Yes, she hides it from her mother

Anna went to open the door, but then realized the journal was still open on her bed. She slammed it shut and shoved it into her desk drawer. Then she spread out some other books on her bed and opened one to a random page. Anna’s secrets were safe, at least for now. Anna did what Veronica had told her: keep it between them. However, she told herself, she had to be more careful to hide it in the future.

There was another knock at the door.

“Sweetie, can I come in?” her mother’s voice asked.

“Okay, mom,” she called out.

The door clicked open and in walked her mother. She had an expression of concern on her face.

“What’s up, mom?”

“Sweetie, are you okay? Something seems different about you.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know, ever since you got home, you seem distracted. And there’s something else about you, something I can’t quite….”

“I’m fine, mom, I just had a busy day. I’m still, um, decompressing.”

Her mother still gave her an uncertain look, but did not press further. “Okay, sweetie. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Thanks, mom.”

She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and shut the door.

Anna flopped down on the bed. Almost getting caught with her journal open was strangely thrilling. She did not know why, but it seemed somehow important. She wrote the experience down in the journal. She had a feeling Veronica would want to know about it.

After dinner, she went back to her room. Anna could hardly concentrate on her other homework. She keep thinking of the day’s events: touching herself in class, her encounter with Veronica, being accidentally stripped more and more, and the embarrassment that carried with it a strange other feeling. She imagined herself in that situation again. She imagined herself in the middle of the school, fully stripped, where anyone could catch her. She imagined… and she felt the warmth growing between her legs.

She hastily finished her Spanish homework, knowing she made mistakes but not bothering to look up the right answers. She did not even bother doing her math homework… she did not have enough of a brain left to think about calculations. Her whole mind was swimming with the events of her day, a day like she never had before, a day that she, deep down… wanted again?

When she had finished her work, she shoved her things back in her backpack for tomorrow. She hastily brushed her teeth, then shut off her bedroom light and closed the door. She wanted to get in bed as soon as possible. She needed it again.

Anna normally slept in a baggy tee shirt and underwear. That would not do this time. She stripped off her clothes and threw them toward the hamper, not even bothering to see where they landed. She stood there, naked in the moonlight. Then she slid her naked body under the covers and slid her fingers into herself. She used her imagination, as she always did, picturing the day’s events in her mind’s eye. She imagined how she shocked even herself, by masturbating in the classroom. She thougt about Veronica’s scent, her musk, her kisses, her bites. She thought about how she was stripped in class and the library, article by article, until she caught the eye of her voyeur. She thought about how innocently her day had started, with one tiny itch. She wondered how her day would have gone if she had not felt that itch. Maybe it would have been just a normal day. She would go to chemistry, Spanish, social studies, lunch, text her friends and do her homework. She would still be just an ordinary honor student.

What about Veronica, though? She would still be her substitute English teacher; she would still have done the same thing; or would she have? Maybe if she had not had that encounter, Ms. Raynes would have been just an ordinary English teacher. Maybe she was doing all of this because of Anna. Maybe because she was teaching Anna a lesson. Maybe everybody else’s awakening was just coincidental. Was Veronica teaching her other sections the same thing? Anna’s mind was wandering. She needed to focus, to keep her mind on things.

She felt that she had written her feelings so perfectly in her journal. She should use it now. She pulled her desk drawer open, took out the journal, and threw it on the bed. She took her desk lamp off her desk and clamped it to her bed’s headboard. She opened her journal to the moment she met Veronica, Then, with a spotlight over her covers, she got under the blanket. Holding the book up with her left hand, she slid her right hand between her legs and got to work.

She did not stay covered for long. The movement of her arm shook her whole body. Her raised arm holding the book, combined with the vibrations of her movement, caused the blanket to slip down from her shoulders. The action exposed her softly jiggling breasts, emphasized by the light spilling across her chest in the darkness. As she read the words of being stripped and dominated, she felt the heat in her growing. It grew too much to bear. She impulsively flung off the covers and continued, her now fully naked body illuminated by the desk lamp.

She read about the way Veronica touched her, how she touched Veronica, how they were in that room at school where anyone could catch them. She was too turned on to rub herself softly or take it slow. She plunged her fingers into herself quickly and deeply while her thumb stroked and vibrated on her clit. She felt a tingling spread through her nerves and fill her whole body. She moaned desperately. She was so close.