After the first hour

Your panties are drenched, your pulse hasn't slowed, and you've barely finished a page. Your hips rock back and forth instinctively; you stopped trying to keep them still a while ago now. Every so often your thighs clench together, sending a pulse of pleasure up from your dripping pussy. If anyone looked at you, they'd probably think you were having a bit of heat stroke, the way you were sweating and breathing. Pushing those thoughts from your mind, you look at your current question and struggle through a few more letters.

Focus slipping, you think back to your evening. How nice it felt to force pleasure on your body. How it must feel to try other ways to play with yourself. Being in public turns you on more than you expected, and your thoughts drift further. You could make yourself incredibly horny at an instant. At the mall, in class, on a date... Hmm it would be nice to be on a date right now. You imagine that you're so horny you throw yourself at them desperately. You could increase your sensitivity so that even a touch would send you over the edge. You bite your lip. How nice it must feel to give someone that power...

You snap back to reality when you realize that your fingers have started massaging your crotch through your jeans. You freeze, and look around. Thankfully everyone seems to be focused on nothing more than their papers. You look at the clock. Two hours remaining. Gritting your teeth, you look back at your paper, only to find it wet. You had been drooling during your little fantasy. This is ridiculous. How are you supposed to finish an exam like this? You've hardly started. Hips still rocking, you consider your options.