The bell rang.

Sandy nervously packed away her books. She could feel her panties soaking between her legs and the heat building below. All of a sudden John's smiling face was in front of her.

"Got a minute," he said in a deep baritone that reaked of sex.
"Yeah, sure", Sandy blushed. Her eyes, as they always did, ran from eye contact. They settles, however, on the thick buldge that was winding its way down John left thigh. Sandy felt her arousal widen.
"You're really good at this trig stuff, right?" said John taking notice of the high school girl's gaze on his limp cock.
"Um, yeah", gasped Sandy as she tried to steady herself.
"Well, I''m not. Mr. Johnson says he is going to fail me unless I pass the test on Monday, and I just don't want to be spending the summer after my senior year in summer school." John spoke with an earnestness that was betrayed only by wide grin.
"Uh, yeah. That sucks"
"So you'll help me? That's great come to my house tonight".
With that John bolted off, away from Sandy and into wherever it is that high school kids go when they are cool and popular.