Typical fantasy. Version 1.



I trembled at the contents of the box before me. Concealed snugly among the velvet cloth was an object smaller than a Duracell C battery. But after going seventeen days without an orgasm, it would still send shivers through me even if it was the size of a transistor. Regathering my thoughts, I looked around furtively before snaking my hand beneath my barely acceptable skirt. It was a good decision to have the video teach the class. My hand shook in the dark as I reached for the egg vibrator and proceeded to insert it deep within my moist pussy, trapping it against the double pearl thong digging between my engorged lips.

Shifting behind my desk, I clenched my pussy against the oval object, barely supressing a moan before I realized some eyes in my direction. Embarrassed, I quickly veiled my face with a tissue, pretending to blow my nose. What if they knew? Distracted by these thoughts and the heat accumulating between my legs, the public announcement system jolted me back to reality.

"Ms. Friedan please report to Mr. Marston's office at the end of the period." It was not often that I am needed by the principal and considering under ten minutes remained, I dismissed the class early.

"I am afraid Mrs. Belluci is unable to speak at the assembly later this afternoon." I can feel my heart sink knowing that it would probably be eighteen days now. "Since you are a close collegue and have assisted her in the presentation, I would like you to fill her place."

"Certainly. It would be my honor," I replied mechanically, avoiding any movement that may cause the pearls to rub agonizingly against my slit. Walking back to the classroom, I wondered what could have occupied Mistress and in turn the orgasm I desperately needed.

The rest of the day passed in a blur like the words currently echoing from the microphone. Sitting on stage, I began to feel nervous at the entire school population before me. I tucked several times at the hem of my skirt and crossed my legs when a vibration roared in my pussy. I froze immediately.

If Mistress was not here, who is controlling the remote to the vibrator? My attempt to solve the mystery proved futile against the waves of pleasure resonating from my aroused core. My hands instinctively reached for my bosom before I caught myself. I can't do this on stage! But it's been seventeen...my thoughts melted against the pulsing of the toy. If this keeps up, I am going to cum, no, explode in three minutes.

Of course, at that moment, it was my turn to speak. Struggling to my feet, I trudged towards the podium, my hips swaying, the vibration growing. Fighting to control my voice, I leaned over the microphone, my eyes level with the entire student body when I realized that I had left the box out on my desk! One of the students must have found the remote.

Frightened to no end, a long embarassing silence passed before I spoke. Unable to hear myself, every single nerve ending in my body focused on the humming between my weakening legs. My grip on the podium tightened and I can feel my toes curling, the blood rushing to meet the vibrations on the clit, my voice is close to a moan, moments before I release seventeen days of denial and teasing infront of everyone in the school. The struggle to hold back combined with the shame and humiliation would undoubtly make this the best orgasm of my life.

Then it stopped. Fractions from the edge. I immediately slumped to the stage, buried my fingers deep inside me, my skirt above my waist and screamed my orgasm.