Awful, awful. The way he looks at me. Me… just as if I'd enjoy getting fucked!

Vickie sucked in her breath, feeling awful about using a dirty word. She had promised herself she'd never say things like that to herself or to anyone.

Why can't I stop thinking about that word? the girl thought, leaning against the sink and holding her hands over her ears as if that would keep the tantalizing word "fuck" from her mind. She tried to compose herself. She shut both eyes and stood quietly in the middle of the tiny room, forcing herself to breathe normally. When she dropped her hands, Vickie thought she could hear Jeff's voice outside the door. Did he know she was inside? Was he going to slip in, lock the door and…?

"No!"

The young blonde laughed at her own hysteria as she wheeled around and locked the bathroom door. How stupid! The house was filled with actives, pledges and guests. No one would try something like fucking a girl in a bathroom.

That word again! Yes, yes, it made her excited to think of that word, to picture in her mind what it entailed. Fucking, what a wonderful, terrible word. Vickie closed her eyes, stretching her arms out and holding on to the sink. She felt the room swaying around her. Giggling hysterically, the girl tried to quiet the rising heat in her cunt. Her clit tightened and throbbed as the itchy ache surged through her pussy and radiated out toward her belly and asshole.

"Damn, damn!"

Vickie bit down on her tower lip until she could taste blood. Oh, why couldn't she knock down the frightening, wonderful feeling washing over her snatch? Her tits felt so tight, so swollen. The young woman leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror above the sink. Almost without thinking about it, Vickie reached down and rolled her skirt up, shoving her fingers down under the elastic leg band of her silken panties until she touched her bloated pussy-lips. "Mmmmmmm!"