She needed to check her emails, she was waiting for an important one from a fellow student. ( path)

Email! Right, that was it. She would have slapped herself if she could have been bothered. She was waiting for an important email from another student. Some stupid gossip thing, the email itself didn't matter. Just that she knew it. Being in charge meant being on top of everything, she absolutely needed to know anything she could about everyone else.

Once she was finished with her hair, she stood up, checking out her body in the full length mirror for any flaw or imperfection. Nope, it was as always absolutely perfect. Her skin was tanned by long hours in the sun; her legs were long, and soft. She was caught admiring herself in the mirror for a moment, tracing the curve of her body with her own eyes. As usual, she'd slept in only her panties, so she had a first rate view.

She looked glorious. She always did. Her long leg, her pert breasts, the way that her panties clung only barely to her body. She was any boy's dream, and some girls as well.

As she looked at her body - her tanned, lithe body - she felt a familiar stirring in her gut. A faint blush emerged across her cheeks as she felt the heat inside begin to build. It felt naughty, but why not? Slowly, one of her hands rose up to her breast. Fondling herself slowly. Her fingers playing with the skin, kneading it, and rolling it.

Ugh. It felt good. Her own fingers were cold and shaky, but that only added to the feeling of the thing. She always felt like this when she was touching herself, because unlike her seductive looks and secret smirks might have suggested, she had never had sex before. She didn't even like to masturbate. Not that it didn't feel good, it felt amazing, but she had been raised in a religious town in the ass-end of nowhere. Even after so long, something like that was hard to shake off.

As her right hand played with her chest, her left began to sink slowly. Tracing the sensitive skin of her belly. It was like a trail of ice, sending shivers in its wake as her hand sunk lower, and lower.

Her cotton panties were a barrier which when reached sent a shock through her arm. For a moment, she panicked. Was she really going to do this? Masturbate in front of a mirror while she should have been doing any number of other things? Remembered shame rose up in her, which only served to fuel her lust. Why the hell not? It was her body, after all. She could do what she wanted.

Her hand carefully sunk below the waist oft he panties, making contact with her mound. It felt fuzzy, shaved recently. Kind of sensitive, actually. The touch sent a shiver through her body, making her want it even more.

Taking deep breaths, she inched down her panties, running them down one leg, and then carefully stepping away from them. She was naked now, looking at herself in the mirror. Tanned skin, auburn hair, green eyes. Her pussy was a small mound, freshly shaved. The lips were already parted. Glistening in anticipation.

She ran a finger over the entrance, stroking herself down there slowly at first. She picked up the pace as her lust began to grow, breath coming in sharp pants as she felt herself build.

Jana looked at the mirror again. Saw the rose-tainted blush of embarrassment which hung about her face. The aroused state of her pussy, its lips just slightly parted. Her nipples hardened by the sensation of her fingers. She began to rub herself more forcefully. The blunt **** just wasn't good enough, so she slowly slipped a finger inside her pussy. Her legs began to shake then, just a bit. It had been so long since she'd had fun like this...

What would the university feel like if they saw her like this? The people who looked up to her, and the people who lusted after her. They'd want to fuck her, wouldn't they? They'd want to have their way with her.

The thought made her horny, and she started to grind against her own finger. Feeling it pushing up inside her. She was slippery inside, and wet. Her own lust having already done most of the work.

She lay down on her back on the plush carpet, so that her pussy was facing the mirror, and spread her legs. The view was great. She reached with her left hand, and spread the lips of her labia. Exposing herself to the mirror, and bouncing the image back towards her. She felt horny seeing it, and dove right in. Fucking herself with her own finger. The penetration felt good, but it wasn't enough, so she slipped a second finger in, and then a third.

She was writhing on the floor now as she continued to watch the mirror and toy with herself. Each forceful entry giving more pressure, building up inside her.

As she toyed with herself, pushing the fingers deeper and deeper into her own pussy. Bucking and writhing at the feeling, she pretended that they weren't her own. Like she had been captured by a group of men, and they wanted to make her their toy. They were fingering her while forcing her to hold herself open for them. Laughing and joking as they did. She gaped as the fantasy added yet more fuel to her fires.

Yeah, they were making her hold herself open for them. Forcing her to give up control; the one thing she never lacked in her normal life. Maybe this was only the first round. They were getting her nice and ready. Next, they'd tie her down, and bring out some toys. Vibrators, maybe. Or a dildos. At any rate, she wouldn't have a choice in it, and they'd have their way with her. Making her orgasm again and again against her will until she was totally incapable of fighting back.

She practically felt the rope bit her arms as she pumped into herself furiously. The orgasm exploding outwards from her core with waves of white-hot pleasure. Gasping and a bit sweaty, she finally relented.

That had...

That had been something special.