Get the HECK outta there

This is way too much stimulation this early in the morning. You reason that this must be some kind of dream or something. Your cock seems to throb to try and tell you that what is happening is very real, but even in a dream, you don't want to cream your jeans in front of all these people. Especially not in front of your crush, Alice.

With all the willpower and strength you could manage, you slip out from between the BBW sandwich and fall to your knees on the floor a foot or so away. Lisa doesn’t bat an eye, stepping past you to continue in the line, while Melissa cocks a curious eyebrow at you for a moment before resuming her conversation on the phone, acting as if nothing at all had just transpired.

“Did she really say that? Oh my God, she's such a little whiner.”

There's a brief moment where you worry if people are thinking you're some kind of freak lying on the floor of the coffee shop... but no one's even looking at you. They're all either really involved in whatever they're doing, or they just couldn't care less that you were being grinded on mere seconds ago.

Struggling to get to your feet, you hear Alice's signature giggle from behind the counter. Oh god, did she see that? To save yourself from embarrassment, you get the heck out of there to preserve whatever dignity you may still have in the face of your crush.

You hear her mutter something just before you open the door to leave.

“Hmph. I guess he'll figure it out on his own~”