Oh, fuck how long could this last? she wondered after half an hour locked in her stall in the bathroom.  It was insane, it wasn't getting better, it was getting worse, the absolute burning pleasure in her cunt was like a forest fire of ecstasy.  She arched her back against the flusher of the toilet she had taken refuge on, drilling the hard metal in to her back trying to fight off the other feelings.  It did not work, at all.  Her breathing was rapid and her brow was covered with sweat.<br/><br/>Jennifer bit her lip remembering the way it had felt when Yvette had moved her fingers over her pussy and how that had felt, her desire to duplicate that feeling growing out of control, and yet it felt like a betrayal to do it.  Panting hard, she couldn't help herself anymore.  Pulling her skirt up to reveal her soaked panties, Jennifer ran her finger over the thin barrier between her pussy and finger.  "Ooooooohhhhhhh," she moaned at the reaction, her touch had.  It felt so good, and she a rush of blood flow to her cheeks as she blushed.  Logically, she knew that she shouldn't be doing this, that it was wrong  to give in, even though nobody was watching, but she couldn't stop her finger acted subconsciously and her body quivered, it was so soothing to the burn she felt between her legs.  She hated herself for giving in, hoping nobody else came in and heard her moaning like some whore on the street.  What if Melody came in and found her like this?  What would she think?  She would never believe her if she told her what the head and deputy head had done.<br/><br/>Like a junkie needing stronger dose, Jennifer slide her fingers beneath the waist band of her soaked panties slowly ran her finger over clit, in the same fashion that Yvette had.  "Oooooohhh, fuck," she moaned.  Just thinking about what she had done to her, made her sick, that she and Damon had made her feel like this.  In the back part of her mind she tried to tell herself that it was the aphrodisiac talking.  It was a lie, she knew that, but she had to lie to herself, or admit that they might be right about her and that was something she was ready to face.'<br/><br/>It happened very quick, and with out much work, letting out another moan, she felt fresh wave of her juices gush over her fingers.  Jennifer slid her wet hand out of her newly soak panties and gaze weakly at her fingers.  Her body felt tired and her clit sore from both her own fingering and what Yvette had done.  Her lip trembled and she sat back against the back of the toilet, feeling miserable, ashamed, and somehow strangely satisfied, if she was honest with herself.<br/><br/>When she felt up to it Jennifer reached of and took some toilet paper from the roll and began to clean herself up.  Her hand first and then sliding her finger beneath her panties she started to dry herself.  She had to be careful how she did this.  She was still so sensitive down there, not burning like before, but enough.<br/><br/>At last when she felt that she was as composed as she was going to be, for awhile she moved to the door of her stall and slid back the lock and peered outside to make sure she was still alone.  From here the coast was clear and she moved towards the bathroom door and slipped out heading back for her dorm room.  She need to change, she just hoped that Melody wasn't there.  She had no idea what she was going to tell her.  The truth was out, she would never believe her, but she would have to tell her something, she was bound to ask.