Panties

(chapter originally by Teraton on writing.com)

"Oof," Toriumi softly exhaled as she came to the door of her apartment complex. It really was hot that day, and even her minimal attire wasn't doing much to comfort her. She wiped the sweat from her brow, the taste of 'liquid courage' in her mouth becoming sticky and stale in the sudden change of temperature. Worst of all was between her legs; the garment she was wearing was fine for an evening of sitting on her rear, but not so much for running down several flights of stairs. Add to that the heat and humidity, and the fact that the rear that Toriumi had planned to spend the evening sitting on was... somewhat smaller, at the time of the panties' purchase, and the result Toriumi was left with was a sweaty, uncomfortable, wedging sensation.

All the more reason to get inside, Toriumi thought, turning the door knob, and walking forward.

And bumping straight into the wooden door.

"Wh- Oh, of all the times to stick..." The door had been finicky from the day Toriumi had moved in, but it had never outright locked. Sure, sometimes it took a good push or shove before it would give way, but either Toriumi didn't have it in her today, or this time, the door was well and truly...

"Stuck." Toriumi sighed, resting her head against the door with a thud. "Dammit." There went a nice evening of playing her game, eating her pizza... talking to Tatsuya... And yet, despite all those things she was in danger of losing, her ****-soaked brain could only seem to focus on the growing discomfort between her legs.

Toriumi exhaled hard, and squeezed her thighs together. A hand found its way under her shirt to pluck at her waistband, peeling it off of her skin as her shirt was raised to show off a long leg, and a peek at her cheeks. It was a crazy thought but... somewhere in the back of her mind, the half-drunk Toriumi considered taking them off entirely. It was reckless, completely irresponsible and potentially humiliating, but... the part of her mind calling for instant comfort was slowly winning favor. After all, the sensation of clingy cotton was already becoming unbearable, and from the way things were looking, she was going to be out there for a long while waiting for someone who could unstick the door to come home.

Toriumi stood there a while, hand still in her waistband, leg still bare to the breeze. She shivered, looking down at her lower half and...