Isolde withdrew her hand, bringing her fingertips to her nose and inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal filled her nostrils, making her dizzy.
Determined to regain control of herself, Isolde straightened her uniform and smoothed back her hair.
She would forget about what she'd seen today. Pretend it never happened. Focus on her progress, her future...
But even as she told herself these things, she knew it would be impossible to erase the memory of Elion's cock stretching Beatrice's tight cunt, or the way his strong hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her relentlessly.
Isolde's pussy clenched at the thought, fresh juices trickling down her inner thigh.
She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she imagined herself in Beatrice's place, impaled on Elion's thick shaft, screaming his name as he brought her to heights of ecstasy she'd never.
Pah!
She slapped her cheeks, "Get a grip Isolde!" breathing out heavily, she strode out into the corridor.
Isolde made her way through the quiet halls toward her dorm, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
She paused outside her door, fumbling with her keys as she tried to steady her trembling hands.
The cool metal slipped from her grasp once, twice, before she managed to unlock the entrance and slip inside.
The dorm was mercifully empty. Isolde closed the door behind her with a soft click, then leaned against it, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to process everything.
What had come over her? Why couldn't she tear herself away from that lewd display, even knowing she shouldn't watch? And why did it leave her feeling so... hungry?
Isolde moved to her bed on shaky legs, sinking down onto the mattress. She could still smell Beatrice's arousal on the air, could still hear the wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, could still see Elion's cock disappearing into that tight, willing cunt...
The thoughts were so difficult to dispel!
Heat flooded her cheeks as she felt her own arousal stirring once more. Her nipples hardened beneath her uniform, straining against the fabric. Between her thighs, her panties grew damp.
"...." she breathed, pressing her thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache building there. "What's wrong with me?"
But deep down, Isolde knew exactly what was wrong. She was desperate for that feeling, had been denying herself for far too long. And now, after seeing Elion in such a primal, masculine light, she wanted him more than ever before.
No!
She wanted to feel his hands on her body, his mouth on hers, his cock buried deep inside her...
No!
Isolde rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to regain control of herself.
It was no use.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Elion's cock - thick, veiny, glistening with the nurse's juices as he plunged into her over and over again.
The way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, the fierce concentration on his face as he chased his release.
Isolde couldn't take it anymore. With a frustrated growl, her hand drifted down to her skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband.
Isolde's fingers trembled as they traced the outline of her panties beneath her skirt. The thin cotton was already damp, and she gasped softly at the sensitivity of her own touch.
"Get a hold of yourself," she whispered, though the words lacked conviction. Her body had taken control, demanding satisfaction after witnessing such an erotic display.
With a determined exhale, Isolde slid her hand beneath her underwear, fingers immediately finding her swollen clit. She bit back a moan as electricity shot through her body at the contact.
"Elion..." she breathed, imagining his strong hands replacing hers, his talented tongue taking over where her fingers left off.
Her hips began to move in rhythm with her strokes, grinding against her palm as she worked herself closer to release.
The image of Elion fucking the nurse with such raw passion fueled her fantasy, and she pictured herself in Beatrice's place - legs wrapped around his hips, taking every inch of his impressive cock as he drove her toward ecstasy.
"Oh god, yes!" she gasped, her fingers moving faster, her other hand squeezing her breast through her uniform.
"Nghhhh...Ahhhhh!" She came with a cry that she quickly stifled with her free hand. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.
The aftermath of her orgasm left Isolde in a state of mortified confusion.
As the waves of pleasure receded, she became acutely aware of what she had just done - masturbating in her dorm room while fantasizing about her classmate having sex with the school nurse.
No, but she had actually seen it!
"Oh my gods," she whispered, pressing a hand to her flushing face. "What is wrong with me?"
She sat up abruptly, her uniform disheveled and her hair mussed from where she'd run her fingers through it during her climax. The reality of her actions hit her like a physical blow.
How could she have watched something so private and intimate? And worse - how could she have used it as material for her own sexual gratification? It was perverted, voyeuristic, completely inappropriate...
Isolde groaned, burying her face in her hands. How would she ever be able to look Elion in the eye again? Or Beatrice, for that matter? Would they somehow know what she had done? What she had seen?
Her stomach churned with shame and embarrassment. This was exactly the kind of scandalous behavior she normally condemned in others. And yet, here she was, no better than any of them.
"Get a hold of yourself," she muttered, straightening her clothes and smoothing her hair. "You're better than this."
But even as she tried to convince herself, her traitorous body still hummed with residual pleasure.
The memory of Elion's cock pumping in and out of Beatrice's tight pussy sent another jolt of desire through her, despite her best efforts to suppress it.
Isolde stood up, pacing the small space of her dorm room. She needed to get out, clear her head, put some distance between herself and this embarrassing situation.
But first, she needed to clean up. With a resigned sigh, she went to the bathroom and ran the tap, splashing cold water on her face as she waited for the sink to fill up.