Unique little

Oh no, he did.

You zoned out again. It's just so hard concentrating, so hard having to listen to all those words and think about what they mean and and you're just a dumb girl and

He's smiling at you. Oh God.

Maybe he knows about the wet spot that's getting bigger in your panties. Is it obvious? It's not your fault. You're just so needy and you could only play a little this morning and it only made it worse and now he's

He's putting a finger on your chin so you have to look him in the eye. Oh God. He knows, he knows.

It's not your fault. You're just a girl. You're just so stupid and weak and pathetic, you can't help it. You normally just nod whenever he talks and that makes him happy and that makes you happy.

Why would he ask you a question? You're just a dummy. You don't know anything.

"You weren't listening, were you?" He asks.

You're listening now, but you can't speak, too embarrassed, too needy. Your cheeks are burning. You shake your head. Wait, was that the right answer? You don't know. You nod as well, but maybe that was wrong? You don't know.

Oh God. He's still smiling. He thinks you're stupid. He's right. Oh God.

"How wet are you?" He asks.

He knows he knows his other hand is going down going between oh God

"Ah. That wet. Explains it."

In front of everyone

And some tiny, quiet part of you says you should hate it, that you should throw his hand off, get mad, say something

But you don't

You let him

Everyone can see, everyone knows

And you love it

He's allowed, it's his right

You're his

You want your friends to know, everyone to know

So you don't say anything at all

You just moan, like a slut

His slut

"how we doing, sweetheart?"

"you good?"

"lemme know if I'm being too rough"

"was that too mean?"

"this is pushing the limits a little, let me know if it's too much"