I Touch Myself

I make it very clear that I enjoy masturbating. That’s not a secret to anyone. But sometimes I think that I may have a problem. I’ve masturbated at work, in the car, on the train, in public restrooms. A few months ago, while sitting in the back row of my history class, I may have taken it a little too far.

I was sitting in class, bored as shit, and zoning out. When I’m bored, my immediate solution is to masturbate. When I’m at home and have nothing to do, I take out one of my toys and go to town. Naturally, I decided that I wanted to masturbate. In class. I was wearing a skirt, so I just reached up my skirt and started jilling off (I had to use that term. I just read it in a book, and hadn’t gotten a chance to use it yet. My apologies).

I managed to be pretty quiet and inconspicuous for a while, but when I get closer to getting off, it became more obvious as to what I was doing. The poor kid sitting next to me was trying so hard not to look, but just couldn’t help himself, eyes wide in disbelief. He was a freshman, too. I guarantee he went home, called his friends, and said, “College is awesome!”