Horny in class

The morning classes went by slowly. No one seemed to mind how slutty you were dressed, or how much skin your outfit showed. Joanna must have somehow made that “normal” with the device. A small part of you, a part you pushed deep down, was disappointed that the students and staff weren’t staring. You just felt so horny, all the time. Fuck Joanna! And fuck Tyler. You didn’t have to do much, being an exchange student, but you tried your hardest to answer questions. Whether it was to prove you were still you or for some other reason you didn’t know. You still retained a little knowledge from before Joanna fucked with your head, and you knew enough English still to hold a conversation, so you tried your damn fest to prove yourself. You were in the middle of a well reasoned, if a bit basic and heavily accented, argument in Psychology class when it happened. “I think that, because people are so influyente to others, nurture is—” “Lucia, please,” the professor interrupted. “I understand that you are from a different culture but here it is not permitted to masturbate in class.”

“Eh?” You looked down. “Ay, dios mío!” You hadn’t even noticed! While you were answering the question you had pulled up your skirt and started fingering yourself, completely unconsciously. Joanna giggled from beside you, and a couple other students did too. _They’re not even disgusted, they’re amused! Just how powerful is that stupid device?? And how the fuck did I not notice what I was doing? And why do I want to keep going…?_Sheepishly you pushed your skirt back down, cheeks burning both from embarrassment and arousal.