You carry on

You yield control to the imaginary man with his finger inside you. You take the fear of being caught as an incentive and speed up your movements, expediting your rush to your first orgasm. The tension builds, gradually spreading and consuming more of your body, tightening your torso like a string on an instrument.

The release comes, a sensation unlike anything you have felt before, beyond any word that you know. No longer in control of your body, you barely notice as you let yourself fall forwards until your left hand is on the wet, leafy floor, joining your knees in supporting you. With your ass held high, your body shakes violently, pivoting around your hips as years of frustration were released in one go.

'Years of careful discipline,' the pang of guilt flitters by you, dwarfed by the blinding light of pleasure washing over you.

You slowly withdraw your hand from your pants as the light recedes and lets sanity come back into focus, along with an increasing amount of remorse for the lifelong innocence that you have now wounded.

Before you can process that feeling, you open your eyes to see your friend, Samia, looking down at you with horror in her eyes.