A rush to (and in) class

Lily awoke to a stream of sunlight assaulting her eyelids. She groaned, head throbbing, and pushed her head into the pillow, hopelessly wishing her hangover away. Eventually she forced herself awake, but as Lily slowly regained her senses, she noticed she wasn't the only one in the bed. Sleeping soundly next to her was Chloe, still naked from the night before. A wave of heat washed over Lily as she remembered what she could of the party, and the way she had taken control.

Fighting her hangover, Lily slowly slid her hand under the sheets, her fingers seeking out her own wetness. She rubbed her thumb against her swollen clit, looking over at Chloe's naked body as the pleasure built inside her. As Lily thought about her control over the sorority, and what she had made Chloe do, her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

Fantasising, Lily thought of all the new rules she could make today. Maybe she could change the dress code to something sexy, have teachers give out spankings for bad grades, or orgasms for good ones. A moan escaped her lips as she imagined taking control of an entire classroom, but as her gaze fell on her phone, she realised with a start she hadn't plugged it in last night.

The panic of potentially losing her power shocked her out of her pleasure zone, and she hurriedly retrieved her phone, only to discover the battery was completely dead. Lily quickly plugged it in to the charger, the phone booting up only to reveal Lily's class started in 10 minutes. She was running late.

Her heart pounding with panic, Lily left her phone on charge and quickly threw on some leggings and a t-shirt, trying to shake off the lingering fog of sleep and alcohol. With only a few moments to spare, she grabbed her backpack and raced out of the room.

Sprinting across the university grounds, Lily's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. In her rush, she'd forgotten to grab a bra, and her large breasts bounced violently with each step, making a spectacle of herself. She felt her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her t-shirt, teasing her as she ran. Despite the rush, Lily's mind kept replaying events from last night, and every few steps she caught the lingering scent of sex following behind her. As Lily recalled the expression Chloe had made when she came, she was glad she had pulled on a fresh pair of panties.

Finally, after running for what felt like an eternity, Lily reached her classroom. She burst through the door, eyes darting around wildly for an empty seat. Professor Chambers looked up from her notes, shooting an annoyed glare at Lily's disheveled appearance.

"You're late," she said, unimpressed. "Please, apologise to the class for your tardiness, then take a seat."

Blushing furiously, Lily glanced around the room at her fellow students. They were all watching her, some with amusement and others with sympathy. Lily spotted a few of her sorority sisters from last night. One of them turned crimson before she looked away, clearly remembering Lily's antics.

Clearing her throat, Lily managed to squeak out an apology. "I'm sorry for being late, everyone. It won't happen again." Her voice was barely audible over the sound of chatter and rustling papers.

Professor Chambers gave her a curt nod before returning to her lecture, leaving Lily to live down her embarrassment as she went to find a seat.

Lily sat down towards the back of the room, her heart still racing with adrenaline. As she tried to focus on the lecture, a male classmate named Lucas couldn't resist making a comment about her disheveled appearance.

"Hey, Lily," he smirked, glaring at her nipples poking through her shirt, "maybe next time you should finish masturbating before coming to class. You'll have to edge your way through the whole lecture now."

"Fuck off, Lucas!" Lily retorted, and tried to refocus on the lecture. But to Lily's surprise, her left hand began to wander beneath the table, and without her consent, started rubbing her pussy through her leggings. Lily was surprised by her own actions, but she couldn't seem to control herself.

Lily was concerned. Hadn't there been a rule about apologies? She couldn't remember exactly what she wrote in her drunken state, but clearly something was affecting her now. Her thoughts drifted back to her dorm where her phone and the app sat idle, but she was pulled back to the present by her hand sneaking its way underneath her panties.

As the lecture continued, she unwillingly caressed the dampness between her legs, her fingers softly teasing her moist pussy. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans as she started to rub her own clit, her arousal slowly climbing.

The professor's voice drifted in and out of her consciousness, replaced by the loud pounding of her heart and the growing pleasure building inside her. She looked around, but everyone was engrossed in the lecture, oblivious as she masturbated right next to them.

Her fingers moved faster, her hips grinding against the desk as she approached the edge of orgasm. With each passing moment, her pleasure grew stronger, and she knew that she couldn't hold out much longer.

And then suddenly, she stopped, right on the cusp of release. She tried to will herself to cum, squirmed for more stimulation, but found no matter what she did, she couldn't continue. She felt both frustration and relief as she regained control, sitting desperately close to the edge as the lecture continued. She sat there, breathing heavily, trying to regain her composure as the rest of the class remained oblivious to her secret.

And then, once the pleasure had subsided a little, her left hand betrayed her again. Returning to its place beneath her panties, her left hand teased her slowly and lightly, knowing how to stimulate her just enough to keep her on edge, while not letting her cum.

For the rest of the lecture, Lily was kept in a frustrating state of pleasure. Her left hand continued to tease her, driving her ever closer to the edge of orgasm, only to pull back at the last moment. She felt sweat starting to build up on her face, and her heart started beating faster.

The lecture dragged on, and Lily struggled to keep calm. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it was no use. Every time she moved, her hand followed, and she could feel her arousal growing stronger, threatening to overwhelm her.

As she struggled to maintain control, Lily saw movement out the corner of her eye, and turned to see Lucas watching her with a smirk on his face. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and wished that the desk would swallow her whole, or at least finally let her cum. But her left hand continued to torment her pussy, and Lily was stuck in a cycle of never-ending pleasure.

Finally, the lecture came to an end, and with a groan of frustration, Lily pulled her hand away, finally ending her impromptu masturbation session. The professor dismissed the class, and Lily fought her desperate urge to finish the job and cum right in the lecture hall, hurriedly gathering her things instead. As Lily began to leave, planning to head back to her dorm and check the rules on her phone, she was approached by Lucas.

"Hey, Lily," Lucas said with a sly grin as the lecture hall slowly emptied. "I saw what you were doing back there. It was... really hot." His voice was low and husky, and Lily could feel her cheeks burning with shame.

Lucas leaned in closer, his eyes locked on hers. "You should do it in all of your classes from now on. You know, just to keep things interesting." A slow smile spread across his face, and Lily could feel her heart racing with fear and arousal.

"No way!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking slightly. "I don't know what you think you saw, but—"

But Lucas cut her off with a chuckle. "Oh, I know." He looked down at her chest, "Love the new look, by the way."

Lily looked down to find her nipples rock hard, almost tearing through her shirt, and felt blood rush to her face in embarrassment. Then, out of compulsion from the compliment, she found herself saying "Thank you", and lifting the bottom of her shirt to her chin, leaving Lucas with a clear view of her naked breasts. Lucas stood there, mouth agape.

Lily was mortified, frozen as Lucas took in the sight of her bare chest. She cursed herself for skipping her bra in her rush to get to class. The only saving grace was that the lecture hall was mostly empty, and no one was looking her way. After what seemed like forever, she was finally able to drop the edge of her shirt, quickly covering herself back up.

Lily waited a moment, for Lucas to look her back in the eyes. There was only one thing she could do. "Please, just... don't tell anyone, okay?" she pleaded, her eyes darting around nervously.

Lucas smirked again, his eyes dropping back to her breasts, then returning to her face. "Don't worry, Lily. Your little secret is safe with me." And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Lily feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.