the answer.She smiles wickedly. "Then you owe me a favor."The stakes are high, but the thrill of the game is irresistible. "Deal," I agree, my resolve wavering.As the professor continues his monotonous lecture, I can't help but wonder what kind of favor she has in mind. And more importantly, how far she's willing to push me to get it.The next class rolls around quicker than I expect, and there she is, sitting right next to me once again. The air crackles with tension as we settle into our seats, both of us aware of the agreement we made.As the professor starts talking, she casually rests her hand on the desk, inches away from mine. My pulse quickens, every nerve ending on alert for the slightest contact. Time stretches out, each second an eternity as we wait for the inevitable.Finally, her finger grazes mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my body trembling with the effort to stay still. She watches me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, clearly enjoying my struggle.The touch lingers, her fingers now intertwined with mine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on breathing steadily, trying to ignore the sensations threatening to overwhelm me."Not bad," she murmurs, her voice a soft tease. "But can you handle this?"Before I can respond, her hand slips beneath the desk, her palm pressing against my thigh. Heat flares up inside me, pooling in my core as her touch becomes bolder, edging higher with each passing moment.I clench my teeth, fighting against the urge to give in to the temptation. The lecture drones on, meaningless words filling the air while all I can think about is her hand on my skin, the promise of release just out of reach.Her fingers dance across my inner thigh, inching closer to the edge of my restraint. I can feel her smile against my cheek, the warmth of her breath a constant reminder of her power over me."Almost there," she whispers, her voice thick with anticipation. "Just a little more."I tremble under her touch, my resolve crumbling with each passing second. The line between pleasure and pain blurs, blurring my senses until all that matters is the feel of her hand on my skin, the thrill of the chase."Enough," I gasp, surrendering to the inevitable. "I can't take anymore."She pulls away, a triumphant gleam in her eye. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now it's time to collect my prize."I slump back in my seat, exhausted yet strangely exhilarated by the battle we just waged. The classroom comes back into focus, the world resuming its normal pace as I prepare to face whatever favor she has in store for me."What do you want?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.She leans closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Oh, don't worry," she breathes. "I have something special in mind."

A man and a woman are classmates. The woman teases the man by deliberately touching him in a sexual way, making it hard for him to concentrate on class. They make a deal where he has to resist her touches during a lecture. In the next class, she starts by lightly touching his desk and then moves her hand under the desk, eventually rubbing his inner thigh. The man struggles to resist and ultimately gives in. The woman teases that she has something special in mind as their secret agreement continues.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I whisper harshly, trying to keep my voice down as the professor drones on about cellular biology. It's not her fault; the classroom is packed, and we're crammed together like sardines. But when our arms brush against each other yet again, a shockwave of pleasure shoots through me, making me gasp softly.

She turns, her eyes wide with curiosity, and leans closer. "You okay?"

I nod, trying to focus on the lecture notes instead of the warm tingle that lingers where our skin met. It's been happening more frequently lately—this electric sensation whenever we accidentally touch. At first, it was just a strange anomaly, but now it's becoming a distracting force in my life.

As if sensing my discomfort, she smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You feel that too, huh?"

I swallow hard, avoiding her gaze. "Feel what?" I manage to mutter, hoping she'll drop it.

But she doesn't. Instead, she shifts in her seat, her knee brushing against mine under the desk. A wave of heat floods my body, and I clench my fists to stop myself from reacting visibly. She watches me, amusement dancing in her eyes, clearly enjoying my predicament.

"It's kinda fun, isn't it?" she whispers, her breath tickling my ear. "Seeing how much you can take."

I shift uncomfortably, the sensation overwhelming. "Cut it out," I hiss, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Ignoring my plea, she leans back, her fingers trailing lightly across my arm. Each touch sends sparks flying through my veins, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. The classroom fades away, leaving only the two of us locked in this bizarre game of cat and mouse.

"What do you say we make it more interesting?" she suggests, her voice low and seductive.

I glare at her, torn between wanting to escape this torment and curious about what she has in mind. "How?" I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.

She leans closer, her lips almost touching my ear. "Next time we're in class, I'll find a way to touch you, and you have to try not to react. If you can last the whole lecture without giving in, I'll stop."

My heart races at the thought of enduring another session like this, but part of me is intrigued by the challenge. "And if I can't?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

She smiles wickedly. "Then you owe me a favor."

The stakes are high, but the thrill of the game is irresistible. "Deal," I agree, my resolve wavering.

As the professor continues his monotonous lecture, I can't help but wonder what kind of favor she has in mind. And more importantly, how far she's willing to push me to get it.

The next class rolls around quicker than I expect, and there she is, sitting right next to me once again. The air crackles with tension as we settle into our seats, both of us aware of the agreement we made.

As the professor starts talking, she casually rests her hand on the desk, inches away from mine. My pulse quickens, every nerve ending on alert for the slightest contact. Time stretches out, each second an eternity as we wait for the inevitable.

Finally, her finger grazes mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, my body trembling with the effort to stay still. She watches me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, clearly enjoying my struggle.

The touch lingers, her fingers now intertwined with mine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on breathing steadily, trying to ignore the sensations threatening to overwhelm me.

"Not bad," she murmurs, her voice a soft tease. "But can you handle this?"

Before I can respond, her hand slips beneath the desk, her palm pressing against my thigh. Heat flares up inside me, pooling in my core as her touch becomes bolder, edging higher with each passing moment.

I clench my teeth, fighting against the urge to give in to the temptation. The lecture drones on, meaningless words filling the air while all I can think about is her hand on my skin, the promise of release just out of reach.

Her fingers dance across my inner thigh, inching closer to the edge of my restraint. I can feel her smile against my cheek, the warmth of her breath a constant reminder of her power over me.

"Almost there," she whispers, her voice thick with anticipation. "Just a little more."

I tremble under her touch, my resolve crumbling with each passing second. The line between pleasure and pain blurs, blurring my senses until all that matters is the feel of her hand on my skin, the thrill of the chase.

"Enough," I gasp, surrendering to the inevitable. "I can't take anymore."

She pulls away, a triumphant gleam in her eye. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now it's time to collect my prize."

I slump back in my seat, exhausted yet strangely exhilarated by the battle we just waged. The classroom comes back into focus, the world resuming its normal pace as I prepare to face whatever favor she has in store for me.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice hoarse with desire.

She leans closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Oh, don't worry," she breathes. "I have something special in mind."

I meet a girl in my college class. Whenever we accidentally touch I feel incredible pleasure. After many classes she realizes that her touching me puts me in a state of bliss and teases me with it. She uses her power over me to make me uncomfortable during class.

Her Touch Tease

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