As I sat in my math class, my mind began to wander. I couldn't focus on the equations in front of me. All I could think about was the intense ache between my legs. I was 18 years old at the time, and I had just discovered the power of my own body. I had never felt so alive, so horny. I tried to discreetly adjust myself in my seat, but it only made things worse. The fabric of my skirt rubbed against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. I knew I had to get out of there, and fast. I gathered my things and made my way to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me as I slipped out the door. I didn't care. All I could think about was the release I craved. As soon as I was alone in the bathroom, I unzipped my skirt and pulled down my panties. I could feel the cool air of the bathroom against my bare skin. I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. This was it. I began to rub my fingers against my clit, feeling the familiar tingle spread through my body. I moaned softly, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. I didn't want anyone to hear me. As I continued to pleasure myself, I couldn't help but think about the boy I had a crush on. Let´s call him Mike for this sake, and he sat in the front row of our math class. I had never spoken to him, but I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with him. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. I froze, my heart racing. I quickly pulled up my panties and zipped up my skirt, trying to look as innocent as possible. Luckily, it was just the janitor. He didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. I breathed a sigh of relief and made my way back to class. As I settled back into my seat, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had gotten what I needed, and no one was the wiser. The rest of the class passed in a blur. I couldn't focus on the math problems in front of me. All I could think about was the way my body had responded to my touch. I had never felt so alive. As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I gathered my things and made my way out of the classroom. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me once again, but I didn't care. I knew what I had done, and I didn't regret it. As I walked home, I couldn't help but think about Mike. I knew I had to talk to him, to see if there was anything between us. I couldn't wait to find out. Over the next few weeks, I made a point to sit next to Mike in class. I tried to catch his eye, to see if he was interested in me. And finally, one day, he smiled at me. My heart skipped a beat. This was it. I knew I had to make a move. After class, I approached him. "Hey, Mike. Can I talk to you for a minute?" He looked surprised, but he nodded. We walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. "Listen, I know we've never really talked before, but I just wanted to say that I think you're really cute. And I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me sometime?" He looked at me, his eyes shining. "Yes. I would like that very much." And with that, our friendship began. It was intense and passionate, filled with late-night phone calls and stolen kisses. I thought I had found something special with him, and I was grateful for the way my own body had led me to him. Looking back on that day in math class, I realize that it was a turning point for me. It was the moment when I learned to trust my own desires, to embrace the power of my own body. And I will always be grateful for that. Although we didn´t last for long. I think it was for roughly about 6 weeks. Thanks for reading though! Hope you liked my little naughty story!