The teacher continued to drone on about something but I had no idea what it was because I couldn’t focus on anything.  

I shifted in my seat once again, glancing once more over at Ashley before quickly darting my gaze forward.  I woke up this morning with her head resting on my thigh, her cool breath hitting my heated pussy and her fingers rubbing my inner thigh, but she was fast asleep.

I’d been forced to carefully extract myself and then masturbate in the shower.  When I eventually came out, I was fairly sure I had rubbed my fingerprints off.  I almost had to go back in and make sure though when I came out to see her standing in just her boy shorts.

She had just turned and smiled at me before walking past and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.  Unluckily, I had no time to take care of myself after that and so I’m sitting here a few hours later with my horniness level only increasing.

Memories of last night just kept coming to the forefront of my mind and I was ready to explode if I didn’t get off soon, but I had to wait a little longer before I would be in a class I didn’t share with Ashley.  I had to wait because I was worried Ashley may follow me if I left the room and then I’d be screwed in a bad way.

I glanced over at Ashley and stopped cold before I could look away, transfixed by her tongue moving along her lips.  Her tongue then disappeared back into her mouth only to then peek out between her lips for a second.  My imagination quickly imagined that instead of it being her tongue, it was my clit and she was suckling gently-

I turned and threw my hand into the air, waving it furiously.

The teacher went silent and blinked a few times, probably surprised to see my hand up, “Uh… yes, Miss Carlin?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?!”  I would’ve cringed at the loudness of my voice or at the fact that I said can instead of may, but I had still had images of Ashley’s lips wrapped around my clit and that wasn’t an image that allowed me to cringe while seeing.