"...Oh! You know what, I don't want to spoil it for you," Cierra finished. Derek eyed her suspiciously. A devious grin on her face gave him the impression that she was up to no good. "So, let me just do this real quick," the girl continued. She unfurled her hand from on top of Derek, who immediately stood up. He was considering running away, but stretched instead. "Maybe if I just play along for now, they'll let me get back to work later," Derek reasoned. Cierra then picked Derek up and brought him to her lips.
*MWAH*
"What the hell?" Derek exclaimed. He wiped his face from a drop of spit from the giant girl's kiss. Looking down and inspecting himself, Derek realized he got a bit of Cierra's lipstick on him. He peered back at the girl, who was still smiling. "Just to mark you and make sure we can tell where you are. Also, we have to let others know that you aren't theirs," Cierra explained. There were plenty of things Derek could point out wrong with what she had just said, but he chose not to. "Anyways, I'm going to give you to Bri. Have fun! I'll see you later, little man." Cierra tossed Derek over to her friend. "Why hello," the hazel-eyed student welcomed. "I have a quest for you. You see that girl sitting in front of me?" Derek looked forward. A smaller girl had her head down sitting on her folded arms on her desk. It was clear she was not engaged with the class. "Uh, yeah? What about her?" he asked. "Well..." trailed Bri. Before she said anything else, Bri reached out to the girl's leggings and gently pulled them back, doing her best not to disturb the ill-focused girl. "What are you doing?" Derek called. Bri could hardly contain her laughter and only shook her head at the little guy as she then dropped him into the back of the girl's leggings. "No, no!" Derek cried. He landed softly between a soft cushion and the legging fabric. To his front was the padded cheek of the student. To his back was the legging fabric. And then light faded as Bri closed the girl's leggings back up. "Son of a bitch," Derek grumbled. "This was the challenge? To escape a sleeping girl's butt? I should write them up for this." He was at least thankful that he landed outside of the girl's underwear. Derek knew that things would be extremely sensitive and difficult to manage had he gone into her underwear. Nonetheless, the girl's leggings were tight. Derek was strapped pretty well against the unaware student's left cheek. He now had to figure out how to get out before the end of the period.
*GRAB*
*PULL*
*SQUEEZE*
For the first few minutes of Derek's ascent, he slowly and graciously grabbed at the underwear he was pressed against. He wanted to make sure he didn't tickle or otherwise bother the unaware girl. Doing so successfully, Derek managed to find himself about halfway to the leggings waistband in a rather short amount of time. However, the girl then sat up in her chair and stretched upwards.
*SQUEEEZE*
"MMPH!" Derek muffled. His whole body indented into the girl's cheek, the leggings being pulled high and tight against her body. The student kept this pose for quite a few seconds, lasting longer than Derek thought she would. He was hoping that she would quickly just do her stretch and stop so he wouldn't lose any progress. Unfortunately, the girl took her time and when she finally relaxed, the fabric loosened more than Derek wanted and he slipped back to where he started. "God dammit," he complained. "And now she's active, it's going to be even more difficult than before to climb." He was right. As Derek resumed his climb, the girl felt him, though only lightly. He was at least careful enough not to trigger a search by the girl. The consequences of him climbing were less extreme, but still notable. The girl would frequently rub her butt against the chair from side to side, shaking Derek as he was climbing her underwear. He nearly fell a few times, but thankfully managed to keep a grip on. With only fifteen more minutes left of class, Derek had finally reached the top of the girls leggings. It was now go time to escape. He slowly slipped through the waistband, starting head first. When his head emerged, Derek looked back towards Bri who noticed him and whose eyes widened in astonishment. He laughed and continued his move. However, the girl interrupted Derek's progress. She leaned forward and put her head back on her arms on her desk. This restrained Derek to her lower back, his lower body still in her leggings. "Son of a bitch," Derek groaned. "I can't get out. It's too tight. She has to lean back up."
What happens to Derek next?
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