Chapter Text
Daydreaming
I got in my English class, saluted the teacher, and sat at the back of the class. I was so tired since I hadn't slept correctly last night. I had math homework to finish, and it was difficult. I took out my notebook for the class as the bell rang. I knew I wouldn't take any notes, but I took it out anyway. The teacher started to talk and I was already out mentally. I had zoned out and couldn't care less if I missed class. I rested my chin on my palm and tilted my head. I was about to fall asleep when I noticed two pairs of eyes staring from two different directions in the class. It came from a girl and a boy that I saw in some of my classes. Victor and Nathalie. Why were they looking at me and why was my heart beating so fast? I adverted my gaze to the side and looked through the window. Suddenly the tree outside seemed less intimidating than those two people. She was the top student academically, and he was the top student in sports. Why were they both looking in my direction at the same time? Maybe I was imagining it, but their eyes seemed so welcoming and sweet as they glanced at me. I turned my head back to the lesson, and I could still feel their glances every now and then. A warm, fuzzy feeling washed over me because of them. I began to zone out, lost in my thoughts. What if those two had crushes on me?
I was now daydreaming about a world where I would be the crush of those two and I wanted to spread my legs all of a sudden. Imagine her kissing my lips and telling me how much of a naughty girl I was for failing my math exam or him, letting his hands travel all over my curves, asking for my next demand. Imagine having both of them and a room with me. She would be dominating me and he would be obeying my commands and begging me for my kisses. She would put a collar on me and call me a good girl or a naughty one and tease me whereas my clothes are still on me. A hand sliding down there and rubbing without a hurry on my part. He would hold my waist and hope for me to be as horny as him. He would lean his head in the crook of my neck and kiss my neck so gently. "My queen", he will say. I would demand that he unbutton my shirt, and he would do it with those sweet puppy eyes. God was I horny with those thoughts. I crossed my legs and hoped to calm this flowing wetting feeling that I felt between my folds. I closed my eyes and counted to three. I shouldn't be edging myself in the middle of class right, but I started this. I lifted my arm and the air and asked the teacher if I could go to the restroom. He agreed and I left the class and walked frenetically to the bathroom. I enter a stall and close the door. Was I doing this? I sat on the toilet and took off my pants and underwear. I was so wet already, it was almost impossible. I spread my legs and touched my lips. I used to do this but at home. Doing it here was crazy. I flicked my bean with a slight urge and my heart throbbed. Pleasure ran into my veins. I tried to remain silent.
I washed my hands in the sink. I was ashamed of what I had done in this stall. Why was I this aroused at the thought of those two? They just looked at me for a few seconds and yet, I was horny. Maybe I should get to class already.