It's third period, introductory to divination magic class at the Mysteria Academy of Magic. Letting out a quiet sigh, I watch as the elderly professor scratches his chalk across the dusty blackboard. The clock mounted to the stone wall ticks at a seemingly glacial pace as he takes an exaggerated pause in front of us before speaking again. "So therefore," Professor Loreius says with raised eyebrow after clearing his throat for what feels like ten minutes now, but probably only took two or three seconds actually time-wise, "let us continue..."
I wince internally, this class is going to drag on forever! I need something, anything to entertain myself with until we get around to casting spells and doing actual magicka training. Glancing around at my class, many of the other students are paying attention and taking notes, or at least pretending to. This classroom groups students into pairs, with two students sitting at each table. Most students are trying their hardest not to fall asleep while others have already nodded off during the lecture. Curious, I look to see how my table partner is fairing.
Sitting next to me is a girl who seems nice enough: she has her long red hair flowing freely down her back. An elven girl, she looks cute in the school uniform, a blue blazer with matching plaid skirt. Her name is Ayliene, a quiet and reserved girl, she doesn't seem to have many, or any friends. She's never spoken much, but then again, neither do I. But all this means is that I have a feeling that I might be able to take advantage of the girl, perhaps molesting this elven cutie will take my mind of this boring class.
Reaching under our shared table, I slowly put my hand on Ayliene's thigh. The young woman jumps slightly upon feeling the heat from my palm against her pale skin. Looking over, I catch eyes darting towards mine nervously before returning them quickly to stare forward blankly ahead, no doubt wondering just what kind of person would try and grope another student right here in a public place. Or maybe they're hoping that I won't continue? Either way, I feel good knowing my prey won't speak up. Now it's time for dinner.
Ayliene doesn't move away as I rub up against her soft thighs lightly, causing me to smile inwardly once more. There was no resistance as I continued to gently knead my fingers along her inner thigh. I watched Ayliene's face as my finger traced around her stockings, watching for any signs that she may object. Nothing yet. In fact, it seemed like the younger elf was still trying to focus on the lecture even as I began rubbing against her legs through her thin tights.