Alison's house.*

Of all the options, maybe Alison's house is best. It's not far away either.

"Awesome! My new apartment isn't very big, but sure," she replies.

Troy begins to drive. You haven't been to her new place, but it should only take a few minutes to get there. You fluster as you consider your situation, especially now, sitting on the lap of this young man. You try desperately not to squirm, despite the burning itch you feel below, and how close his manhood is to your...

You tug down your skirt, pleading to all gods above that nobody somehow sees your naughty secret.

The car finally pulls up at the complex, and the four of you exit. You look to Roger and try to brush off the embarrassment with casual conversation, but you notice him readjusting his pants--a large bulge he's trying to hide. The fact that this happened with such a close friend is humiliating, but knowing you caused it is more exhilarating than you wish it was.

As you all continue up the stairs, you stay behind. Anyone looking up from below would see as much as they normally would given this normal attire, yet your sensitivity causes you to be strangely self-conscious, is if they're going to see your intense arousal. Though with the discomfort building, they may. You squirm as you walk, with each step causing waves of pleasure to surge up through your body.