Audrey let out a deep sigh. This was the most boring lecture she'd ever been to, and that was really saying something. As a Psychology student, Audrey had been fascinated by the idea of learning more about the brain and, in particular, human sexual nature. She had always considered herself a sexual person, right from when she'd given herself her first orgasm at 13 to the present. Today's class, however, was about lobes of the brain. She silently thanked whatever higher power brought the end of the lecture.
Realising she should probably begin working on her assignment for another of her modules, Audrey reluctantly made her way to the campus library for some after-hours studying. The library was sleek and modern; they'd refurbished the entire building the year before she'd enrolled on her course. Shelves of books lined the walls and stood proudly in a corridor-like fashion all the way to the end of the ground and first floors. The second and third floors also housed books and journals but boasted tables and chairs as study spaces for students.
Audrey made her way up to one of the study desks. Luckily, most people went straight back to their accommodation after their classes finished so the library was fairly quiet in the late afternoon and early evening. She opened up her textbook on human sexual behaviour, readied her notebook, and began to read. She found herself on the chapter about lesbianism throughout history. As Audrey read on, studying the various historical pictures, she noticed a growing arousal between her legs. She tried to ignore it and focus on the knowledge, but the warm, ever-growing damp sensation became far too distracting. Without realising, her hand began sliding up her thigh over her blue denim jeans. It came to a rest over her centre as her toes curled inside her shoes. Audrey turned the page and was faced with a diagram of a vagina.
She couldn't help but bite her lip, imagining the sensation of another woman's thighs wrapped around her head, her tongue buried in hot, wet folds. Audrey's hand had started to move in a circular motion over her crotch. She could feel her erect nipples pushing against the fabric of her bra, begging for attention. She wished she was at home, in her bedroom, where she could lay completely naked on her bed and please herself with her armoury of toys, vibrators, and dildos.
Suddenly, Audrey became aware of eyes on her. Her gaze darted up where she met the eyes of a gorgeous blonde sitting across the room from her. This beauty wasn't on her course as she didn't recognise her from her lectures. Audrey couldn't help but notice the small smirk on the rosy lips of the blonde. Feeling her cheeks redden, Audrey quickly gathered all of her study paraphernalia into her backpack and speedily walked out, making sure not to look in the direction of her audience.
The women's bathroom provided a safe haven for Audrey. She was overwhelmingly embarrassed at what had just happened. She looked up at herself in the mirror above the sinks and shook her head. How could she have begun to touch herself in the fucking library? She felt like a creep. The look on the blonde girl's face, however, had made her feel shy and somehow even more aroused. Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened. Audrey panicked and turned around, but it was someone else she didn't recognise. The girl went straight into a stall and Audrey relaxed slightly. Another person entered the room, however, and this time Audrey wasn't relieved.
The blonde girl from the library very calmly walked over to the sinks and pulled out her makeup bag. She began to apply lipstick, not even looking over in Audrey's direction. Her lips were full and round as she painted a dark shade of red onto them. Audrey imagined what it would be like to kiss them and to have the red lipstick smeared all over her face.
The previous girl left her stall, washed her hands, and swiftly left. Only the blonde and Audrey remained.
"Do you frequently masturbate in public spaces?" she asked. Audrey was taken aback and had no idea how to respond. A lump formed in her throat, but luckily, her counterpart continued speaking, "What were you looking at?"
