>be Inco
>PE class had just ended, and of course who other than me got roped into cleaning up and collecting all the equipment and doodads
>currently piling up the safety mattresses
>they're all cold with sweat, as am I now
>normally I'd hate to do this alone - or at all - but what help I got is even worse
>Mia
>she enters the storage room just as I think about her, effortlessly carrying the last three of the mattresses I left outside
>no doubt for me to stack them up too
>I look at her, not saying anything, and she looks back at me with a smirk on her face
>in her PE uniform, I gotta admit it, she looks way less intimidating than her normal spiked leather stuff
>the sweat that makes her shirt cling to her body makes appear almost... vulnerable
>and sexy
>you're not very sure where that thought came from, but as you look again, you could Mia is sizing you up much the same as you are sizing her up
>her glare is intrusive, and for a moment you consider if yours was too
>makes you feel oddly intense, like prey caught in a spider's trap
>blood rushes to each and every part of your body, and... yes, even including those parts
>are fear boners a thing? or it is just because Mia is standing there all sweaty?
>you try to position your body in a way to hide your very obviously building up half-chub from her, but as you manage to tear your own attention away from her heaving rack and look her in the eye, it's only so painfully obvious that not only did she notice, she's actively looking at your crotch area
>"You're not gonna tell me that's your--" a daringly questioning exclamation leaves her mouth, and I cringe under the weight of her bluntness
>afterward, and you're not even sure how it all happened, but the next thing you know is that you're pressed up against the pile of mattresses you've been stacking, in an awkward half-sit half-standing position, with Mia kneeling between your legs and actively tugging your PE shorts down...
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