“You’re masturbating”

“You’re masturbating,” Alicia said, raising a hand to hide her grin.

I blinked and looked down. Sure enough, my hand was going to town inside my panties. My fantasies had gotten me so worked up.

Not that I’m enjoying any of this, mind you!

Though, the arousal was so great that I didn’t even think to remove my hand. My body shook as I had an orgasm, right in front of Alicia!

I gasped and stumbled, and Alicia helped me up. I quickly removed my hand and looked to inspect the damage.

I was two seconds too late.

I massive wet spot formed over my panties. It would be clear to everyone that I had just creamed myself.

“Well,” Alicia said. “I guess that’s gotta go in, too.” She ran a finger over the band if my panties. I quickly slapped her hand away.

“I’ll be naked!” I protested.

“Is that worse than letting people see your accident?”

I opened my mouth, then hesitated. Rumors were already spreading about me. Worst of all, they were reaching my mother.

She was already trying to talk me into seeing a therapist. She said it would help with my “chronic masturbation.” It was easily the most humiliating conversation I had ever had with her, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to deny that I had as much a problem with masturbating as I did with running around naked.

I groaned as I stared at the wet spot. What was I going to do?