She needed more.

She watched her juices glistened in the light. Beads of needy liquid slowly drifted down, dripping onto the floor and oozing down her fingers. The burning anger within her fizzled out, being pushed to the side by something of a trance. She looked at her fingers with a mix of curiosity and arousal. Her hand drifted closer to her face to get a closer look, meanwhile other hand subconsciously moved towards her unsatisfied pussy.

She began rubbing herself over her soggy panties like she often would when she used to get off. She hadn't done it in a year and a half now, not since she first got to college. With a nerd like Mack under the same roof? Just his sheer presence turned off any semblance of horniness she would normally have built up. The same went for Mack. Just Stacy being anywhere near him reminded him of her extremely annoying nonsense, making it very hard to get in the mood. Besides, they weren't hormonal teenagers anymore, so it wasn't much of an issue for them anyways.

But now, that same clock nerd had got her so worked up, she covered her fingers in pearly white syrup with ease. Her breathing got ragged as her rubbing reignited the lust within her and her hand got closer to her face. She didn't know why she kept bringing them closer, but was too distracted to think about it. All she could guess was that it lied somewhere between lust and appalled shock. After all, just a singular hour ago, Mack was one of the least attractive people she ever had the misfortune of meeting.

And yet, he had gave her one of the hardest orgasms of her life. Who wouldn't be a little suprised? Not that she would ever accept that fact, even if the thought did cross her mind, even if it was the truth. That was far out of the question. She could never let anything like that anywhere near her. She had too much pride.

At the moment, however, even that pride held bated breath as two things got closer; her hand to her face, and her pussy to a second climax. She leaned forward a bit, as though to meet her hand in the air. It was already so close, she could almost smell it. The reflective surface of her nectar and her steadily rising pleasure clouded her judgement. As her hand got even closer, a single thought made its way through the fog; what would it taste like? It wasn't until she slowly stuck out her quivering tongue that she snapped back to reality.

She shouted out to the empty room "What the FUCK am I DOING?!" She pulled both her hands away from her, holding them out to her side. After a moment of heavy, ragged breathing, she realized she needed to clean up. As she grabbed a tissue and cleaned her hands, she came to three conclusions. She did not like these conclusions. At all.

Firstly; If she had gone any farther, if she really did taste herself, she probably would have came, and hard. The instant she realized that, she tried to shove the notion out of her mind. It didn't work.

Secondly; Mack had done something to her. She didn't really know what, she certainly didn't know how, but she knew exactly why. ****. Knowing that it was vengeance, karma for everything she did up until then, made a shiver of satisfaction run up her spine. She wasn't suprised. This was exactly how Mack wanted it. Somehow, he could make her feel things she didn't want to feel. That's were the lust came from. Where else?

Thirdly; She was still really horny. She was far too close to the edge for comfort, and stopping so near a climax did not make her situation easier to deal with. Even wiping over her panties with a tissue made her shudder. She was tempted to just keep going, but that would probably only make Mack's job easier.

It wasn't long before she came to fourth conclusion, a sort of final decision; she needed to put a stop to this. Now. Before... whatever it was he had planned out was set into motion. So, she finished drying herself, threw on some proper clothes, and steeled herself.