EXTRACT FOR
Back of the Class
(Lexi Wood)

Jason's hand shoots straight up in the air and he says, "Mr. Lawson, Mimi's touching herself!"

Everybody turns to get a look.

At Mimi.

At me.

"I was just... scratching an itch," I say, but I'm sure they can tell I'm lying.  

My face is on fire, which means it's bright red.  

The girl with the bright red face is guilty of masturbating in class.  

And it's not the first time.  

It's just the first time anybody's noticed.

It's Mr. Lawson's voice, see.  His voice is deep and strong and sexy.  He's old.  Yeah, I get that.  But who cares?  When your eyesight's as lousy as mine, a voice means more than a face.  

Although, I have to admit, I like his face too.  

I can see okay if I get in real close.  And sometimes he lets me get in real close.  Other times he takes a step back until I've got him jammed against the blackboard and there's nowhere else to go.  I'm so tall we almost come face to face.  Almost.  

If I stood on my tiptoes I could kiss him.

Not that he'd let me.

He's a teacher. I'm a student.  Doesn't matter that I'm eighteen and legally an adult.  He'd still lose his job.  

The reason Mr. Lawson reads our textbook aloud instead of giving us silent reading time is mainly because of me, and also because of Vivian because she's dyslexic.  But when he reads, I close my eyes and pretend he's reading only for me.  I pretend the rest of the class is gone.  I pretend we're somewhere else, like on a boat or in front of a roaring fire, somewhere super-romantic like that. 

Now you see why I get so turned on listening to him.  His sexy voice, my sexy fantasies... the combination is bound to get me wet.