A: “Oh, right! Hmmm… well…. Maybe we could put you in one of my hands while I take the exams? It’s not like I really need both hands for it anyways.” 

S: “You don’t think that’ll be a bit too obvious of a spot?” 

A: “Well last time, the teacher came cause I was looking at you under the desk. This way, you’d be up on the desk with me so it wouldn’t even matter if I took a few glances your way. Besides, you fit pretty easily there, so it wouldn’t look that suspicious and even if something happened, I could just close my hand or tuck you somewhere.” 

S: “Well, I guess you’re right. I’m not really sure of a better option at the moment anyways and we don’t have time to think of something else.” 

A: “Great! And! Thanks  again Stacy, really. I know we almost just got caught back there, but having you with me is really helping to ease up the tension.” 

S: “You can remind me of how great I am once we get done wirh today. Now  hurry about before you miss the next class!” 

A: “Right!” 

Reinvigorated with the thought that Stacy would be there for her no matter what, Amanda brought her little friend back into the palm of her hand, trying to be a bit more cautious with how she moved when making it toward her next class. Being stuck inside of a close fist still wasn’t the most ideal form of transportation, but it was much better than in the morning where she was being shaken up all over the place. Thankfully, Amanda’s secondary class was located just down the hall of the first and the two made it with still have a minute left to spare. Amanda quickly sat down and after getting her stuff out, placed Stacy down on the desk with her hand loosely cupped around her. Amanda was certainly feeling a bit more prepared this time and as soon as everyone was handed their respective exams, she went right for it, scribbling away at the packet in front of her. 

For the first twenty or so minutes, she was breezing through the first half of the exam, giving occasional glances toward Stacy who was watching her with such an enthusiastic expression. Each glance was met with a thumbs up, a wave, a smile. At one point, possibly due to having little else to do, Stacy noticed that Amanda had gotten stuck on a problem and in an effort to alleviate her stress, she did a little dance of sorts, stomping around and waving her arms in the air before pointing to Amanda and sticking her tongue out with a nod, The little performance worked to say the least and it caused Amanda to audibly giggle at the display. She used her free hand to cover her mouth, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. Pretty much the entire class had, but thankfully they were too busy with their own exams, resulting in just a few brief confused looks. Amanda’s cheeks went pink as she looked back to Stacy who was trying to contain her own amusement of what had just happened. Aside from the embarrassment causing her to blush slightly, she couldn’t help but to feel an inexplicable sense of enjoyment at the thought of having an adorable little personal cheerleader at the ready to make her feel better. It made her feel good… and as she stared down at Stacy, her cheeks only got redder. It was almost as if she was expecting another performance, but all she got was a curious look from Stacy as to why she was just staring at her like that. 

It felt as though it had dragged on for nearly a minute before the sound of another student dropping their pencil snapped Amanda out of it. She blinked a few times, shaking her head slightly as she recomposed herself. She didn’t know what had just come over her, but it was probably best not to think about it too much right now and focus on finishing her exam. Entering the halfway point for time, Amanda noticed that she had actually managed to get through two thirds of the exam relatively easy and seeing as she had some extra time, she decided to take a moment to breathe and refresh herself a bit. Her arms stretched up high into the air as she felt a few satisfying little pops across her arched back. With a satisfied sign, she looked back down and saw the panicked face of her no longer concealed friend. Amanda practically slammed her left arm upon the table in an effort to quickly conceal Stacy, but of course while she was successful in hiding her behind the arm, she was also successful in getting the attention of literally every other student as well as the teacher who all turned to look at her. 

A: “S-sorry…” 

Despite the mixture of confused annoyance from her peers and a head shaking shush from the teacher, everyone ended up brushing it off as they went back to their exams; all but one student. Sitting in the desk behind Amanda was Lauren, a student that breathed entitlement and often seemed to find pleasure in exploiting any and all faults that came about her peers. Even her so called ‘friends’ weren’t safe from a snarky question here or a blatantly judgemental comment there. What made things difficult at times was the fact that despite often being a bit much with people, Lauren actually was a star student, meaning that she was usually one of the first to finish any assignments given to the class, which just so happened to include the very exam that they were all taking. She had managed to already finish the whole exam and normally, her efficiency led to a trend that resulted in weeks' worth of Lauren bragging to the whole class about her intelligence. But, unfortunately for Amanda, her two little outbursts had been just enough to peek Lauren’s intrigue. Leaning forward ever so quietly, Lauren peered over Amanda’s shoulder, trying to get a view of whatever it was that was getting Amanda so worked up. It didn’t seem all too obvious as to what could’ve caused it. The only thing immediately obvious to Lauren came when she took a breath and it became apparent that her classmate had failed to take a shower as her B.O. invaded her senses. 

Cringing a bit, Lauren was about to disregard her little search until out of the corner of her eye, she noticed some sort of movement from within Amanda’s left hand. It was brief, and could have just been one of her fingers, but if that were the case, then why was Amanda just staring at her hand so much? She even seemed to be grinning towards it. Whatever was going on seemed just too suspicious for her to ignore, so she leaned closer, practically an inch from Amanda’s ear before whispering. 

L: “What you got there~?” 

Amanda nearly jumped in her seat, panicking as she closed her hand around Stacy. She glanced back at Lauren with an annoyed whisper. 

A: “What do you want? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” 

L: “Oh, I just couldn’t help but notice that you’ve got something you’re hiding~” 

A: “What? I’m just trying to finish my exam; don’t you have one to finish too?” 

L: “Oh, I finished mine, but I do appreciate you looking out for me. So, what’s in your hand there?” 

A: “N-nothing, it’s just my hand.” 

L: “Something tells me that you aren’t being completely honest with me.” 

A: “Why do you even care so much?” 

L: “Because it must be something pretty special for you to wanna keep it a secret from me~” 

A: “Well believe what you want, I’m not hiding anything.” 

L: “Then how about you open your hand for me?” 

A: “I don’t have to do anything for you.” 

L: “Then how about this. You open up your hand or I got and turn in my exam. And maybe, while I’m up there, I let the teacher in on the fact that you’ve got something here you aren’t supposed to have. I don’t have to be the one who finds whatever it is for you to get into trouble.” 

If they had been anywhere else, Amanda would’ve likely just ignored her, maybe even knock a bit of sense into her would be threatener, but if the other students, or even worse, the teacher were to grow as curious as Lauren, the risk of Stacy being discovered would become far too high. 

A: “Alright, fine. If it’ll calm you down, I’ll show you my hand.” 

Not being the best at improvising, Amanda tried to buy some time to think. She brought her arms back up into the air, pretending to stretch once again, only this time taking Stacy up with her. She then continued by leaning forward and stretching her arms past her desk. Perplexed, yet eager to see what she was hiding, Lauren leaned closer, but just as she did so, Amanda brought herself back and turned to her left, still holding her stretch, and as a result, unintentionally brought her now exposed armpit, only barely covered by the sweat stained short sleeve of her shirt, into direct contact with Lauren’s face. It may have only lasted a second, but Lauren’s nose was immediately assaulted by the pungent odor. The odor alone sent Lauren into a state of shock, but what horrified her most was that her nose had actually pressed into Amanda’s sleeve, causing a small bit of sweat to ooze out from the fabric and onto her nose. 

Panicked, Lauren pushed herself back, wanting to get as far away from Amanda’s underarm as possible, however she ended up pushing a bit more than she was ready for as her chair leaned back with the sudden weight, causing her to lose her balance. Shrieking, the other students turned to find Lauren, sprawled out onto the floor with a knocked over chair. Amanda was surprised to say the least as she blinked a few times, not really believing what she had just witnessed. This was her opportunity! All of the students were focused on Lauren now and even the teacher had gotten up to go and help her. Taking a bit of a risky bet, Amanda opened up her hand that was still up above her. She hoped that Stacy would manage to land anywhere else on top of her. As long as it wasn’t her hand, she’d be in the clear. 

For Stacy, she had no idea why Amanda would do this, but her hand was opening and below her was a drop that she was not ready for. Despite being rather durable at her size, the concept of falling wasn’t any less scary, and so with the few brief moments she had to make a decision, Stacy propelled herself off of Amanda’s palm and landed at her wrist. She clung to it with her arms and legs spread wide, trying to get as much of a grip as possible. While this kept her from falling, her grip failed to keep her in place and she instead started to slide down Amanda’s forearm. If the class wasn’t so distracted by the fallen student, they might have heard Stacy’s screams as she was going down fast past her friend’s elbow, and finally down her upper arm where her heart sank at the sight below. The hole of Amanda’s short sleeve was wide open and Stacy could do nothing to stop herself from sliding straight in where she slammed face first into the exposed pit. 

The sudden feeling of Stacy’s relatively colder body hitting her damp crevice of a pit led Amanda’s arm to come to an immediate close, squishing her tiny friend tightly within her pit. It didn’t take long for Amanda to realize what was in there, leading her cheeks to turn red from embarrassment. 

A: “S-sorry about that...” 

L: “Damn right you should be sorry!” 

Amanda turned around to see Lauren as she was now back up, assuming that Amanda’s apology was toward her. 

L: “I can’t believe you got some of it onto my nose! That’s disgusting! Learn to bathe, you filthy bum.” 

A: “Right... Well, I’ll try to keep it clean next time you feel like sticking your head up there. If it makes you feel any better, you can see my hands now.” 

Showing off both hands, Lauren couldn’t even muster a response, just making some irritated grumbling noises as she went to hand in her exam before leaving the class to try and cleanse her face off in the restroom. Amanda couldn’t help but to smirk a bit at the thought of chasing the brat away with just the smell of her unwashed pit, but that then reminded her of what she was currently subjecting her little friend to. While she didn’t want to be keeping her in there, enough attention had already been brought towards her and the visual of digging into her shirt would certainly invoke some eyes. ‘Sorry... I hope it isn’t as bad as Lauren made it out to be... I’ll try to get this done as quickly as I can, I promise!’ 

Meanwhile, as Amanda went back to her exam, Stacy was fighting the urge to vomit. She had been screaming when she entered the sleeve and that had resulted in her getting a warm, musky, mouthful of pit that practically was gagging her. She couldn’t even move back as Amanda’s arm slammed shut, mashing Stacy further into the putrid crevice of her underarm. She made the mistake of keeping her eyes open. The smell alone would’ve been enough to draw tears, but with how compressed she had become, Amanda’s buildup of sweat made direct contact with Stacy’s eyes, causing her to let out a muffled scream of pain as she was temporarily blinded. Luckily, her nose managed to avoid being broken as it was slammed into the soft and flexible flesh, but she soon wished that it was broken as her nostrils were literally pressed against a fold of skin and with no real way to get away from it, she was forced to inhale what was likely the vilest thing she had ever smelled in her life. Sweat was entering her nose and each time she breathed in, the bits of armpit skin that was pressed to her nose would sometimes get sucked up against her nostrils, temporarily cutting off her air supply.  

She eventually managed to gauge how hard she breathed, but whether or not that was progress was still to be determined as while that minimized how often she was being suffocated, she was only capable of inhaling the tainted, sweaty, mist of air that was making her a bit light headed. Maybe passing out would have been for the best as it would’ve allowed her to avoid the torment that her mouth was being subjected to. The taste was vile. A bitter saltiness coated her tongue and with how malleable the skin of her prison was, she was having no luck in closing her mouth or even spitting out the rank fold of flesh. She was tempted to bite down with her teeth, but whether or not that would actually do anything other than possibly get them both caught if Amanda freaked out over it led her to cross that option out. All she could really do was try to just accept it, but thinking that was a lot easier than doing it, not that she really had much of a choice. Aside from her primary senses being assaulted, her entire body was coated in a thick layer of sweat and combined with the emanating heat, it felt like she was liable to melt. She remained stuck there, marinating in her friend’s unwashed pit, her only way out being completely dependent on the speed of her friend. She could only pray that their last night study session would prove effective and that she’d be released shortly. 

Having anything or anyone pressed against one’s pit would be an odd sensation to say the very least, but an entire person was something else entirely. While Stacy wasn’t necessarily moving much, she was still there and that was something that Amanda wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. Of course, her first thoughts were that of guilt and she could only think of how she was going to possibly apologize for this. She had to keep her there though, and she was sure that Stacy would understand. It wasn’t like Amanda had many other options anyways. It was weird to admit, but she did tickle a bit while in there, causing Amanda to get a bit distracted here and there. She brushed off the thought as much as she could, wanting to get her exam done so that she could get her friend out of there, but the concept lingered on in the back of her mind. ‘I hope she’s doing ok... I mean, I think that little sensation is breathing. I mean, aside from the smell, it's probably a lot like how it was between my thighs, so maybe it isn’t as bad as I’m thinking it is.’ 

Continuing to work on her exam, things seemed to settle down for a while. Although she hadn’t forgotten about Stacy, she had begun to adjust to the feeling of her body being there which made it much easier to get things done. But, as the minutes went by, the temperature and smell only seemed to intensify around Stacy. Having to keep her hidden meant that there was no fresh air coming in to circulate any of the stench or heat that was starting to drive Stacy insane. She knew for a fact that she was sweating, although it wasn’t possible to tell since she was stuck soaking up Amanda’s sweat for what was nearing fifteen minutes now. It was impossible to get used to any part of this as everything only seemed to increase its potency and having Amanda’s moist flesh stuffed into her mouth had forced at least a liter of foul sweat down her throat. She knew that she had to wait, but doing so was torture. She needed to find some way to alleviate something, anything! At the very least, if she had to stay stuck here, she could at least try again to remove the pit skin that was keeping her now tired jaw open. 

Her lips weren’t nearly strong enough to press closed, and blowing did absolutely nothing. She whined at the thought, but there was one more option that she could try in order to get the nasty pit out of her mouth. Hesitantly, she brought her tongue up. While the thought made her already fuzzy mind even more nauseous, her tongue had already been forced to taste the sweat that dripped into her. Surely, this couldn’t be that much worse and if it got her mouth time to rest, it was worth a shot! She jabbed her tongue forward, pressing the tip straight into the fleshy skin. Her tongue shook, struggling to push any of it out. Eventually, the moisture of her tongue and Amanda’s pit caused Stacy’s tongue to lose its stiffened composure, leading Stacy to unintentionally drag her tongue against Amanda’s armpit. Stacy shivered, hating both the thought and feeling of it, but she was growing desperate. The amount of salt she had ingested was making her feel dehydrated and dizzy, the heat made her want to faint, and just being there any longer made her feel the need to keep trying. And so, again, and again, she stuck her tongue forward, trying to push out some of the pit skin. There were a few times in which some skin ended up moving, but it was a vain victory as more skin would just come in to take its place. Each time that she tried to push with her tongue, she ended up losing her energy to push much further, resulting in Stacy continuously running her tongue along the mouthful of her friend’s pit. 

Back with Amanda, there was only one problem left to solve before she could finally turn in her exam and get the heck out of class. She even seemed to be doing well on time with almost ten minutes left to go. Feeling pumped, she was about to write out her answer to the last question when a new and sudden feeling caused her to pause in place. It was clearly coming from her armpit and she could assume that it was originating from Stacy, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Whatever it was, it soon happened again, and again, and whatever it was, felt like something tiny and wet was rubbing into her skin. It really left Amanda bewildered as to what it could possibly be. If it was wet, then it couldn’t possibly have been Stacy’s arms or legs and it couldn’t have just been spit because this thing was being dragged up and down her pit like it was... 

`A tongue?! No, why would it be... why would she be... licking there?!’ She got a few shivers as she felt the tongue continue. It was an odd sensation, let alone thought to know that her friend was actively willing to... taste her? The smell was enough to make Lauren want to flee, so Amanda couldn’t imagine that tasting it directly would be any less displeasing. But... she was still doing it... and the more that it went on, the more that it started to confuse her as it almost felt kind of... nice. It even tickled a bit. ‘It must be terrible down there. It can’t be tasting very good... but she wouldn’t be doing it unless she wanted to, right? Does she actually... like it in there?’ 

Her cheeks went pink at the concept. Did this mean that there was a chance that Stacy had more... intimate feelings toward her? A fluster of thoughts flew through her mind. She thought back to all of the times they’d spent together before, wondering if there were any signs, but... if Stacy actually enjoyed this kind of thing, then... maybe there were other things that she’d be interested in experimenting with. She shook her head, trying to calm herself down. She didn’t even know for sure if Stacy was even enjoying this. There were definitely some questions in need of answers, but she couldn’t get overwhelmed now. There’d be plenty of time to figure out what was going on after the exam. And so, with the few minutes she had left, she went about finishing up her last page, all the while enjoying what was going on down under her arm. 

With a satisfied sign, Amanda finished her exam and as she went to turn it in, she noticed the sensual feeling from Stacy decline. She was almost disappointed that it was over so soon, but that wasn’t something she should be worried about. Right now, her priority was checking to make sure that her friend was ok, and so with her second exam completed, she rushed her way out of class and went right back into the women's restroom where she locked herself up within one of the open stalls. 

Sitting down, she lifted up her arm and was a bit embarrassed to realize that her friend was firmly adhered to her skin. A moist, slick sounding pop, Amanda peeled her soaked friend off and attempted to stand her up on her palm, but the little girl immediately dropped to her back. 

A: “Stacy?! Are you alright?!” 

She brought her up close to get a better look, prodding her a couple of times with a finger to check her out and was thankful to see that she was still breathing and likely just unconscious. She also noticed a rather pungent smell emanating off her body, making her cringe at her own self for smelling so awful.  

A: “Uh, sorry about that Stacy, but could you wake up please? We don’t have a lot of time right now and I don’t know where to put you. Come on Stacy, wake up! You know I’m not the best at figuring things out on the spot! Agh! What do I do??” 

It seemed as though Stacy was going to be asleep for just a bit longer and unfortunately for the both of them, Amanda didn’t have that kind of time and she was going to have to think of somewhere far safer to tuck away her unconscious friend this time. Now the only thing to figure out, was where?