You have trouble paying attention in class.

You check your clock and see you still have more than a few hours until your first class of the day. With your roommate still off doing who knows what, you're alone for the foreseeable future.

Your pussy is still aching from the hour of edging earlier, not to mention that quick blowjob still lingers in your mind. The only thing you can think to do is head outside and take a walk to clear your mind.

Once you step back outside, you realize the late summer heat has picked up since the early morning has passed. There's scant shade covering the campus sidewalks, so you make a game-time decision and head towards the far side of campus up against the wood line. You find the same path you and Emily took on Saturday night through the forest.

The trees blot out enough of the sun to keep you cool, and the dirt doesn't radiate up nearly as much heat as the pavement. You still sweat a bit as you pick up the pace, but it's tolerable. Since it's not dark this time, you're able to avoid tripping on the roots that protrude from the ground while enjoying the views.

You stare a bit too long, however, at a couple making out against a tree, only pretending not to notice them after they give you an annoyed look. Other than that, you come across only a few other people out here, mostly what looks to be other students plus a few older adults walking their dogs.

All this walking does have one immediate benefit: you've become much more accustomed to moving around in the chastity belt. As far as you can tell, no one seems to be able to tell there's something wrong with how you're walking.

Eventually, you find that you've looped around and are back on campus. With your goal of focusing on something other than your need for orgasm completed, you make your way back to your dorm room and head inside.

The cold air cools you down nicely as you step inside your room. Emily is back now, but she's working on something and doesn't give you more than a quick greeting as she's splayed out across her bed with her laptop, a textbook, and a notebook and pencil. You leave her to it as you grab your own laptop and headphones in order to kill some time.

After some time, it's finally mid-afternoon and nearly time for your class. You head over to the building and search around for the classroom. Once you find it, you take a seat nearby in the hall until the current class lets out. Once it does, you look to see if you can spot any familiar faces, but it mostly looks to be upperclassmen leaving the class, followed by an elderly guy with a beard who you surmise must be the professor.

You head inside and take a seat near the back. As the minutes pass, other students filter in as well. Given that this is a history class that you picked up just to start filling out your general requirements, you're not too surprised to see a proper mishmash of student ages. Finally the professor saunters in. He's the same old guy you saw leave fifteen minutes earlier. Considering that you saw that class let out exactly on time, you give up any hope of getting out early on the first day.

The class starts and you quickly find yourself already becoming bored with the syllabus lecture. You stop paying attention to the professor's drivel and instead start looking around. Again, you don't recognize anyone here, but you can tell many of them aren't paying attention either. From your spot in the back of the classroom, you see that at least half of the students are looking at their phones under their desks. Your count increases once the professor moves on to an actual history lecture.

Interestingly enough there's one girl who catches your attention. She's sitting diagonally from you and is awkwardly fidgeting about in her seat. From time to time, she clenches her legs together, only to release them again and scoot back in her chair. Meanwhile, her left hand is tightly gripping the rail holding the chair to the desk. Her other hand is holding her pen to her mouth and she's chewing it to pieces. Once you see how flushed her face is, you think you've seen enough to know what's going on.

Undoubtedly, she's locked in the same tortuous device you are and it's powered up and edging her right now. What kind of program could she be assigned to that would be stimulating her during class, you wonder. You end up watching her struggle through the rest of class. Occasionally, it seems like her belt relents and the girl regains her composure, then a few minutes later she goes back to squirming in her chair.

Finally, the end of class arrives and the professor dismisses you all out of the class for the day. You have another class in fifteen minutes, but you wonder if you should chase after and try to talk to the girl you spent the last hour watching.