Stop!

You have to stop moving. Alison turns around at your pause and gives you a furled brow. You seems upset, but you couldn't help yourself. Any more walking and your panties would have put you over the edge. What if one of your friends were to walk by? Or an elderly man? Or children? Or... anybody!

"I said I'd only give you two options," she mutters as she walks up to face you directly. "You're going to wish you didn't disobey..."

You gulp, panicking at what Alison was willing to do. She already pinned you down earlier, so the sky's the limit you assume. You beg for her to leave you be, but she smiles in response.

You feel her hand slide down your stomach and then your skirt. Then, your panties. You gasp as you feel something slide between your lips, but strangely enough, she slides her hand slowly back out... But you still feel something there. Did she leave something under your skirt? What did she do? You look around, and it seems as if nobody noticed what just happened. Not that you really know what just happened.

You take a step, and much to your surprise, you can barely feel the panties rub against you. Whatever she put inside you was blocking it, though now something is there and you don't know what it is. It's still somehow less teasing than the underwear.

"Now, you're definitely going to listen to me from now on, right?"

Before you can answer, you feel a shock of vibrations inside of your body. The object quivers against your clit, causing you to audibly moan before looking around in a panic. She luckily turns off the device immediately after.

"You think fabric is going to bring you to a more embarrassing orgasm than this baby? Now, come on, Jane. Be sure to listen to me next time, mkay?" She winks.

Did she just plant a vibrator inside of you? Why did she even have that on her?

You can't believe your friend would put you through something like this. You thought out of all of them, your close girl friend would be the most understanding, but you almost wish you just called up Troy or Roger or anybody else. Alison gestures for you to follow, and you do, at least thankful it isn't as torturous to do so anymore. You can see the tiny remote in her hands behind her back.

Speak of the devil! Your close friend Troy walks up to the two of you, him wearing nothing but a soaking wet pair of swimming trunks. His raven black hair stops at his surprisingly wide shoulders, and you never knew he was so... well-built. Clearly he worked out. You always had a small crush on him. He was kind, handsome, and generous. Now was the last time you wanted to talk to him though, at least with Alison here.

She nudges your rear closer to him and you both approach. "Troy!" Alison shouts with a smile.

He greets you both, but seems to especially be watching you. "Well hello, Jane. I didn't think I'd see you today, but I'm really glad that I did. How are you doing?"

You hesitate to find the right words. Punishing your pause, you feel a rapid vibration in your pussy, causing you to nearly yelp. You mask it as best you can with a, "Hello! I'm good!", though it sounds ridiculous. The vibrating stops. You give Alison the **** glare.

"Oh. Well, that's good," he replies. "What are you two up to?"

"Jane here was just telling me how much she wanted to talk to you," says Alison, nudging you.

You begin to shake your head when another brief vibration occurs. The closeness of your orgasm was tantalizing. Secretly you wish she would just leave it on, but you don't know what you would do if you came in front of Troy.

Through your groaning and blushing face you nod.

"For me? Wow... That's awfully kind of you."

Alison turns to you with her trademark smile, housing all sorts of other devious emotions. "I'll tell you what, Jane. You're my friend. I'll leave you two to catch up, alright? I'll get going now. Honestly."

You seem taken away by her sudden generosity. You thank her greatly, and she begins to walk off, leaving you with the odd feeling of a bit of plastic wedged between your legs. Still, somehow this was better than earlier. And now she was leaving you alone with Troy, and he's always been nice to you. Alison begins to walk away, disappearing from view within a group of people and you turn to Troy with a smile.

After all that happens, you decide to sit down with him on a nearby bench. However you still feel an uncomfortable burning desire, and his barely clothed, wet, fit body doesn't help.

"You're a really nice person to be around, you know that?" he says.

You thank him and let him know the feeling is mutual.