My homework

My biology homework went nowhere this afternoon. I opened the book, but the teacher’s face kept getting in the way. Every time I tried to focus on the page, the memory of him at the front of the room pulled me back. I started rubbing my thighs together under the desk, pressing the pen between my lips, imagining it was his mouth instead. Soon my homework was forgotten. I slipped a hand under the waistband of my little skirt, found myself already slick. My fingers moved in slow, tight circles right over my clit while I pictured him standing above me, watching. I pushed two fingers inside, hips rolling against the chair, breath catching every time the memory of his voice filled my head. The quiet room filled with the soft sounds of my own need, and I didn’t stop until the tension snapped and I came hard, biting my lip to keep from moaning his name out loud.