Confusion

Awaking early and unusually energized Emily is confused and concerned as to what caused the **** sexual outburst that befell her the evening before. Contemplating possible reasons and asking Google, exhibitionism seems to be the recurring answer.

"Exhibitionist? Aren't those these old perverts jumping out of bushes in only a trenchcoat flashing and harassing innocent people? There is no way I'm one of them.", Emily thinks while she is restless rolling around on her bed.

She continues to research the topic for the majority of the first half of the day. Occasionally she starts thrusting her hips against her fingers or whatever else there is in arm's reach, such as some of her pillows, the corner of the bed mattress, as well as Beary, an oversized plush bear she won at a fair she attended with Stephanie at the start of the summer.

You see, Beary was the prize for throwing cans. Unfortunately for Emily, she was so focused on winning that she didn't notice the strap of the cute baby blue summer dress, her mother had gifted her for her last birthday, sliding slightly off her shoulder with every one of her throws. Eventually, the strap fell completely off, exposing her entire right boob to the small group of onlookers that accumulated to observe Emily's stubborn attempts at winning the main prize. Embarrassingly she is certain that she didn't really earn Beary and the operator just gave him to her because he felt bad for her.

Regardless every time Emily notices that she is about to pleasure herself she shuts it down. Unable to admit to herself that her research into exhibitionism excites her, just yet. Especially, the website on which people shared their Fantasy, writing them out in sometimes extensive detail, occupied her for a long time.

Being left unsatisfied with the answers she found, Emily concludes that any further 'research' won't help her find the results she's looking for. She decides that she needs some trusted advice and texts Stephanie making plans to meet up after lunch.