Try to leave.

Breathing deeply (the musk of sex seems to revitalize you), you stagger forward, taking strong wobbly steps that eventually even out. You take a passing glance back at your friend, wondering if you should leave her... it feels like you should.

The light grows stronger as you inch your way haphazardly through the shadows of the cavern – light is enough to see, but not enough to see snags or rocks on the ground.

You eventually find the exit. It feels like years since you were here. The air is alien – and cold. Very cold.

"I need some clothes..." you mumble to yourself.

As much as your freezing body would like to agree, it doesn't seem like it's its main priority. You really want to see your friends – to tell them you're alright? That must be it.

The grass tickles your toes as you navigate through the forest. The dirt is soft and pleasant, with few pointy objects to skewer your feet.

It's almost serene, to be walking around in the near-wilderness – nude.

You stop at a tree to rest, lying against it. You don't think you got much rest despite your incapacitation. You sigh as your weary body collapses. Your muscles relax and your chest sags in relief. You rake your hands through the fuzzy grass.

"I can't be much farther from school..."

You wonder, what will you say? You've been missing for three days – people must be worried sick. Have your parents heard? It probably depends how long it took for them to realize that you were missing. You hadn't had any appointments until yesterday, so no one would have noticed you missing until then.

Your wandering mind grows bored of these banal thoughts and your eyes drift downwards toward your naked body. It's damp with sweat – but why, you've only been walking! Maybe you're sick?

The sweat adds a thin layer of sheen to everything, it even tames the small tuft of pink hair on your pubic mound. You look... really sexy. Your eyes linger there for a while.

You quiver.

"I haven't had anything inside me for a long time..." you realize in a whisper – your heart fluttering and the sweat on your back and thighs collecting.

You look desperately for something to put inside of you – anyone have a dildo?! Yeah, right. The sticks and twigs scattered about the ground look unpleasant, and as a whole, entirely too thin.

"Too bad there aren't any boys around..." what a strange thought to have, you're distantly aware, "Maybe I should keep moving..." but your eyes rise up to your breasts – your nipples aren't erect, even in the freezing air, but they're tingling – begging you to pinch them.

But you can't stop here– not in the middle of– wherever you are– someone might find you– and you're sick – or something – you need to find help... you think.

Your fingers taste your pussy and a shudder racks your muscles – Kami you're horny.