I want to touch myself

This chapter was written collaboratively with an AI at aidungeon.io.

“Are you ready to listen to the teachings of your body?” Ms. Raynes continued.

Anna was trembling. She was scared, and ashamed, and nervous. But she was also defiant. She would not let her inhibitions hold her back from this. Not when everyone else was doing it. She squared her shoulders, held her head high, and spoke a certain, “yes.”

Ms. Raynes walked over to Anna’s desk, placing her fingers on its surface.

"And what is it that you want to do…” she asked… then, in a voice so low that only Anna could hear it, “kitty?”

Anna felt the heat course through her body.

"I… I want to touch myself."

"That's a good start."

"But I'm nervous."

"That's natural. It's okay to be nervous. But that's not a reason to be scared. You can do this. Just remember, I'm right here with you. We're in this together."

"I need to touch myself."

"Then do it. Touch yourself."

Anna closed her eyes. She concentrated on the feelings inside her, the tingling…

“No, not like that,” Ms. Raynes said. “For real.”

“Wh-what?”

“Touch your pussy for me.”

The class let out a gasp. Anna blushed, but slowly nodded. She glanced down at her lap. She lifted her skirt and slowly slid her hand under it. She was reminded that, even in her new uniform, her underwear was still missing. She shivered as her fingertips lightly traced the outline of her vulva, when she felt her wetness. But she continued toying with herself. Slowly massaging her swollen clitoris. Stroking it between her fingers. Teasing the tip.

She began to moan softly.

Anna gripped her fistful of skirt fabric and dug her nails into it. She kept her eyes locked on Veronica's face. Her breathing was ragged.

"Anna?"

"I'm…" she gasped. "I'm going to come. I’m coming."

"That's okay. You can do it. Your body gives you permission. Just keep thinking about how much you want this. How much you want…” Then she silently mouthed, “me.”

Anna let out a long, loud cry as her orgasm ripped through her. Her face twisted into an expression of sheer pleasure. There were a few sounds from the rest of the class: more gasps, soft, nervous laughter, and more than a few moans of their own.

Anna collapsed back into her seat, panting and sweating. She glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was 4:23. They had been there more than an hour past the end of the school day. She had not even registered the sound of the class bell.

"Superb," Ms. Raynes said. "Wonderful. Ms. Nin would be proud. But I think that's enough for today. We'll resume this lesson tomorrow. Right, class?”

Their voices overlapped in affirmation.

“Excellent.”