Never trust a girl who’s being rubbed off by the Invisible Hand...
When I was 14 I spent the summer at an academic summer camp at a small liberal arts college in Pennsylvania. We spent our days sitting in class and the rest of the time hanging with friends and trying to find someone cute to make out with (the social hour after dinner was literally called the Meat Market...). Anyway, one day I was sitting in a really boring class called World Geopolitics taught by a guy from one of the Ivies who described himself as a “quasi-neo-pseudo Marxist.” I was really bored and a little horny (pretty much normal at 14), so I was half listening to the professor talk about Adam Smith’s theory of capitalism while I was texting with my friend and staring at the back of my crush’s head hoping he’d notice me (he eventually did, but that’s another story). All of a sudden, the professor shouts really loudly “Never trust anyone who’s being jerked off—or rubbed off—by the Invisible Hand!” THAT I heard. Me and my friend started giggling hysterically, but at the same time my legs parted a little and my mind immediately thought about an Invisible Hand moving slowly up my leg and under my shorts, then playing with my damp pussy and rubbing my hard little clit right there in class. After that I couldn’t concentrate on much of anything except the hot wetness between my legs. When the class ended, I told my friend I was going back to my dorm to take a nap. She smirked and made the female masturbation sign (a circle with your thumb and index finger and two fingers of your other hand thrusting rapidly in and out of it). I laughed and flipped her off. When I got back to my room my roommate was at lunch, so I locked the door, slipped my hand inside my shorts and started feverishly touching myself as I thought about my crush kissing me and playing with my boobs while an Invisible Hand slid between my legs and slowly teased me closer and closer to orgasm. In less than ten minutes I came so hard my whole bed shook. When my roommate got back a couple minutes later my breathing had returned to normal and I was curled up in a contented little ball fast asleep.
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