Three hours studying at the library. Three hours of trying to focus while my mind kept replaying that moment from last week's party. The way you pressed me against the wall when no one was looking, your hand sliding up my thigh. I could feel your cock hard against my ass through your jeans. I've been wet all day just thinking about how badly I wanted you to rip my panties off right there and fuck me in that hallway. Kenta was ten feet away talking to friends, completely oblivious while I was imagining you spreading my legs open. The guilt should eat me alive, but my pussy is still throbbing at the memory.