Horny Birthday to You, Holly

"What are you doing Hols? Why are you acting like a hermit on your big day?'

Maisie had taken it upon herself to burst into her sister's room, no longer able to maintain her patience. Ever since they were kids, Maisie had always enjoyed Holly's birthdays more than Holly did herself anyway. But this particular anniversary was one the older sister was actively dreading. Hence she had still not found the motivation to leave her bedroom, where she was stretched out on her stomach on her bed wearing nothing but a casual white t-shirt that didn't even stretch far enough to cover her fully exposed ass.

"Dammit, don't you ever knock. Maisie?" Holly complained as she jumped up and walked over to her panty draw to begin dressing.

"Relax, I've seen your butt before" the younger sister assured her older sibling "and you need to get ready for the big family meal at Merritt's Grill, we can probably snag a free cake and get the waiters to serenade you and everything!"

"I really just feel like staying at home today"

And probably every day from now on. Holly hadn't been hit by the newly evolved horniness element of the curse she was under, not yet, but it was surely only a matter of time before it struck. And she would far rather it happened in the privacy of her own bedroom than the middle of a crowded restaurant while the waiting staff sang Happy Birthday to her. But Maisie was in one of those impossible moods where she just wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"You can forget that, even though you are kind of ancient now, you're never too old to celebrate your birthday" Maisie teased "I've been looking forward to this all week, and you are coming if i have to drag you there myself"

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Holly had finished her starter and still wasn't feeling any more aroused than she should be. There were still two courses to go (Maisie would never leave any restaurant without a desert) but perhaps she might get through this okay. Or maybe that part of the curse had missed her somehow? No, she was never that lucky.

Holly had decided to go down what she thought of (but never vocalised) as the chronic masturbator route rather than the local slut method of dealing with her horniness hex. It felt like the lesser of two evils. If she got affected during the meal, she would just have to go to the bathroom and see to herself. It wouldn't be glamorous or particularly dignified but she would have the relative privacy of a cubicle and could pass it off as having been a regular bathroom break when she returned.

The first wave of horniness arrived for Holly at the same time as her main course and fuck, her mother hadn't been lying about how intense it was. The birthday girl instinctively, almost without even realising it, thrust her hand between her legs, as if that could contain it somehow. Thankfully that movement was under the table and not seen by anyone. What was noticed was the little unintended moaning noise she made as the waiter leaned over and placed her dish in front of her. Thankfully, he seemed to think that was a reaction to the succulent, juicy steak rather than anything sexual. But it was she couldn't hold out any longer before something truly humiliating did happen.

Wordlessly, she jumped up and walked briskly across the restaurant and up the stairs to the washroom. Mercifully, there was no queue and she was able to secure herself a cubicle. Once safely shut in, she pulled down her shorts and panties until they dropped to her ankles, squatted down with her legs spread wide enough for easy access to her vulva and began rubbing it with three fingers, just how she liked it. Except normally she would take it nice and slow and gentle so she could let it build slowly and enjoy herself. This was rough, vigorous, urgent and not at all pleasurable. She just needed this overwhelming sensation gone. It was inevitable a few embarrassing noises escaped her lips at times, a gasp, a groan, a squeak, and the other women in the washroom must have heard and known what she was doing, but everything above her trainers was shielded by the cubicle door.

Eventually she reached her climax, squirting in a way she had never done before against the wall and onto the floor while her juices began to flow and dribble down her fingers and knuckles. Finally, panting with relief, she was done. Holly cleaned herself up with toilet paper and exited the cubicle. As she washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror she could see her face and neck still flushed tellingly with red.

She walked back down into the restaurant, hoping that the lovely meal her parents had treated her to hadn't gone inedibly cold yet, but, as she sat down, she was horrified to feel the next wave was already hitting her.