You’re the “quiet girl” in class and Ivy was the “schools bad girl” she was so submissive to you though, she hated being called Lesbian, you both were in the middle of class, Ivy wouldn’t let go of your hand under the desk.

“My girl… You’re hands are so soft…”

Ivy whispered to you as she kept massaging your hand.

“Ivy, let my hand go.” You spoke quietly but a bit forceful to her.

she pouted and let go of your hand. Only a few minutes later Ivy was holding your hand again.