This is actually one from an earlier prompt - a- thon that never got posted over here...
Invisible
It hits Bonnie in the middle of Mr. Saltzman's history class. Her cheeks are flush with heat and desire. There's an itch at her center dying for attention. The heat pools between her thighs and its liquid fire, scorching the unblemished skin as her legs fall open. She wants to touch herself now in spite of whose watching. She shakes the thought from her mind attempting to focus on the lecture. Putting pen to paper, set on writing the words her teacher is speaking instead there's one name she writes in the center of the page.
Damon.
And there it is - another tickle.
Her breaths are now pants.
She swears that she can feel someone nudging her thighs further apart and nipping at the dampness that's settled into the crotch of her panties. It's just like last night's dream; Damon on all fours taking his precious time laving and licking at her folds. She moans, muffling the sound in the sleeve of her hoodie. The pressure is building. It's better than any of the secret moments she's taken to touch herself in the shower. Or the nights she's slid her fingers inside her wetness. Never could Bonnie create a sensation like what she feels now.
Can the entire class hear her?
Smell her?
She bolts from her desk and the invisible tongue.
The unmistakable sound of a crow in the distance assures Bonnie that eventually dreams will become reality.