As the young brunette college girl named Janelle finished up her morning routine in the bathroom, she thought nothing of the need to relieve herself. Her long, lean legs looked amazing even in that mundane task, and her tiny figure made the toilet seem much larger than it actually was.
Janelle's mind was occupied with thoughts of her upcoming classes and the dreaded midterm exams that seemed to be looming over her head like a dark cloud. She had never been particularly good at science or math, so the prospect of failing wasn't high up on her list of desires.
With a sigh, she stood up from the toilet and adjusted her denim shorts, pulling them back into place before smoothing out her tight, white tee shirt. She glanced at herself in the mirror, running a hand through her curly hair. It wasn't perfect, but she looked good enough.
Walking out of the bathroom, Janelle couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the way her skirt hugged her hips and formed a 'V' at the small of her back. She'd spent ages trying to find the perfect outfit for today, something that would make her look sexy but not too much so. After all, she didn't want to distract the boys from their studies.
Heading towards her dorm room, Janelle noticed one of the guys from her chemistry class walking towards her. His eyes were glued to her rear end, and she couldn't help but blush slightly. "Hey, Janelle," he said, smiling at her.
"Hi, Mark," she replied, forcing a smile back at him. Inside, she was feeling anything but confident. Would he still look at her like that if he knew how bad she was at science?
As they walked past each other, Janelle felt a strange tingling sensation between her legs. Was it just the way he was looking at her? It wasn't like she'd never thought about it before; she was a girl, after all. But the way he was looking at her right now...it made her feel weird.
Feeling a bit unsettled, Janelle hurried up to her room and shut the door behind her. As she sat down on her bed to gather her thoughts, she couldn't help but notice how quiet it was in the dorm. It was almost like everyone else was gone, and she was all alone.
A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about Mark's gaze and the strange sensations she'd felt earlier. Suddenly, she realized she still needed to pee. Without thinking, she stood up and made her way back to the bathroom.
As she closed the door behind her, she could feel herself growing hot under the collar. Her heart was racing, and she was starting to sweat. This was crazy! Why did everything have to be so confusing?
Placing herself in front of the toilet once more, Janelle closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She needed to focus on the task at hand and nothing else. But as soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself looking down at her reflection in the water.
The sight of her own body made her gasp. There was something...different about the way she looked today. Her nipples were standing at attention, and she could feel a warmth spreading between her legs.
Without thinking, she reached out and touched herself, feeling the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. As she began to explore further, she found herself losing control of her own body. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.
Janelle's fingers danced across her skin, moving ever closer to her hidden treasure. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, and her heart was pounding in her chest. This was more than just curiosity now; she needed release.
And then, with one final push, she plunged two fingers into herself, feeling the heat and wetness that surrounded her. She moaned loudly, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. It felt so good, so right.
As she climaxed, Janelle bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying out. She'd never known pleasure like this before, and she wondered if she could ever go back to the way things were. But then, as she finally came down from her high, she knew she had to. She had exams to study for, after all.
Groaning, Janelle pulled her fingers out of herself and sighed. She felt dirty, used. And yet, a part of her couldn't help but wonder when she'd get another taste of that feeling...
