Lecture escapade.

Later that day I find myself in a lecture hall, together with a decent amount of other students.

As I sit there, my mind begins to wander. I try to focus on the professor, on the words coming out of his mouth, but I can't. All I can think about is the feeling of a cock inside me, the roughness of a man's touch, the pleasure of an intense orgasm. Like last night.

I glance around the room, taking in the different men that surround me. There's the jock in the front row, with his broad shoulders and bulging biceps. I can imagine him on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he thrusts his hips. I can see the sweat glistening on his forehead, the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he cums inside me, or as he sprays his load over my face and tongue.

Yes last night has definitely broken something inside of me. I can basically feel the need to be used like a slut. Maybe because that's what I am. A dirty slut, that let her neighbor, just after learning his name, come in her house as if he owned it and fuck her like she was a cheap whore.

My thoughts become more and more filthy, my mind filling with fantasies of jocks using me, of bullies humiliating me, and the taste of..... I should really seek help.

But at the same time I can feel the heat building between my legs, the aching of my pussy as it grows wetter and wetter. I shift in my seat, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it only makes it worse.

I look to my left, where the only other person sitting next to me is a nerdy guy. He's been stealing glances at me throughout the lecture, his eyes lingering on my breasts and my legs. I can tell he's thinking dirty thoughts about me. I know because I've been in the exact same situation. I can practically see what he's doing to me inside his head. And it only makes me wetter. It makes me want to indulge in these fantasies and luckily for me this classroom isn't empty, otherwise I would absolutely do so. Or maybe that's unlucky, since I wanna do it.

I bite my lip.

Alright, you've been staring so much, and made me so wet... this is all your fault.

I slowly spread my legs, just a little. Then I move my skirt up, just enough to reveal the edge of my panties, feeling the cool air on my skin, the tingling sensation that comes from being exposed. I move my hand to my lap, pretending to adjust my skirt, but in reality, I'm moving it closer to my pussy, hooking my right index finger inside my panties and moving them way more than necessary, but he doesn't need to know. He just needs to see.

I start to touch myself, my fingers tracing the outline of my labia. I can feel the wetness drenching my fingers, the warmth that radiates from my pussy. I start to rub myself, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. It feels amazing. I'm not doing anything fundamentally different from normal masturbation, but maybe it's the fact that I'm doing it in the fucking lecture hall, while a guy I've never seen or talked to before watches me.

Or is he?

Glancing at the nerdy guy next to me, I can see the lust in his eyes. Yep he's definitely watching me, his gaze fixed on my hand as it moves between my legs. I can tell he's imagining what it would be like to be inside me, to feel my pussy wrapped around his cock.

I increase the pace of my movements, my fingers moving faster and faster, to the point the girl in the row before me turns around, as she can hear the squelching sounds. But I can't bother to care. I feel the pleasure, the tension reaching the maximum. And then, with a sudden jolt, I cum. The orgasm crashes through me, a wave of pleasure that makes me gasp. I lean back in my seat, my legs shaking as the aftershocks of my orgasm wash over me.

This was hella fast, but it fulfilled its task. I look to the guy next to me. He's staring at me wide-eyed, but quickly looks away once he notices my gaze.

I quickly adjust my skirt, trying to cover up the evidence of my pleasure. I look around the room, pretending to be oblivious to the stares I'm getting. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, the embarrassment that comes from being caught. But at the same time, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I've just had an orgasm in the middle of a lecture, and some people even noticed. Am I gonna be called a slut? Are guys gonna search me out to fuck me?

The rest of the lecture goes on, but I can't focus. All I can think about is the feeling of my fingers inside me, the pleasure that came from being watched by a stranger. I can feel the wetness between my legs, the aching of my pussy as it grows wetter and wetter. I can't wait to get home, to touch myself again, to experience the pleasure that only comes from being a woman.