tagToys & MasturbationIn the Life of a Student Nympho

In the Life of a Student Nympho

bycaitscherry©

**All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.**

I sat there during fourth period, which dragged on longer than I could have possibly wanted it to, and thoughts of sexual desire began to distract my attentions. They came from nowhere in particular, the lecture being a rather uninteresting discussion about European history.

I began to imagine myself naked, lying on my bedroom floor, itching for the touch of a lover. I'm in fourth period and I can't help but think of things erotic, my body beginning to call at me. It had been two weeks at least since I'd last had my taste of sexual pleasure, since I had last been with a man.

"Caitlin? Are you okay?" My friend Danielle tapped me on the shoulder, noticing my preoccupation. I looked over at her, my eyes tracing her beautiful black hair down over her shoulders, my gaze following her sexy, noticeable curves, attired in close-fitting, thin clothing that left little to the imagination.

"Yes, Danielle, I'm fine. Why?"

"You seem to be losing focus. What are you thinking about?"

I leaned in, brushing her hair aside so I could whisper in her ear. The smell of seductive, sweet perfume intrigued my lust further, and I found myself desiring to touch and kiss my best friend.

"Oh Danielle, I'm so horny... I don't even know why." I whispered, revealing my secret to my close confidant.

"Yeah, I know how that can be." She whispered back, tracing her finger along my chin. Her touch was so wonderful and soft, making my face tingle with lust and anticipation. She drew back, signaling to me that this wasn't the time or place for what I so badly wanted.

I retreated back into my chair as well, giving up my love for my childhood companion and rekindling my thoughts of imaginary lovers absorbing me in their strong, masculine embrace. I thought back in memory to my last sexual experience. My partner now was miles away from me, going to school in Oregon. But nonetheless I conjured into my imagination that last time he copulated with me, his hands clutching me by my hips as he ran me down onto his erection. Oh! how I desired to be entranced in that moment again.

I felt myself whimper and I raised my hand to my mouth to hide my brief, sexual sigh. My fingers against my lips fascinated my aroused senses, and I began to slowly caress them along my own chin, down my neck, feeling my own warmth. I brought them down, sensually, over my breasts, discovering my swollen nipples. They protruded obtrusively through the tight-stretched purple fabric in which my soft, ample tits were covered. Looking down, I knew at that point that my arousal would be obvious to those who examined my chest with any remote interest, as I was clearly and undeniably nipping. I felt myself exposed and this feeling added even more to my arousal.

I worked my fingers down over my breasts and further, sliding along my stomach and venturing south to my heated crotch. I dreamed of my lover, again behind me with my body down on all fours. My wetness longed for contact with his hardness, the warmth between my legs dying to be satisfied. My fingers crept under my shirt, over my smooth tummy and sneaking down between my skin and the waistline of my jeans. My hand slid gently under the elastic of my taut, cotton panties. My fingers ventured for my hot, wet pussy as I continued to become more and more excited, there in class.

I again saw myself stripped, in that same doggy-style position, fornicating against male firmness. My trimmed, dampened crotch was slowly penetrated by every inch of his bulging member. His cock filled my snug pussy with his wonderful heat, ravishing my insides as he slid deeper and deeper into me. It's hard to explain how devoutly I adore sex. Every second I'm copulating is a second I spend in heaven, as I buck and writhe with the fervor to be totally overwhelmed with sexual delight.

I hungered for him so uncontrollably as I began to tease my inflamed and rigid clit. My wetness was obvious and my pussy oozed against the cotton of my underwear. I began to pleasure myself carelessly. I collapsed down onto my desk, letting my breasts squeeze against the surface of the table as I tried to hide what I was doing to myself. I opened my legs slightly, allowing my hand to get deeper into my pants. I slipped my middle finger gently between the lips of my pussy, trying to contain my temptation to moan out. I shoved my finger deeper, letting my tightness close around it. I sought to be pounded from behind, with my breasts heaving with each solid thrust, as I desperately grab at the carpet beneath me for relief. My insides tingle and surge with the excitement of sexual intercourse. I can't stand it any longer, and just when I feel myself begin to orgasm against my fingers, I am startled from my pleasure by the sound of my teacher's voice.

"Caitlin? Did you hear me?" He said, snapping me into the harsh reality of class. I could feel my face flush red with embarrassment and surprise. I sat up, leaving my hand in my pants with the hope no one would notice that I had been touching myself.

"I'm sorry, what was the question?" I said, trying to focus. I noticed a couple of my classmates fixated on my breasts, surely examining the image of my obtruding nipples. I hoped they couldn't also follow my arm down under my desk and into my pants.

"What was the main point Warner made in his essay about Napoleon?"

"Oh, he said that Napoleon was like a polar opposite to George Washington." I said, hoping I said something remotely correct to try and get attention off of me and my out-of-control body.

"That's right, Caitlin. Thank you. Try to stay focused." He said, as if to suggest that I was only drifting off instead of masturbating in class. I couldn't tell if he knew or not, but when the class finally turned away from me, I played it safe and removed my fingers from my crotch. My discomposure was no less overwhelming, but I made the effort to control myself.

It was impossible. My mind continued to be controlled by images of myself being fucked. I sought to cup my breasts and tease my nipples if I couldn't continue to masturbate, but even that urge I resisted. My dry fingers slid my soft blonde hair back behind my ears, attempting to recompose myself. I loved the feeling of my fingers gliding along the skin of my ears, enticing me again to orgasm. I tried hard to reign in these incredible urges, but to little avail. I slid my wet fingers between my lips, tasting and licking off the distinct aroma of my own cum.

"Caitlin? What have you been doing? You seemed out of it when you answered that last question." Danielle leaned in and whispered to me, noticing the sensuality with which I licked my fingers off. I kissed my friend's cheek, savoring her soft taste.

"I need to be fucked so bad. It's horrible." I whispered back.

"Have you been masturbating, here?!"

"Yeah..."

"My god Caitlin. You should go home."

"I know, but how will I get out of here?"

"Just say you need to go to the bathroom and don't come back."

"Will you come with me, Danielle?"

"Sure. Just peace and I'll meet you at your car in like ten minutes."

"Sweet. Okay. See ya then." I said, throwing my stuff together and darting for the door.

"Caitlin, where are you going?" My teacher asked, stopping me at the door.

"Um, I gotta go to the bathroom. Yeah." I said, throwing myself through the door before he had a chance to object further.

I ran down the hall and out the doors to the parking lot. I was free! The feeling was exhilarating. And in ten minutes, I knew I would be very, very happy...

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