This short story assumes we’re not quite done with Covid yet, and that society is going to have to make some important changes. Enjoy!
For me, Masturbation Session is right after Geometry. Just like in high schools everywhere, the room is always warm, so its fine taking off everything but our masks. When it first started, I was a little concerned about the boys, and the other girls, seeing my floppy breasts, but I eventually got over it. Especially since Georgette’s breasts are floppier than mine.
I’m as horny a kid as the others, most of the time. But like everyone, I have my days when I really don’t want to rub my vagina. I just do some homework on my Chromebook or something.
On this particular day, I was especially horny. I had an orgasm as I watched Jerome, the tall boy next to me squirt cum on his belly. He knew I was watching, so he made a real show of grunting and arching his back.
Still horny, I turned my attention to Kyle, on my left. He’s a real dreamboat! He was wanking away, and something naughty just came over me. I scooted my mat over, reached out, and replaced his hand with mine. I just wrapped my fingers around his penis. His expression was pure joy. The teacher, not so much! Of course she saw me. I was in so much trouble!
In the principal’s office, she told me that the whole reason for Masturbation Class was to keep our horniness under control. By masturbating, we relieve some pressure so we don’t act in incorrect ways out of horniness. Mostly, it works quite well. There has been less teen pregnancy. Fewer cases of STDs. Even less drinking and drugs. And, most important, fewer violations of social distancing.
Like everyone, I knew all that. It’s been drilled into us for five years, since this Covid-19 thing started. And what had I done? It wasn’t that I touched Kyle’s penis. It was that I got right next to him.
Well, I got detention for a week. I guess I won’t do that again!