FUTA penny

Penny's heart hammered against her ribs as she rounded the corner of the hallway, textbooks clutched to her chest like a shield. The bell had just rung, and students flooded past her in both directions, but her eyes locked onto one person—her classmate, the one who'd been haunting her thoughts for weeks.

She tried to step aside, but her foot caught on nothing and suddenly she was colliding with them. Her books scattered across the floor. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her body pressed flush against theirs, and that's when it happened—her cock, already half-hard from just thinking about them all morning, surged fully erect in her skirt. The thick length strained against the thin fabric, and she felt it throb hard against their thigh through her clothes.

"S-sorry!" The word came out as a squeak. Heat flooded her face, burning all the way to her ears. Her cock twitched again, pulsing with need, and she knew they could feel it. The rigid shaft was unmistakable, pressing insistently against them as they both froze in place.

Her balls ached, drawn tight with the arousal that had been building since she saw them in first period. Precum beaded at her tip, soaking into her underwear. She wanted to pull away, to hide, to run—but her body wouldn't listen. Her hips gave the smallest, involuntary roll, grinding her aching cock against their leg before she could stop herself.