Walking into the hallway she felt relieved to be out of the cold, though her nipples stayed numbingly hard. She tried to maintain normal conversation with Susan but it was proving difficult with all the distractions. The tiled floor felt sticky beneath her bare feet and she was aware of a few stares from her classmates.
Suddenly Jen felt a shove on her shoulder, throwing her off balance; she swung round to face Mel Green, the school’s resident bitch. “Hey Smith, heard you didn’t let my friend Sally here on the cheer squad…”
Sally was a small weed of a girl, Jen knew that Mel and Sally weren’t friends; this was just an excuse for Mel to pick a fight. As if she didn’t have enough to worry about, now she was drawing unwanted attention.
“… So I was thinking maybe you’d reconsider…” Mel said, cracking her knuckles.
Jen had had enough, she looked at Susan and they turned to go. “Don’t walk away from me Smith!” Mel said and Jen realised she was turning around to face the girl.
“Fuck off Mel” Jen said, hoping this would be enough to get the girl to leave, “I’m not going to reconsider”
Mel reached forward to grab Jen when a guy she’s never even met stepped in between them, “That’s enough, get out of here Mel” he said, leading the disgruntled girl away. Jen eyed her in victory but her feeling was short lived.
“Go fuck yourself Jen!” Mel shouted over her shoulder. Time seemed to slow for the girl, this couldn’t be happening!
Jen watched in horror as her left hand lazily worked its way down her body and started to rub her pussy, right there in the hall way.
Jen winced and realised that she couldn’t stop, she had no control! No-one else seemed to paying her any attention; even Susan was talking and walking, leading Jen towards their first class.
She gasped as she started to get aroused, unfortunately for her, her hand knew exactly where to touch her. She had to get Susan to help her, “S-Susan…*gasp*…you’ve got to he-elp me…*ungh* …I can’t do this here, tell me to s-stop!”
Susan looked perplexed, “tell you to stop? Why? What are you doing?”
Jen moaned in frustration, “I’m masturbating…*ah*… p-please just tell me to stop…”
Susan looked around, “Jen there’s nothing wrong with you masturbating; everyone’s seen you do it. You…” Susan was cut off by someone walking between them, when she returned she finished her sentence; “…masturbate constantly”
Jen felt the same tingle run through her left hand and pussy, “N-No!” She cooed, her voice broken by her pleasure. “I…*uh* don’t want to masturbate constantly!”
Susan gave her a sympathetic Pat, “Masturbating in public makes you embarrassed, it always has, but you can’t help it, you have to masturbate constantly or you get uncontrollably horny! Now come on let’s get to class…”
The tingle returned.
Jen moaned, she realised that she was horny, really horny; she had to masturbate to control it. If she didn’t she didn’t know what she’d do. She hated this, her life was slowly becoming more and more obscene…