“N-no,” I stammer, my legs shaking. My orgasm builds higher, coiling tight, ready to explode at any second.

I see her nod, a bit of suspicion in her gaze as she sits back, watching me.

And then, as she looks on, I feel it.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

A rush of pleasure surges through me, starting from my core and radiating outwards. My hips twitch, and I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop from crying out.

I come hard, right there, with my best friend looking on.

My panties are drenched. The waves of my orgasm crash through me, leaving me gasping and shaking. My heart pounds so loudly that it feels like everyone must hear it. My clit throbs as I ride out my release, each wave of pleasure washing over me.

I try to keep a straight face, not to let on what's happening, but Annie's eyes stay fixed on me the whole time. She must see the shudder in my breath, the tension in my body, the way my fingers grip the edge of my desk. I'm sure she knows, even if she's unsure how.

As my orgasm subsides, leaving me breathless and shaking, I glance around anxiously, terrified someone else has noticed. But everyone is focused on the lecture, their faces a sea of boredom or interest, nothing more.

I look at Annie, and our eyes lock for a moment. Her face mixes curiosity and something else I can't quite place.

“Are you sure you're okay?” she mouths, leaning close again, her hand resting lightly on my arm.

The touch makes my body tremble. I nod, trying to seem nonchalant. “Just... not feeling well.”

Her brow furrows, and her eyes search my face. “Maybe you should see the nurse,” she says softly.

I shake my head, a nervous laugh escaping me. “No, really. It’s... nothing.”

Annie opens her mouth to say more, but then Mrs. Thompson dismisses us, her voice cutting through the quiet of the classroom like a gunshot. Chairs scrape on the linoleum as my classmates get up and start packing their bags.

Annie gives me another curious look. “You'd tell me if something's wrong, right?”

“Of course,” I assure her, grabbing my backpack. As I stand, the wet fabric of my panties clings to my skin, sending a fresh shiver of pleasure through me.

We start making our way out of the room. Annie's arm brushes mine, and I must not shudder visibly.

Annie is my closest friend, and telling her what happened makes me cringe. She knows me better than anyone, but I can't imagine how she'd react if I told her that I just had an orgasm during our history lecture.

The idea of it makes my face heat up.