Mari sat in Lit class unable to concentrate.
It was her own fault; since putting the idea of Matt in her head, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Wondering what it might have been like if he had pinned her against the wall in the store closet…
She chewed on her lower lip and pressed her thighs together, imagining Matt’s large hands on her waist as he pressed her into the wall. Or maybe he would hold her hands above her head, lower his lips to her neck, making her gasp in pleasure.
God, she wanted to be touched so much.
The room was quiet, with her classmates all having their heads in their primary text for that week. Ever so slowly, Mari slid her hand under the desk and onto her stocking-clad thigh. She tried to make as little movement as possible, and stared at the book in front of her, occasionally underlining something to give the impression of working.
When she thought it was safe, she moved her hand further up her leg, parting her thighs just enough to allow a finger to brush against the gusset of her panties.
Mari struggled to repress a shiver as she stroked her pussy lips through the material. Her thighs were so soft, she needed to feel more of her skin.
Carefully, she pushed her underwear to one side and began to stroke her clit slowly, feeling the warmth gather in her pussy as her juices started to flow.
Her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra as she slipped her finger down into her slick folds and tried to control her breathing.
The squeak of a chair made her freeze, and glance up.
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