Susan arrives

‘Come on Gina. You can do this. Just don’t think about it and it’ll be like it’s not even there.’ Gina thought to herself. ‘Mind over matter, or whatever.’

As much as she tried, nothing Gina said to herself was distracting her enough to ignore her problem. Every movement she made caused her clit to slide against herself and the fabric of her panties, and every sensation kept her arousal going. The only thing keeping her hands off herself at this point was the fear of someone hearing her.

Gina again closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but her clit, when she was brought back by the feeling of someone sitting beside her. Gina was about to freak out, before looking and seeing it was merely her friend Susan.

“Heeey Gina, ready for that history test today?” Susan, less of Gina’s friend and more of a minion, greeted Gina with the same bubbly attitude she always had. It annoyed the hell out of Gina, but considering Susan did basically whatever Gina said, she didn’t say anything about it.

Gina just gave a half-hearted response to Susan, before closing her eyes to keep her mind clear. Unfortunately for her, Susan was never one to sit quietly. With no warning, Gina cringed as she felt something heavy drop onto her lap, once again stimulating her oh-so-sensitive sex.

“What the hell Susan?!” She shouted, only to regret it seconds later when her clit swelled once more.

“What?” Susan asked, not at all bothered by Gina’s shouting. She’d grown used to her attitude years ago. “You told me to bring your backpack to school for you since you left it at my place over the weekend.”

That was true, but it didn’t change the fact that Gina felt the distinct feeling of a textbook pressing against her womanhood. Still, Gina knew that she had to try if she wanted this thing to go back to normal.

“Y-you’re right. S-sorry ab-bout shouting at you. Th-th-thanks for d-doing that for m-me.” Gina said, barely able to speak at this point. She felt some relief down below, her apology just enough to cause her clit to go down, if only a little.

“No problem at all Gina.” Susan said, smiling back at Gina. Susan couldn’t remember the last time Gina had apologized to her, and couldn’t help but feel accomplished.

Gina dropped her bag to her feet, and started to try and come up with some kind of quick way to do something nice. If possible, she wanted to get her clit back down to manageable size before the bus ride was over.