A young woman, barely twenty years of
age, somehow experienced in the world, loved to walk in the sunlight. . .
As
the clock ticked on, the sound somehow audible above the teacher’s lecture, Ari
deafly took notes, scribbling down random and probably useless information, as
well as drawing a few stick figures. She sighed and fidgeted with her
calculator, wondering if it would be wise to attach a sound chip to the equal
button that would say silly things each time it was pressed. As she pondered,
the teacher neared the conclusion of her lecture, and the other students began
to pack their things. The amount of noise the other students made irritated
Ari, it was rude, and the teacher was still talking. After the class ended and
most of the other students had left, Ari packed her book bag and began to leave
the classroom. As she walked through the door of the classroom, the gateway to
her freedom, a sudden jolt of excitement, her heart fluttered and she gasped.
She dropped her book, frozen, staring up at a man so magnificent that his
presence struck her to her core.
“Excuse
me”, she managed, as she stared up at the man. His eyes seemed to pierce her,
she could feel it. She trembled and her palms felt hot as she picked her book
from the floor and moved aside so that the man could pass. She clutched the
book to her chest so as not to drop it again as he passed her to get to a seat.
She felt silly, like she had butterflies. He looked at her from his seat and
she felt a rush of excitement, was he going to say something to her? “Ari,
class is about to start, are you in this one?” Her teacher was addressing her.
Ari apologized and fled the room. She ran to the nearest restroom and stole
away into a stall, breathing franticly, her heart pounding in her chest. She sat
down on the toilet, trying to calm down and stop her trembling hands. She
rubbed her chest, wondering if that would calm her heart at all. As she rubbed,
she let her hands trail down to her breast and she began massaging it gently.
It felt good and she started rubbing her other breast too. Her nervousness and
excitement slowly turned to arousal and passion as she squeezed and caressed
her soft, supple breasts. Lifting her skirt, she started to rub her sex through
her panties. With two fingers, she rubbed her clit through her plain cotton
panties and as she got hotter, she became wet. Finally, she moved her panties
aside and started caressing the wet folds of her pussy. She pressed a finger
just inside, just a bit and then back out, and she went back to rubbing her
clit with her now moistened finger. She made sure not to moan, for fear that
someone might hear her and know what she was doing inside the stall. As she
rubbed her clit, she imagined the man from earlier
touching her, whispering things in her ear; his hot breath on her neck. She
felt her orgasm building, and she rubbed quicker, losing herself in the
pleasure, she moaned. Right as she was about to come, she heard a toilet flush
in the stall next to hers and someone coughed. She froze, terrified, and
completely lost her orgasm.
She
waited in the bathroom until she heard the person leave and then quickly ran
out. She went home to her apartment and her cat, her heart racing from that
incredibly embarrassing experience.
