1. A shy girl - Part One


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: MollysDream, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    using my fingers on myself again until I felt that familiar warm tingling relief. I wore the butterfly all next day until my late afternoon lecture. It sat so snugly that I forgot it was there most of the time, until I sat down at least. Then it pressed against my clit. Not painfully, but I was certainly aware it was there and the thing kept me in a state of near arousal all day. I knew if I didn’t get some relief soon then I would burst. I was even more curious than usual about what would happen in my lecture, and I waited anxiously for her to arrive so that I could find out what she had planned. To my disappointment though, she was sitting in her usual seat down the front. I felt a surge of sadness sitting like a lump in my belly. What had all this been about if she was going to leave me on my own? I packed my books away and was going to walk out of the lecture before it even started. But as soon as I stood up, I felt the first faint tinkle of vibration. It was such a tiny flutter that I almost didn’t notice, except of course the thing was still pressed against my clit. I sat down again and looked towards her, but she showed no sign of being aware of anything other than the lecture. Her head was down and she was busy taking notes. I pulled my books back out of my bag again, when suddenly it went up a notch and I dropped one on the floor. It was definitely buzzing now, and I wondered how the girl beside me didn’t hear it as I bent down to pick my book up. That made it ...
    worse and it was like being gently rubbed by a fingertip, the sort that could keep me aroused for hours but without actually pushing me over the edge. The buzzing became more insistent and I felt the urge to press my pelvis forward to try and control it. I realised I was breathing a little quicker and I tried to concentrate to slow things down. Suddenly it stopped completely, but I could still feel my body buzzing. I then realised the lecture was over and everybody was getting up to leave. I looked for her and felt my face go red as she walked past me and dropped a piece of paper on the floor. I waited until the theatre was empty and then picked it up. ‘Refectory, centre table 4:00.’ I knew the table she meant. It was a big square table right in the middle of the refectory. Groups of students were usually gathered around it reading or talking as they ate lunch or worked on assignments. I had ten minutes to get there, so I grabbed my bag and hurried out of the lecture theatre. The faint buzzing began again as soon as I walked across the courtyard. It wasn’t that bad this time as I was walking, but I still felt really sensitive and my legs were like jelly. As soon as I walked through the door of the refectory, the butterfly went up another notch. I needed to sit down then, urgently, before my legs collapsed. There was one spare seat at the table, but no sign of her. I sat and pulled some books from my bag and pretended to be reading. All of a sudden, the butterfly went up another ...
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