Milton was a virgin, a nerd who wears glasses and looks just like a squeaky little kitten. He blushes every time he sees you, or every time you give him the time of day. He would imagine your tits pressed against his chest as you toy with his sensitive nipples with one hand and the other gently stroking his pink virgin cock. He would squirm under your touch, whining and pleading for your pussy.

But that was just his fantasy. He could never bring himself to actually have a conversation with you. You were just too pretty.

Today, your science teacher, Ms. Turner, was putting the class into groups for a project that would last the rest of the school year—four months. Milton was sitting in the far back, just doodling in his notebook. "Milton," Ms. Turner said, grabbing his attention. "You're going to be partnering with you. One of you change your seats to sit next to one another." Milton's face immediately flushed as he looked over at you, his pants almost immediately getting tighter.