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It was that time of the month. No, the other time. I must have been right at ovulation. Not in a creative mood, I fell back to the new, plastic equivalent of my old usual: jeans and a polo shirt, today evergreen with white stripes. A few accessories, a little lipstick, and it looked like I'd made an effort. I went to class.
But I couldn't concentrate. My body had a different agenda. I was horny. I battled to control the pressing hunger between my legs. Instead I focused on the lecture.
Lessee, what the heck was he talking about?
Facts rolled into my brain, one by one, but as I collated, they were joined by images of Alyssa's exhilarating anatomy, which immediately took center stage. My brainpower was exhausted on conjuring her to me right there in the classroom. It was hopeless.
After what seemed like an eternity, class let out. I was in serious danger of losing control. I might have marched right back to the dorm and poured all my energy out on Alyssa, but she would be in class for another hour, and we'd managed to be good for most of the semester. I didn't want to ruin that. So instead I took a long route to my next class which had me walking briskly and got me there just on time. A little exercise gave me a little distraction, some relief. I moved from my usual spot in class to the back of the room.
Not long into the lecture, the aching desire returned. I must have been sloppy wet, because when I adjusted in my seat, I could feel the liquid soaking the lips inside my thong. Every subtle movement rubbed the liquid sex into my every crevice. And the plastic only heightened the exhilaration. I'd gotten used to it, so on normal days it felt simply soft and comfortable.
But now that I was aroused, those same sensations soothed my entire body like a lover's kiss. Every time I moved it dragged and pulled, and I realized I was adjusting in my chair more than I probably should have been. I froze, stopped myself from looking around the room. I hoped that no one was tuning in to my sexual spiral.
I wanted to grind my pussy into that chair. If only my anatomy was just a little different, or if I had something I could discreetly saddle.
Oh, sweet covert bliss!
I realized my knees were just slightly pumping together and apart at the thought, seeking some kind of modest stimulation. I stopped, again in terror that I was discovered.
I wished that I could stand up and request a masturbation time out. "Sorry, folks. Nature's calling," I'd say. I would sit back down and thrust my hand viciously between my legs for a few minutes - if that long - and bring myself to a very vocal climax, then take a minute to collect myself. "That'll do it, then. Apologies for the interruption. Please continue!" But who was I kidding? On a day like today, I'd finish the first, and be back at it in five minutes. Today's itch would require a very thorough scratch.
If I was going to stay in class, I had to placate my body, satisfy it in some little way that wouldn't be noticed. I allowed myself one more shift in my seat moving to one side and placing my arm back and my leg out, just below my hand. I centered my gaze on the lecture again, if not my attention, and let my forefinger drop to the top of my thigh and just touch. It sent a tiny tremor echoing throughout my body like the ping from a submarine. My finger dragged inwards, the ultimate forbidden goal just inches away. I knew I couldn't do it. It was a tease. But I had no idea how powerful a tease it was, and I was not prepared for the reaction. Like nails on a chalkboard, the sensation resonated in my pussy, amplified a hundredfold, causing me to stiffen in my chair. I knew I had to stop that finger, but the stimulation took hold of me. Hypnotic. My eyes closed. My finger advanced. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. Another centimeter. I ceased to breath seamlessly.
At the last moment I retook control of myself and retracted my hand. My heart was racing. My breath was still somewhere between normal and
that's girl's got something going on over there.
I took a quick look around me. I caught no one staring at me, no one gaping at me shocked.
But that was it. If I stayed, I was bound to teach the class my own lesson in self-satisfaction.
I filled my backpack and left. Not trusting myself anywhere, I made a quick stop in the bathroom, only partially successful at cleaning myself without stimulating.
Hold it together!
Then I went for a walk, a much longer walk. I went downtown and did some window shopping, got a coffee.
Sometimes coffee helped me on days like this. And then I returned to the dorm.
When I arrived at our door, I was all edgy. I wanted to be chaste, yet I burned for Alyssa like a mammoth raging forest fire.
I knew I couldn't trust myself, and that I should probably find somewhere far away to hide, but I turned door knob anyway. I entered and threw my pack down on the floor next to my bed.
Alyssa was sitting at her desk as usual, looking dazzling. No, she looked sublimely sexy. She sported a skimpy red top tied behind her back and neck that gently cupped her ample breasts. I managed to resist flying across the room and ravaging her, realizing I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer.
She looked up and smiled, "Hi, there," in an especially sultry manner. I had to leave, but couldn't.
"Hey," raising my eyebrows like I was trying to pick her up at a bar, the next line being your place or mine.
Stupid, don't make it worse!
I flopped on my bed, covering my face with my arm. I did my best to ignore the tingling that teased my whole body, ringing like a car alarm that demanded attending to.
"Feeling in the mood?" she asked. There was no hiding it.
I peered at Alyssa from the cover of my arm. "I'm going crazy. I want you so badly I'm gonna pass out." Her sympathetic and longing gaze didn't help matters. I covered my eyes again.
"I may have to take off."
"No, don't, please." I looked at her again. "I was going to ask you if you would take a holiday from church today. We've been good, haven't we?" She gave me a pleading look. "I have something for you." A mischievous tone colored her demeanor.
"I wanted to do something to thank you for joining my weave free lifestyle. It means a lot to me. I thought about what to get you...," She put her finger in her mouth as if she'd done something naughty and stood up. "and I finally found something that I think you're going to like."
And I did. Protruding from her pelvis was a dildo, mounted on some kind of harness with straps around her waist. The appendage itself was clear and hung downward, semi-limp from her mound. She stood there silently in a hip-tilted pose while I admired it. I'd never seen anything like it before.
What a marvelous invention!
I thought.
The first thing I did was strip off my clothes and discard them on the bed. I strolled up to her, both of us grinning at each other.
Standing just out of contact, I laid my arms on her shoulders and looked her directly in her eyes.
"One holiday is just what I need. I've been so goddamn horny; I thought I was going to catch fire! Your timing is perfect!"
"I know," she replied.
Huh?
How could she know? "We've been living together for almost the whole school year now. Our cycles are in sync."
It hadn't occurred to me, but maybe she was right. And it followed that if it were true, odds were, she was just as horny as I was. That idea sent me through the roof.
I slammed my body against hers, kissing furiously, the dildo pressed into my thigh. Our hands groped, adjusted, searching for the perfect position to hold each other together. I wanted her so badly. The aching radiated through every part of my body. Her warm, smooth skin felt so incredibly good. My hands slid down from her shoulders tenderly, gracefully into the small of her back, lingered there, caressed, then further down to cup her bottom, squeeze it, work it. I held her firmly, and pressed my hips into hers. But when I did, I discovered something amazing. At our height difference, me just a little taller, the base of the dildo struck me right on my clit - and my clit cried,
More!
Holding her by the hips and she me by the waist, I began to grind on her tool.
I raised one hand to her back and pulled her chest to mine, ear to ear. Her hair blanketed my face. I felt my own hot breath on my cheek. The dildo brushed between my legs as I rotated back and forth, and it occurred to me that maybe I could do better.
I stopped, gave Alyssa a kiss and separated. I reached down and took the tool in my hand. It was neither warm, nor cold, felt soft like gel or rubber. I gave it a few strokes, as if Alyssa could have felt it. I then took it in my hand and placed the tip on my mound. As I looked down at it, the appendage bridged our bodies, I couldn't help thinking that it appeared as nature (well, almost) intended. I brought my feet together, thighs touching. I rolled the dildo tip back and forth over my mound a few moments and then guided it to the tip of my slit where it slid in eagerly, lubricated by my abundant juices. I lifted a hand to cover Alyssa's, already on my breast, messaging it in gentle circles. I took a step forward and leaned in to Alyssa, the dildo forcing its way along my vulva, parting sensitive flesh. I took my time, indulging in the metaphor of the penetration to come later. I felt Alyssa's tool cross my anus and emerge behind me. Pulling her tight against me, I pressed the base against my clit once again.
That was the ticket. Now, my whole crotch burned.
