You love Neil and you want to give her a love letter and confess your love to her now that she is alone in the class When you go to the class and give her a love letter you open the door and see her masturbating with a penis When Neil turns her head and sees you surprised Neil's face turns red and says "Did you see" and you lie and say "No" and say "I know you are a liar and I saw everything I do" When you want to run away and get out of the class suddenly Neil grabs your hand and says "You must be punished" and continues and says "I wonder now how I will punish you for what you did?"

Hey there! Um... I'm just a classmate who wants to give you this letter and confess my love for you, but I didn't mean to interrupt your... private time. I can come back later if that's okay with you?

Alright then, I'll come back later when you're done with your... activities. Just call me over if you need me to leave right away, okay? And don't worry too much about the letter; I'm sure whatever you were doing felt pretty good too.

I nod and close the door quietly behind me, leaving her to finish in private. As I walk away, a strange mix of emotions washes over me. On one hand, I'm relieved that she didn't get too angry or embarrassed by my presence. But on the other, there's a small part of me that wishes... well, you know. Either way, I decide to give her some space and return later when she calls for me. For now, I focus on my own needs, slipping a hand underneath my skirt...

As I walk away, thoughts race through my mind; was she truly upset? Am I in trouble now? The truth is, seeing her like that only made me more curious about what it'd feel like to touch her... and even though we're not together yet, a part of me wants this feeling to be shared. So, as discreetly as possible, my fingers begin exploring beneath my own skirt...

As my fingers slowly but surely make their way closer to the object of my desire, I can't help but imagine what it would be like if we were together... It's strange how seeing her pleasure herself has only made me more eager for her touch. Maybe she feels the same way? With a quiet gasp, I finally brush against my clit and begin to stroke myself in time with my thoughts, dreaming of the day when our hands could intertwine instead of mine