Crazy at School

It was a day like any else, except that I'd woken up feeling positively ravenous for some sort of stimulation, but since I had to go to school, and I always woke up with only enough time to dress and go, I had no choice but to ignore it.

The only thing was, it wouldn't go away.

As the hours passed, I could barely even focus on anything but the urgent feelings between my legs.

When third hour ended, me and my boyfriend were walking to our next class and I couldn't resist telling him. Now it was worse. Now I knew that he was thinking about it, and this made me go even crazier.

I whispered a couple naughty things in his ear and said something along the lines of 'I can barely even take it, I should just go and take care of it right now.' He looked at me with wide eyes and said nothing.

I took my own suggestion and excused myself when we got to the next class and headed straight for the bathroom. I locked myself in the last stall in the very back, pulled down my underwear, hitched up my skirt, and fingered myself until I finally came. It was mind-blowing! I'd gone to a prissy Christian school, so sitting there in my plaid skirt, being so naughty just drove me off the edge!

When I finally stopped panting, I washed my hands and went back in the room, red-faced and glowing.

Nobody said anything, and nobody seemed to notice. (Apart from my boyfriend, who looked like he needed his own relief.)

I still have my old uniform, maybe I should indulge him in a memory and maybe include him in it.