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Tanya had been trying for the better part of an hour to work on her homework --to no avail. In all fairness, how could one concentrate on geography when four of the yummiest guys in the entire school were just across the room sparring?
Her eyes slowly drank in the sight of her friends and teammates as they worked at their various martial arts disciplines. All four were dressed in loose-fitting gi pants and color-coordinated tank tops. While she was used to seeing Tommy, Adam and Rocky thusly garbed, it was a rare treated to see Billy so attired.
Kicking. Punching. Blocking. Sweating. Muscles flexing... glistening... the view was breathtaking, filling her with a surging warmth reminiscent of the feeling she had when she sampled the wine at dinner when she and the Hillards had gone to Antonio's the other night. The heat flooding her body seemed to have concentrated in the juncture of her thighs, making her squirm in her seat.
She was no stranger to the hormonal spikes their powers created, but she was still getting used to them.
And if I don't stop ogling the guys, I'm going to go from a low simmer to a full boil like that!
Still, she couldn't take her eyes off their fit, muscular forms, their soft, sensual mouths, eyes that would smolder with passion as they looked at her....
The Yellow Ranger gave herself another mental shake, feeling the wetness dampening her panties and the throbbing, tingling sensation of her clit. She bit back a frustrated whimper as she shifted position so that she sat with one leg tucked underneath her. She rested her foot so that her mound rubbed against her heel. Her hips thrust forward minutely, creating friction against her needy sex. It felt delicious, but Tanya swiftly resumed her former position; she couldn't very well hump her foot in the middle of the Youth Center! Besides, it wasn't a very lady-like way to sit in a skirt.
However, her desires continued to grow unchecked. She was going to have to do something to get herself under control. After all, the guys' workout was just a prelude to their regular classes, and Kat was busy with her ballet class.
I could always duck into the bathroom to masturbate, she reflected, even as her hand stole into her lap. She shivered, and her nipples tightened at the prospect of a satisfying orgasm. However, the Youth Center locker room was far too public, and she wasn't certain she could remain quiet and not arouse suspicion.
Even as she contemplated and discarded her options, her fingers inched their way under her skirt and pushed it up, exposing her silky thighs.
And if I left the room, I wouldn't be able to watch the guys, she reasoned.
But masturbating at the table was infinitely more public than doing it in a restroom stall! Still, the thought sent a delicious thrill coursing through her veins.
Don't do it! an inner voice cautioned; however, the advice was ignored as she slipped off her cardigan and spread it across her lap. She scooted her chair closer to the table and struck as casual a pose as she could manage, propping her arm up on the table and resting her cheek against her left hand. At the same time, she slipped her right hand under the concealing jacket. She bit back a satisfied moan as her fingers delved between her hot thighs, pushed aside the impeding cotton of her panties and found her moist slit.
It was difficult to keep her reaction to her touch hidden as she stroked her swollen flesh. It felt so good! It felt so naughty! She gritted her teeth to swallow her moan. Even so, she could not fight the grin that tugged at the corner of her lips, and it was so hard to keep her hips from snapping back and forth. Also, she wouldn't be able to pump her fingers in and out of her hungry pussy as enthusiastically as she'd like; she had to keep her covert movements to a minimum.
Undaunted, she continued pleasuring herself. She thrust two fingers as deep as she could into her snatch, giving her vaginal muscles something to grip, and she concentrated on brushing the heel of her hand across the throbbing kernel at the core of her need. She sucked in a startled breath as a tremor of pleasure shuddered through her.
Each teasing pass of her hand had fiery shockwaves rippling through every fiber of her being, and the wave continued to swell in strength and frequency. Every synapse was alive with the delicious sensations rocking her senses. Her muscles coiled, awaiting the orgasmic tidal wave that would crash over her and sweep her away, helpless in the throes of pleasure.
Her eyes drifted closed as she lost herself in the ecstatic maelstrom; her last glimpse had been of Adam stripping off his sweat-soaked tank top and shrugging on his gi jacket. Tanya couldn't help the tiny gasp that escaped her. Then, it was all gone: the guys, the Youth Center.... All that was left was this tiny, pulsing core of bliss radiating a heat to sear the senses. Suddenly, that core went supernova, sending wave after wave of explosive joy careening through her being.
Tanya felt as if her entire body was quaking madly, giving her illicit activity away. Yet, she didn't care as she rode out the rapturous ripples until the fire abated and everything was cool and dark and calm within.
"Man, I thought Aisha had balls."
Tanya's eyes snapped open at the sound of Rocky's voice.
"No, that was Trini," Billy joked.
To the Yellow Ranger's astonishment, her four teammates were ringed about the table as if to provide a protective barrier. All four smiled knowingly.
"H-how...? What...?" she stammered, still gasping for breath. Guiltily, she slipped her hand out from under her sweater.
"We felt someone's hormones in an uproar, and when we looked over here, you had this glazed look in your eyes," Adam explained. "It wasn't too hard to figure out what you were doing."
"Oh, God," Tanya groaned, burying her face in her non-sticky hand. "Could everyone tell what I was doing?" Her cheeks blazed with a blush.
"No. Once we realized that was going on, we came over to insure that your activities remained unobserved," Billy added.
"If you knew what was going on, why didn't one of you offer to help me out?" Tanya challenged.
"You seemed to have things well in hand," Tommy answered with a teasing grin. "We didn't want to interrupt."
"Besides, it was a good show," Rocky interjected.
Tanya glared at him, and all four men laughed.
"Class is going to start in a few minutes, but if you can hold out for a little while longer, we'll be glad to help you out," Adam offered.
The newest Ranger considered the prospect of sitting through another hour of watching four gorgeous men kicking, punching, blocking, sweating, flexing....
"I'll hold you to that," she agreed eagerly.