TREVOR AT THE WHITEBOARD

Trevor had drifted off into an intense daydream about his fellow classmate Coreen in the middle of their Algebra class. The ensemble of a pink low cut spaghetti string top sparked the fantasy and tight denim jeans that she had decided to wear that day. The day outside was unusually warm for the time of year and had all the girls showing a little skin. It was surprising Trevor could still have some focus on his studies as the daydream now involved all of the girls in Mrs. Ortega's classroom. 

Mrs. Ortega was at the whiteboard, helping the class do peer edits on the homework assignment due that day. Trevor was editing Kyle's paper, who sat behind him, and not really checking his work more just checking if he got the right answer.  This was a practice Mrs. Ortega frowned upon forever reminding students to review the work and add notes if they had gotten it wrong. The act of subordination on Trevor's part was due to him being thoroughly caught up in wondering what Coreen would look like topless. Going as far as dreaming of undoing her bra with one hand. 

It was at this point that Mrs. Ortega decided to start calling students to work out problems on the whiteboard and her first selection was Trevor. Who knew why she chose him, maybe she felt he could solve the problem, perhaps she just sensed Trevor wasn't doing what he was supposed to, or it could have been the glazed over look in his eyes as he looked out the window. 

The sound of his name snapped him back to reality. He had missed the workings of the two previous problems and scrambled to figure out where the class was. Mrs. Ortega asked again, pointing to the board a draw erase pen in her hand. In most cases like this, Trevor would play the back or try and avoid eye contact with Mrs. O to not get selected for the humiliation of working out an Algebraic equation in front of the class. This time the jig was up. 

He looked around finding his place and began to get up frantic still caught up in his afternoon fantasy. He then realized he was in full hard-on mode and knew standing up any more he might just put someone's eye out on his way to the whiteboard. So he stalled, halfway standing up, pulling his shirt down in front of him as he looked over Kyle's paper for how to work the problem in hopes his excited member might subside. Mrs. O urged him to make it quick and stood up homework in hand using it as a fig leaf covering himself up as he awkwardly walked the aisle to the whiteboard. 

Mrs. O handed him the marker and asked him to perform the work for the problem. Nervous as all hell that the classroom would catch a glimpse of his protruding bulge in his pants, he stood legs crossed and stared at the board. He then realized all he had to do was copy what Kyle had written on his paper, be it right or wrong, it was an exercise. Trevor proceeded with the plan only wanting to get back to his desk and be aroused in peace. 

So he jotted it all down swiftly and turned to Mrs. Ortega fidgeting from head to toe again with Kyle's homework in front of him along with the draw erase pen. Mrs. Ortega looked over the worked-out problem asking the class if it was correct and worked out properly. The students were silent as Mrs. Ortega approached the board standing next to Trevor. She then reached for the draw erase pen focusing on the board only to brush up against Trevor's hand and bulge leaving them both a bit more than surprised.