I’m pissed at myself. I am wildly turned on. I didn’t ‘solo’ it earlier. I didn’t finish reading that part of the book. And now I'm at a small coffee shop with Loryn, and my body is almost shaking from how badly I need a release. I can’t believe that book made me like this! And why didn’t I fucking ‘solo’ it?

Loryn sips from her coffee cup and sets it down. “Are you under the weather today?”

I’m quick to shake my head, wanting to bite my lip so fucking hard to inflict pain to remove the throbbing ache from my pussy. “No. Why do you ask?”

She narrows her eyes, analyzing my face. “You’re flushed. And it’s not like it’s a light flush color. You are red like a rose. And I’d swear I can see beads of sweat on your face.”

It’s because my stupid ass didn’t ‘solo’ it and now I am reaping what I sowed.

I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. Not only did I have to throw on black pants to hide the possibility of creating a wet spot, but I also wore leggings! Fucking leggings! The only pants that rub against my pussy in a certain way and as we walked to this coffee shop it was somehow managing to slide up and down. I swear I can feel come trickling out of me like a dripping faucet.

I have to cross my legs, bite my lip, and pray to the gods I can make it back home without an incident of some sort. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Normally, I don’t ‘solo’ it and it goes away. And just like other women, I might feel a little turned on over something in public, and yeah, sometimes we can get wet over random things. But this is different. I can’t walk without wanting to come. That cheesy, stupid, poorly written book has my mind in places I never imagined it being, and aside from the sliding pants, the thoughts of that book have me just as wild.

“No, seriously,” Loryn says, grabbing my attention. “Not only are you flushed, but you’re biting your lip so hard it looks like you’re about to rip it open. What is going on with you? Just tell me. Are you having a panic attack?”

“I guess you could call it that.” I’m quick to assert. “It feels like it could be similar to a panic attack.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh my God, Harper! Why didn’t you say something? Do you need me to call someone? What do you need me to do?”

           I lean in, struggling to keep my calm composure. “It’s not like that. I can’t say, but trust me. It’s not like that.”

           She leans in. “Tell me. It’s okay. We are best friends for a reason. Nothing you tell me can surprise me, and it’s not like I’d announce it to the world. You look like something serious is going on, and I want to help.”

           I chortle and it’s shaky. “Trust me. You cannot help me with this so-called panic attack.”

           “Try me.”

           I inhale, trying to still be as quiet as I can. “I didn’t ‘solo’ it earlier when I should have. It normally goes away. These pants aren’t helping that. And I’ve never felt like this in public ever. So, yes! In a sense, it’s like having a panic attack. But it’s not a panic attack.”

           She leans back, looking confused. She raises an eyebrow, analyzing me. She looks at me up and down from head to toe. She gives a slight shake of her head, and her eyes reach to my mid-section.

She whips her head up, her eyes widen as she gasps. It’s like a lightbulb went off and she finally understands.

“Harper!” She roars in quiet laughter. “Are you…did you…are you…I’m so fucking confused, but I get it! I’ve been there! I think we’ve all been there more than once. Are you serious? You’ve never felt that horny in public?”

I quickly tap my hand against the table. “Loryn! Quiet! I don’t want anyone hearing us!”

She gestures her hand toward the bathroom. “It’s a single bathroom. Cover your hand over your mouth and go to town.”

I almost drop my coffee. “No! Are you nuts!”

She giggles. “Harper. It’s fine. There are like seven people in this entire shop, and all but two are female. If you’re as aroused as you look…and now it makes sense to see your face like that…it will take you seconds to ‘solo’ it. Just open the book, imagine the scene, and you will be done before you know it.”

I shake my head, fighting to shake any sort of arousal away from me. “Are you hearing yourself? How am I supposed to cover my mouth, read the book, and pleasure myself all at the same time? I can wait until I get home in the comfort of my bed.”

Okay, Loryn is right, but I can’t tell her that!

“Go!” She commands, pointing in the direction of the bathroom. “It’s like doing it in privacy. It’s a single bathroom…” She pauses and glances at the entrance. “Two more people just left, so now there are only like five people in the entire place, not including us. You’re fine. As a best friend, I mean it. It’s not healthy how you look right now. And it’s going to take you seconds. I promise! Just try not to be loud.”

I’m giving in.

“Okay!” I quietly exhale a slightly shaky breath.

My heart is pounding, and I don’t know if it’s because I am nervous or because I’m about to release a dopamine bomb in my body the size of the world. I can’t walk without my pussy trying to eat my pants and sending me into a euphoric state.

Loryn flashes her eyebrows. “We are best friends. I would never let you down. You need to do this. It doesn’t matter if it’s in public.”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I interject, slowly walking away, rubbing my legs as tight together as I can. “I’m not going to ‘solo’ it. I am going pee and that’s it!”

“Okay!” She says, knowing damn well, I am lying to her.

I am quick to get into the bathroom, lock the door, set my phone on the sink next to me, sit down, slide my pants down, and deal with my crazy, shaky body.

I don’t have to pee. Pee is not what’s wanting to come out, and I can’t do this! Not in public! I’m just hoping if I sit here and let the air hit my pussy, it won’t be so bad.

I exhale another slightly shaky breath and grab my phone. I swipe up and shit! I never closed out the book from earlier. And the next word, ‘throbbing’, catches my eye.

A part of me knew I didn’t close the book, but still! I can’t read this! I can’t…my eyes begin sliding across the first sentence.

-Anders presses his hand against Veronica's back, forcing her to raise her ass and arch her back even deeper. She gasps and slaps his hand as he tries to slip it into her ass. -

Fuck! I can’t do this! Oh! But I can!

I slide my fingers along my throbbing pussy, instantly sending a wave of pleasure through me. I slowly inhale a shaky breath and prepare myself for what I am about to do.

My fingers reach my clit, creating this euphoric bomb waiting to explode inside of me as my eyes return to the next part of the book.

- “You’re not putting it in my ass.” Veronica argues. “Your tongue was kind of…that was new and amazing. But I’m usually not one for anal. Ever!”

Anders slides his cock along the rim of her ass. “It’d take me seconds in your ass. It’d be pressure. But I know you’ve done anal before so it’s not like it’s the first time. And besides, you’re wetter in your ass than your pussy.”

She sighs, glancing around the empty beach, still throbbing from both holes and entertaining the idea. “Okay!” She’s quick to exhale. “But be gentle and fast.”-

I cannot believe I am doing this! I’m actively fingering myself in a public restroom to a book written by a man who has an interest in me.

I whimper as the come trickles out of me. I’ve come. It took two seconds. But I am not fucking done! My thumb and the way I have it circling and massaging my clit and then my fingers slipping into me, causing my pussy walls to clench tightly around them. It’s causing this build-up, trying to bust down any walls holding my orgasm up!

           Back to the book!

           - “Oh!” Veronica cries out in pleasure as Anders's thick cock slips into her ass with ease. “Baby! It didn’t even hurt! It’s pure fucking pleasure!”

           “I know.” Anders breaths with pleasure. “I swear I almost came just sliding…” He pauses and pants as he thrusts against her, slapping her ass with his pelvis.

           She moans as he wraps her hair around his hand and pulls back, slapping his pelvis against her ass again, sending ripples of pleasure along her cheeks and a euphoric high from her ass to her face.

           Within seconds, all Veronica can feel is pure pleasure and all she can hear is Anders moans of pleasure and his lower body slapping against her waving ass. She moans, he moans, and…-

           Fuck!

           “Fuck!” I cry out in quiet pleasure as my walls bust open, releasing a small but still powerful orgasm.

           I set my phone down, slap my hand over my mouth, and allow my fingers to finish breaking open the ‘dam’ inside of me.

I raise my legs, pressing my feet against the door, and arch my back as I feel that dopamine bomb explode. I whimper and moan as quietly as possible, but the need is so strong I feel like whoever is in this coffee shop can hear me.

Jesus! I am masturbating in a fucking coffee shop! What in the hell is wrong with me?

           I whimper again as my legs tremble and my stomach spasms. The rush of pleasure flows out of me, trickling down the inner part of my thighs. The sound of drips hitting the toilet water almost disgusts me, yet somehow increases the pleasure inside of me. It makes no logical sense, but I don’t care.

           My back presses hard against the toilet as I slowly come to a halt. My fingers release from my pussy and my galloping heart skips as I exhale a much-needed breath.

           I drop my legs and grab some paper towels to clean myself off. I’m quick to wipe up and slide my pants back up.

I wash my hands and stare into the mirror in disgusted disbelief. “What the hell did I just do?”

I unlock the bathroom door, swing it open, and see Loryn sitting there, the bathroom in her line of sight with the largest smile on her face. “How was it?”

I shake my head; disgust has to be filling my expression. “I can’t believe I just did that. I feel gross.”

She flashes her eyebrows. “But you feel satisfied, right?”