I never really understood what was wrong with me. I was ten minutes late for school and feeling super stressed out and here I was lingering in the shower, trying to get myself off. I'd been so incredibly horny lately and I really didn't get it. I just knew that if I didn't get off now I'd have to somehow do it at school, and that thought wasn't so appealing. I lifted my leg against the tiled wall and pointed the spray at my pussy. I pushed apart the lips with my other hand and felt the stinging hotness on my clit. I was so incredibly close. I closed my eyes and thought about gym class. I thought about Susan Meyer soaping up her body in the shower. Everyone couldn't help but stare at her unusually large chest, myself included. I watched her tits with envy as they swayed gently side to side while she was shaving her legs. I pictured reaching out and touching them, and then the fire between my legs turned into a tiny explosion of concentrated pleasure. I gasped as my body shook and convulsed. Immediately I turned off the shower and hopped out wrapping a towel around my waist. I hastily yanked and squeezed the water out of my hair. I ran to my bedroom and pulled on some clothes. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door with a pop-tart in my mouth. I jumped into my car and raced to school.
I made it just as the warning bell rang and slid into my seat only a minute or so late. Mr. Meyer looked at me with disapproval but thankfully didn't say anything. I hated having Math so early in the morning. It was nearly impossible to concentrate. I stared at Mr. Meyer. He was Susan Meyer's father, but he didn't look anything like her. He was a little on the short side, 5'7-5'8 maybe and going a little bald. His face would have been handsome if not for the large glasses he wore. They made him look ten years older than he really was. I studied him intently as he walked around the room, handing back papers, explaining in a deep rumbling voice that we'd have our midterm in two weeks. Damn I thought. I couldn't believe midterms were here already.
The bell rang then and I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
"Denise, can you stay a minute?" Mr. Meyer called out to me.
"Sure." I said and waited by my desk until the classroom had cleared.
"Denise, you've been late an awful lot lately. I'm not particularly strict or anything, but I do hope that you'll try to be on time in the future. Seeing you walk in late disrupts the learning process for the other students."
"Sorry Mr. Meyer."
"Why are you late so often?"
I thought about masturbating to the image of his daughter in the shower.
"Just a tendency to oversleep."
"They make alarms for that you know."
"Yes sir."
"All right. Well I hope from now on you'll try to get here on time. You'd better hurry to your next class or you'll be late."
"Yes Mr. Meyer. See you tomorrow."
I hurried out. The day passed so slowly. More irritating was the fact that I found myself incredibly turned on, for no discernable reason. In fifth period, gym, we were given a dance/aerobics routine that we had to complete for our midterm. We were paired up in groups of two alphabetically.
"Denise N and Susan M." my gym teacher called out.
Susan looked over at me and smiled. I watched her chest move beneath her gym shirt as she skipped over to me and sat next to me. I really didn't understand why a girl would make me feel like this. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, I'd had sex with guys before. Something about her made me want to touch her, to explore her body. She was sexy in a a way that I really wasn't. She was tall, and had nicely tanned skin, long golden hair, beautiful breasts and a nice firm ass. I on the other hand am short, pale, with short dark hair, average breasts, with very little ass to speak of. I'd never had problems getting a date or anything, but men flocked to her. She was on the cheerleading squad and treasurer of student council. I heard that she had already been accepted to Yale. What was not to love about this girl?
"So, anyway, Denise, you listening? Anyway, come over to my house after school and we can practice our routine. I'm really good at coming up with stuff so leave it to me, ok? I'll wait for you by the library. My dad can drive us."
I nodded at her and she smiled, bounding away as the bell rang. I groaned. How was I going to do this? I was so horny I thought I'd just explode if I didn't do something about it. I decided to not shower and pulled on my street clothes as quickly as I could. I was a T.A. in my last period and hurried over to Mr. Jenkins room. He sent me to the tiny office at the side of his classroom with a big pile of papers to grade. I went inside and closed the door behind me. Piles of papers littered the tables with dusty Spanish translation books and pencils strewn haphazardly everywhere. I stood up and leaned over the corner of one of the desks, reaching for a red pen for grading. I stopped as a dart of pleasure raced upward from my pussy. My crotch was against the corner of the table and the pressure of having my body leaning over it was filling me with pleasure. I looked behind me at the closed door and wondered if I could get myself off just by rubbing up against the table. I'd never done that before except with stuffed animals. I decided to risk it. I couldn't go home with Susan when I was this horny. Who knew what stupid thing I'd say or do?
I pretended to be reaching for the pen but my hips were grinding my pussy against the corner of the desk. My hamstrings tightened as I humped the table and little sparks of heat jumped between my thighs. I could feel my wetness growing as my damp panties rubbed against my skin. I panted as I slammed my pussy against the corner and leaned over it higher, stimulating my hardened clit as I rubbed it. I started thinking about Susan's tits then and about touching them when a picture of Mr. Meyer floated into my mind. I pictured him bending me over his desk, pulling up my skirt and spanking me for being late to class. A rocket of pure fire raced through me then as I climaxed. I held onto the desk, shoving my soaking crotch against it for a few minutes as the orgasm subsided. I was soaked in a sheen of sweat and leaned away from the desk, sitting down in the office chair, my knees shaking. I looked up at the clock and panicked, realizing that I hadn't graded the papers and the bell was about to ring any minute. I shoved the papers into my backpack and waved to Mr. Jenkins. He nodded his head. I left a little early and ran to the library to wait for Susan and Mr. Meyer.
I sat on a planter outside the library and tapped my foot nervously. Whatever had gotten into me had to stop. It had to. No way was I going to be a slave to sex or to masturbation or to anything like that. What kind of person would I be? I wondered about my mini fantasy that had gotten me to cum. There was absolutely nothing hot about Mr. Meyer. There were plenty of teachers in the school that were much better looking and in better shape than him. So why was he the one I was picturing?
"Denise!" Susan called out to me cheerily. She walked up to me and gave me a quick hug. Her breasts pressed against mine briefly and my nipples hardened. She gave me a quizzical smile and then sat next to me. Todd Elders came up to her and began flirting. I rolled my eyes.
Mr. Meyer walked up to us and Todd took off. Susan stood up and I followed behind Mr. Meyer and her as he walked out to the teacher's parking lot. I was surprised as I saw his car; it was a brand new sport's car, with chocolate leather bucket seats and a beautiful paint job. I saw the tiny back seat and winced. Short as I am, I didn't know if I could fit back there.