You go back to your dorm.

When you reach your dorm building it's late enough that all the halls are empty—you feel strangely excited from just the simple act of walking through your hall as a girl. Reaching your dorm door without incident, you quietly pad into the room, careful not to wake Andy. Yet, when you pass his bed, you realize he isn't there. You turn back to flick on the light switch and scan the room to find a small sticky note posted right above his bed.

not gonna be home tonight. staying over @ parents, it reads. Somehow, you get the feeling that this isn't exactly truthful. You slide open the drawer of his bedside table and, to no real surprise, you find his silver ring conspicuously missing.

God damn, Andy, you perv... You smile to yourself, shaking your head. Whatever. I should get to bed. You reach down to your finger, ready to slip off the ring, when suddenly you pause. Do I really need to take it off? What's the harm in just keeping it on?

Even this simple thought of keeping on your ring brings thoughts of arousal to the forefront of your mind. Almost unconsciously, you start to rub yourself over your jeans, and almost immediately feelings of pleasure begin to ripple through your body. You're beginning to suspect that these rings significantly amplify the feelings of female pleasure—either that, or all girls are secretly horny all the time! Simply applying the slightest pressure or contact seems like enough to induce the warmth that you've already grown to crave.

Before you know it, you're lying in bed, naked except for your ill-fitting male boxers shorts. As you rub and lightly pinch at your nipples with your left hand, you reach your right hand down into the boxer shorts. You slip a finger between your lower lips and gasp, feeling your wetness as you rub up and down. You begin to pick up speed, adding a second finger as you move faster, easily lubricated by only your own juices. Moaning and gasping at the waves of pleasure traveling through your body, you slip a finger inside yourself, reaching as deep as you can, and then deeper, rubbing at your inner walls and continuing to increase the feelings you'd thought couldn't get any better. You slip in a second finger, stretching your tight pussy, marveling at how good it feels. Instinct takes over as you stop acting consciously, simply allowing yourself to ride the wave of your own arousal. You are no longer in control of your own body; you close your eyes and simply experience the moment as your fingers fuck you, your other hand rubbing at your hyper-sensitive clit. Thoughts of sex flow through your mind; you imagine yourself sucking a cock, you imagine being eaten out by a man, then a woman, you shudder in pleasure as you imagine a cock pushing into you, entering you... your arousal builds and builds until it bubbles over into your climax. Unlike orgasms as a male, one burst and then you finish, this is a result of building and building, a slow burn of pleasure. You finish, breathing ragged and hard, but feel like you could keep going forever.

I regret rejecting Andy last week now... Holy shit. I need to get fucked.

That evening, you settle into your bed, leaving your ring on your finger. Your last thoughts before you drift off are of sex, and you resolve to make sure you experience sex as a girl this weekend.