Bianca struggles against her urges

Bianca couldn’t concentrate and it was driving her crazy. After milking herself that morning she’d decided to just stay in her room and study, she couldn’t see Nick until Monday which meant she had to find 48 hours’ worth of distractions to stop her mind from drifting to thoughts of Thomas’ big throbbing sexy cock…

NO!

She pinched one of her exposed nipples to try and snap herself out of it; it sprayed a light jet of milk across the desk which she just managed to avoid getting all over the book she’d been reading for class. In the privacy of her room Bianca had undressed from the black thong she’d been wearing to get more comfortable, put on some music and tried to think about anything else.

The sounds of Pamela and Thomas fucking down the hall had pushed the poor girl over the edge; she couldn’t get away from the pleasurable moans her friend was making, and the knowledge that it was Thomas’ dick that she was enjoying so much. It was **** and it hadn’t taken long for Bianca to whimper and finally crack; she ended up throwing herself onto her bed and just rubbing her sex, legs spread wide and toying with her body to no satisfying conclusion.

It was like scratching an itch, she knew she was only making her arousal worse, without a guy to give her any kind of release she was only torturing herself, but she couldn’t stop.

“Focus girl… come on…” she moaned in frustration, her eyes landing on the picture on her desk of her and Nick together; a selfie taken at the aquarium, both dressed in thick coats of winter, arms around each other.

Oh god, stop it!

The guilt and self-loathing she felt snapped her out of her feverish fingering and she practically threw herself out of bed and back to her desk. Turning her music up louder she tried to read what was written in the book but all her mind could focus on was the primal needs of her body. It was driving her crazy.

“Fuck you Thomas” she said to herself, dropping her head into her hands and covering her face, beneath the desk her bare feet bounced constantly in, fluttering, anxious arousal. Of course the pervert had a big cock, typical… just typical…

She hadn’t felt like this since she’d first starting dating Nick… the butterflies in her stomach, the horny excitement of thinking about him… only that had felt so good then, so positive… this felt like a nightmare.

Time seemed to crawl for the girl as she sat, reading and re-reading the same page of her book over and over; the information never seemed to stick, she knew she was just going through the motions of running her eyes over the text but her mind was definitely elsewhere...

She needed a glass of ice water or something, anything to help her compose herself and calm down. Stepping gracefully back into her black thong the girl checked herself her bedroom mirror to make sure she was presentable. Her auburn hair, slightly redder than Pamela’s, was a little dishevelled but she tussled it with her fingers until it was more settled, her cheeks were a little pink and flushed but she could settle that when she’d calmed down. She turned to admire her ass in the mirror, reading Nick’s name in her sex-mark,

“That’s my guy…” she told herself, like a reassuring mantra, “That’s my guy…” Still repeating those words in her head she took a deep breath and stepped out of her room.

It took her two steps before she ran into Thomas in the hall.

Bianca’s entire body froze; arousal, frustration, fear and guilt all surged through her in one overwhelming tide and she immediately turned and fled back into the safety of her room, closed the door and sunk to her knees, her hands pawing at her tits and pussy feverishly as tears started to stream down her cheeks.