being the only girl in class has my imagination going wild

i didn’t really think much about it when i picked my courses but i somehow ended up being the only girl in the entire class. at first it felt a little awkward but now it’s become this constant thing in the back of my head. i catch them looking at me when they think i’m not paying attention, leaning in too close when they sit beside me, like they want to see if i’ll react. sometimes they talk low or crack dumb jokes just to get me to laugh, and it feels weirdly intimate even if they don’t mean it that way.

but honestly my brain takes it way further. i’m supposed to be listening to the lecture but all i can think about is what it would be like if they all stopped pretending to be polite and just gave in. i imagine their hands all over me, that hungry look in their eyes when they realise i want it too. even worse is thinking about them knowing exactly what i’m imagining.

sometimes i’ll be sitting there and realise i’m pressing my thighs together too hard or fidgeting with the hem of my skirt without meaning to. it’s so embarrassing knowing i’m basically getting wet in class over the thought of them noticing how badly i want them. and the lecturer? my mind doesn’t even spare him—i imagine him joining in too, acting like he’s above it before giving in just like the rest.

there’s something about being the only one that just makes all those thoughts louder. i try to act so normal and polite but inside i’m a complete mess, daydreaming about being surrounded, taken, used exactly how they want. it’s honestly humiliating how easy it is to get me worked up with just a look.