Classmates Pen Novels & Stories

My pussy aches from the sharp surface of the pen which just turned me on more. Gosh! I'm gonna come in class. My clit was pulsing, hole clenching around the intruding pen. "That's uh....that's all for today. Class dismissed." He mutters, voice strained, as his eyes trailed my parted pussy. What the hell!!!! We still had five fucking minutes. I was so close. I yanked the pen out with a wet pop, he flinches at it. Inspecting the pen, filthy slime clinged onto it, dripping off the body.

Ethan entered the school premises and headed straight to class. He settled into his seat for Accounting; since he was the only one among his friends taking the course, he sat alone, trying to concentrate. However, he could feel stares coming at him from every angle of the room. It was suffocating. When his pen slipped off his desk and rolled away, he stretched to pick it up, but a female coursemate beat him to it. He looked at her, forcing a small, polite smile. "Thanks for helping me. Can I have my pen back?"

he added. I looked back at my classmates, who were also looking at me. After that, they quickly looked away and avoided my eyes as if they had never done this to Steven's paper. I am going to kill you guys later! Why is this my fault when I did my best to help them answer it too? They should be sorry for me! I looked at his paper and finally noticed the nice penmanship and clean composition. It has no erasure. Just a clear paper with good writing. "How can you have such nice handwriting when you are a boy?" I asked while sitting beside him.

Everything about this school whispered legacy—polished, rehearsed, expensive. I tapped my pen against my notebook, more interested in the sound than whatever Ms. Penrose was droning on about at the front. Her cursive handwriting scrawled across the whiteboard, looping out a list of names. “Partner assignments,” she said, not bothering to turn around. “These are final.” I scanned the board. Found my name. And then his. Montgomery + Kingsley Of course. He sat three rows away from me, back straight, tie perfect, like he’d been cut out of a catalog for “brooding genius.” Hair neatly parted, dark lashes low over whatever book he was reading.

I swiftly pulled out my blue pen, leaned against the examiner's desk, and wrote down my name at the top of the answer sheet. "Done," I said, my lips curling in a smile, and he accepted my answer sheet and skimmed it. "Good. You can take your leave outside and do not wander off," he dismissed me, and I smiled and walked out of the class full of hundreds of students. I realized that some students who had been absent showed up, and they made the class crowded. Meanwhile, Veronica rose to her feet next, as if it were a writing challenge. She strutted over to meet the examiner, her face stoic as she handed him her answer sheet.

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My new classmate. She huffs before taking out her books from her backpack. When she opens her pencil case, she looks surprised that she can't find anything she can use to take notes. "Here." I smile, lending her one of my pens. She looks up at me with an expression I can't describe, but more like astonishment. "Thanks." She grins. "Anytime," I say as the lecturer enters the class, shifting our attention and leaving us no choice but to drop our first conversation.