Maybe splash some cold water in your face?

Giving yourself a small cold shower should do you some good. You head over to the bathroom to get some water. But as you are standing at the faucet you hear a soft groan behind you. It is coming from the stall. Sounds like somebody is on the toilet.
You are about to ignore it but then you hear, “Oh, Seela.” Being whispered from there.
Wait, someone is groaning your name? You sneak closer to the stall and listen carefully.
“Mh, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Another whisper comes from the stall.
“On purpose, what did I do on purpose?” You wonder.
“First you fill out that shirt so amazingly and then you feel up my dick with your butt.”
“Marash?!” You think. “Is that Marash whispering about me?”
“Ohhhh. But you won’t play me that easily.”
You heard enough. You can’t wash your face here. Not now. You need to go.

You silently leave the bathroom then quickly run to your quarters. Once there you close the door and ask out loud, “Did Marash just touch himself while thinking about me?”
You didn’t mean to play with him. It’s not your fault that your boobs are so big, or that the shirt Seva gave you is so tight. Then you pull your Lekku aside and check your boobs. Oh yes, your nipples are still trying to pierce through that shirt.
Why are they even doing that? Did sitting on Marash’s dick truly make you horny as well?
Curiously, you place a hand on your butt, the same place where Marash’s dick had been pressing against and start pushing your hips back and forth.
“Is this really something that would excite me?” You wonder.
Your nipples do seem to indicate so. But if your nipples are hard, shouldn’t that mean that …
You unbutton your cargo shorts and slide a hand into your panties. Yeah, you’re moist there. Apparently, you do like this.

You let your pants drop to the ground and crawl onto the bed. While kneeling on your bed, you press your hand against your pussy. Then you hold your hand in place and shift your hips back and forth. You pretend that your hand is Marash’s dick and you are sitting on his lap again.
“This … doesn’t feel so bad.” You say to yourself.
While riding your hand, your lekku keep brushing against the sides of your breasts. Every time they do, you feel as if it is not enough. Like they need to be touched more. You bring one of your hands to your breasts and cup one of them.
“Oooohhh.” You moan softly.
You then start caressing your breast, even though a white shirt is still in between. Your breathing starts to get heavy and your hips move faster.
“Is this what Marash was feeling when I was pushing back against him?” You ask. “Oh god, he must have been going crazy. No wonder he ran off to the bathroom.”
Then you softly pinch one nipple with your thumb and index finger and quickly bite your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning.
“Oh, Marash. I’m so sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.” You promise as you continue playing with yourself.
You feel something building inside you. You don’t know what it is, but something tells you, you should just keep going. Then, all of a sudden, a burst of pleasure explodes from your pussy and surges through the rest of your body. You feel the muscles in your pussy contract. Your vagina pulses as if it is trying to grab hold of something. Then the pleasure wavers and disappears.
“Holy.” You say. “That sure was something.”
When you pull your hand out of your panties, you notice it is drenched. And so are your panties.
You place your panties into your wardrobe and start a decontamination. While waiting for it, you hop into your shower and wash your hands. Once the decontamination is done, you put your pants and cargo shorts back on. By that time your nipples have finally calmed down and returned back to their normal state.

You then return to the cockpit where you find Marash has already returned.
“Hey, Seela.” Marash says. “Where have you been?”
“Oh,” You say, worried he is curious about what you’ve just done. “I just went and washed my face with some cold water … in the shower … in my room.”