As the door clicked shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. The walls of her dorm room were thin, and she didn't want anyone to hear her moans. Kneeling on her bed, she slid her fingers between her quivering thighs, feeling the heat emanating from her core. She was alone for the first time in weeks, and the desire to explore her own body overtook her.
Softly whimpering, she started to stroke herself, imagining someone else's hand on her hip, guiding her movements. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation building inside her. The gentle brush of her fingertips against her clit sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Her fingers moved faster, and she threw her head back, letting out a moan that echoed through the room. It felt like home.
