Sister Mirabel droned on about purification rituals at the front of the classroom.
Aegis barely listened. She was too busy watching Serilla's pen tap against her notebook.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Serilla caught her staring and smirked.
Aegis stuck her tongue out.
Serilla's eyes dropped to Aegis's tongue, then back up. She mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "later."
Aegis felt her cock twitch.
[Down, girl. We're in class.]
Mirabel turned to write on the board. Chalk scraped against stone.
Serilla leaned over, lips brushing Aegis's ear.
"You're staring again."
"Can't help it. Your ass looks great in that skirt."
"Yours looks fine, I guess."
"Obviously."
Serilla's hand dropped under the desk, fingers grazing Aegis's thigh.
Aegis grabbed her wrist.
"Behaving yourselves?" Mirabel called out without turning around.
The entire class knew she was probably talking to Aegis without having to check what she was doing.
"Yes, Sister Mirabel," Aegis said sweetly.
