Set Paige up for some hair play

The text will still be there later, but fun with Paige can't wait. As she absentmindedly plays with a lock of hair, you wish for her to always get turned on when someone plays with her hair. You make it so that she's aware of how much she likes it when other people touch it, but doesn't ever connect her increasing horniness to her own habit of playing with her thick, brown locks.

Mr. Stromire explains derivatives to the class for the millionth time, but even if you needed the review, you wouldn't be listening. The longer the class goes on, the more Paige messes with her hair and the more she fidgets in her seat. Halfway through the class she starts licking her lips impulsively.

A few students notice her agitated state, but nobody but you knows why she's so worked up. When Paige runs a hand through her hair and then strokes her thigh, a small moan escapes her lips. Mr. Stromire glances over the class, but shrugs his shoulders without figuring out what the noise was and turns back to the blackboard.

By the time class is almost over, Paige has worked herself into a small frenzy. The bell rings and she jumps out of her chair, probably heading somewhere to get some relief.