The stew/streak charge in energy had caused Minako to start touching herself!

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

At first Fuuka merely assumed Minako was doing a poor job of covering herself, but the truth was apparent mere seconds later. Minako's hand wasn't simply covering one of her breasts, it was _squeezing _it, and Minako's other hand between her legs was moving back and forth. Fuuka gasped in shock as she realized what was going on: Minako was playing with herself!

"Minako-chan, what are you doing?!" Fuuka hissed, trying to keep her voice down while still getting her anger across. "This isn't the time for... for... for that!"

"But Fuuka-chan... it's soooo hot!" Minako groaned between breaths. "Sitting here like this, so many eyes so close, nothing keeping us hidden but some flimsy boards."

Fuuka couldn't believe what she was hearing. Minako was enjoying this? How could anybody enjoy being in such a humiliating predicament? If they were caught now there'd be no living it down! Yet Minako was putting both of them at risk, and for what, the sake of pleasure? This was insane! There had to be some way to calm Minako down.

Grabbing Minako roughly by the shoulders, Fuuka vigorously shook her friend as she whispered. "Minako-chan, get a grip! We already talked about why we can't get caught!"

"I've already got a grip, Fuuka-chan!" Minako gasped, her hands seeming to pick up speed at Fuuka's words. "You should try it, this feels awesome!" This second sentence wasn't said as quietly as the first, and Fuuka quickly realized with a sinking feeling of dread that Minako was starting to throw caution to the wind.

Minako's breaths were getting louder, and Fuuka wasn't sure that the sound of the gym class's activities would drown her out for too much longer, especially if she got any louder. If Fuuka didn't want to have Minako announce their presence to the room in the most vulgar way possible, she'd have to figure out a way to quiet Minako down, and quickly. But what could she possibly do?