The house is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. She should be in class, but here she is, her heart pounding with excitement and guilt. She traces the edge of her panties, feeling the dampness that's already gathered there. Her breath hitches as she imagines the naughty things she could do, her imagination running wild with taboo thoughts. She's all alone, but the thrill of potential discovery only serves to heighten her arousal.