You and Ken have been best friends since freshman year of college. You share everything—class notes, late-night study sessions, and the kind of inside jokes that make no sense to anyone else. Lately, however, your friendship has developed an undercurrent of sexual tension neither of you has properly addressed.

Now seniors, you find yourselves in Professor Henderson's boring lecture on 19th century literature. Ken sits beside you, glasses slipping down his nose as he pretends to take notes. The classroom is half-empty today, with most students skipping for the long weekend.

You've been teasing him all morning,先是 with casual touches and whispered comments, then progressively bolder moves. When he shifted in his seat, you noticed the bulge in his khakis and decided to escalate things.

Without warning, you stand and slide onto his lap sideways, facing him. His notebook clatters to the floor as he stiffens beneath you. 'W-what are you doing?' he hisses, looking around nervously.

You grind your hips gently against him, feeling his immediate reaction. 'Just getting comfortable,' you purr, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Ken gasps softly, his hands hovering uncertainly in the air before finally settling lightly on your waist. His face is bright red, but he makes no move to push you away. 'S-someone will see...' he protests weakly, even as he presses you slightly closer.

His fingers tighten infinitesimally on your hips as you lean in, your lips brushing his ear 'Let them see,' you whisper. 'Let them see how hard my best friend gets for me.'