A Bad Influence
Sally might seem to most of her college classmates like a shy bookworm, but she has a devil on her shoulder that is always urging her to do some very, very naughty things.
This story was written for Ebni as their Patreon flash fiction for the month of June 2018. It contains F/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult, and exhibitionism. :3
A Bad Influence
"Y-you don't need to do this. You can just go home, go back to your dorm room w-with all your toys, your nice soft bed and... a-and all the space, all the privacy you need..."
At some point or another, everyone had someone in their lives who was a bad influence. A friend who always pushed for one more drink than they would otherwise have felt comfortable imbibing. A roommate who constantly convinced them to order take out when they were trying to save their money. College lab partner who insisted their revision sessions would be far more productive if they smoked a little weed beforehand. Or perhaps, someone who tried to coax them into public displays of sexuality.
Well... maybe that last one wasn't so common for the general public, but for Sally this was what the devil on her shoulder whispered to her over and over again. It wasn't a friend or a roommate though, it wasn't a college classmate or even someone with whom she was romantically involved. One person and one person alone was responsible for prodding and coaxing the shy serval into those exhibitionistic acts. Sally herself.
Whimpering softly as she tried to talk herself out of it, Sally could already feel her hands slipping under the loose plaited skirt that she had decided to wear today despite knowing full well how much easier it was for her to do things beneath it than if she'd just worn a pair of jeans. She curled her toes and shuddered, flicking her neatly tied ponytail absently from one shoulder to the other as she felt herself lifting the folds of her skirt until her panties were visible to anyone who might have walked around the nearby corner of the stacks within the college library. Her fingers hooked around the delicate, simple white cotton material, and her well brushed tail whipped from side to side as she teased her underwear down, the fabric which until that moment had been pressed against her crotch already darkened with obvious arousal.
"Dammit Sally, w-what are you doing? Oh god oh god y-you're gonna get caught. You can't keep doing this. It's wrong. It's naughty. It's so, s-so naughty."
She mewled to herself in desperation as her panties hit the floor, her short, fluffy tail twitching upward and exposing her now bare ass for all the world to see as she hurriedly bent over and snatched up the underwear from where it had pooled around her sensible black shoes, straightening up again with a scarlet flush across her furred face but still keeping her tail lifted, betraying her lack of underwear to anyone who might have appeared in that moment. The library was quiet at this time of the morning, but not deserted. She could hear footsteps milling around in aisles beyond her own, and low voices discussing textbooks and other heavy volumes that were required for papers due the following week.
Her cheeks flushed brighter and brighter as she reached up for the biggest, heaviest book on the shelf directly in front of her, a well thumbed biology textbook which she knew from several friends doing that degree course was in regular demand by other students. She opened it at a random page, and biting down on her bottom lip to hold back a moan of pure humiliation and excitement, she laid out her stained, pussy-juice scented panties upon that page and closed the heavy tome around them once more.
Replacing the book back upon its shelf, she knew that her lewd, embarrassing task was complete. That now she could go home safely and press her favourite magic wand against her clit at top speed while she imagined some horny freshman virgin finding those panties and catching a whiff of her scent. Not crying out in horror and flinging them to the ground, but pocketing the panties and hurriedly scarpering to the nearest restroom where he would bury his face in their musky, aroused-stained crotch and jerk himself to rapture. All she had to do was go back to her dorm room and all the pleasure of that fantasy could be hers. It would have been so easy, and so much fun, and so much less embarrassing and nerve wracking than what she knew she was actually going to do instead.
Walking pantiless out of the stacks, clutching a random book plucked from a random shelf on the way, Sally made her way over to one of a cluster of desks set up for students to use for work. She begged herself to pick the desk at the corner of the room, furthest from anyone else, and soon found herself sitting down at the centre-most desk, just a few metres away from a small cluster of five other people who were murmuring and passing around textbooks in the process of some group study. She flicked her skirt out from beneath her so that her bare ass came to rest upon the chair, and spread her legs wider, and wider, and wider until she could feel her skirt growing taut between them, no doubt ensuring that there was no chance her pussy wouldn't have been on full display to anyone who might well have peered under the table.
With one hand she set the book down on the table before her, opened it up to a random page, and stared through the frames of her glasses at the inverted, upside down text and diagrams of the near incomprehensible physics equations it contained. With the other, quaking in horror, in disbelief and in pure lustful elation, she reached down between her legs, beneath her skirt, and as she peered over at that next table with two guys sitting facing directly towards her, though their heads currently bowed into their own textbooks, she began to rather urgently rub her already engorged and throbbing clitoris between two fingers.
Her face burned hotter and hotter. Her eyes bulged and her throat contracted as she fought back grunt after wild, carnal grunt and whimper after whimper of pure masturbatory bliss. Her legs quivered and bounced uncontrollably under the rough onslaught of her fingers, the chair beneath her creaking every so slightly. The harder and more urgently she masturbated, the more she revelled in her shame, her shyness that only made what she was doing all the more deliciously taboo not just with regard to those around her, but even to herself. It was the ultimate rebellion, not just against the rest of the world but even against her own societally ingrained expectations of good behaviour. Her hips bucked sharply as she almost lost control, as a particularly rough application of pressure across her swollen clit sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing through her. The chair upon which she was seated squeaked loudly against the floor below as it jerked forward slightly under the influence of her motion, and to Sally's abject horror, one of the guys at the table directly across from her raised his head curiously, and met her humiliated, wide eyed stare straight on.
He smiled at her, nodding in brief, passing acknowledgement, then looked away as one of the other figures at his table called for his attention towards a particular part of what they were doing. A split-second later, Sally's eyes rolled back into her head. Her shameful expression turned into one of pure, overwhelmed and slack-jawed lust, and though the initial impact was muffled against the palm of her hand, the serval's sharp ears could hear the soft drip-drip-dripping of liquid droplets as she climaxed had, squirting violently against her trembling, still masturbating paw and feeling the droplets raining down onto the seat of the chair, then dribbling off the plastic seat soon afterwards to the floor below.
Through every moment of her orgasm she was wracked with terror that someone would see, that someone would look over and see her obvious state of distress, that they'd see the growing puddle beneath her chair and smell her potent arousal in the surrounding air. At the same time though, a thousand times more volatile than that fear and shyness, she hoped that they would notice. That someone would see her, catch her, and give her the chance she dreamed of getting each and every time she lost control of her rational mind and ended up pleasuring herself in public. The chance to meet their gaze, to lick her lips, to pull back her skirt and spread her legs wider still, and give them a full on view of her convulsing, quivering, gushing pussy... hoping that they'd tell everyone they knew, that they'd share with the whole world exactly what they'd seen her do, and what a shameless, sex-crazed slut shy, bookish little Sally the serval truly was.
By Jeeves
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