>>1605656Mahjong club? What. I can't let this one go. I swivel round as she heads for the door. "Wait, you're in the mahjong club? I totally would have said you were the sporty type." Hadzuki replies. "I do boxing too, but the school doesn't offer it. I'll talk to you about it at mahjong if you check it out. Oh, and I love those panties. Mega cute." And with that, she walks out of the door. I turn as red as a human can go, and look down. In my haste to ask that last question, I forgot to keep my legs closed, and from the state of my underwear, she surely saw a lot more than just my panties.
I check to see that nobody's looking and re-tie them, extra tight this time. A little camel-toe is worth not repeating that scene. I pay special attention to the tiny scrap of fabric that's meant to cover my slit, and adjust it so it's covering as much of me as possible. I finish the rest of my food, and set off back for school. I don't have a huge amount of time before lunch starts.
I don't get that far down the road before yet another problem appears. A tingling sensation in my crotch starts turning into a burning feeling. It takes me about a minute to realise what's going on. There must have been some of the burger sauce on Hadzuki's hand, which I shook, and then used to fuss over my panties. The sauce on those burgers must be ridiculous. I certainly couldn't see any on my hand, but even third-order contamination must be too much. It's not unbearable, but it sure is distracting. The cynic in me thinks this was deliberate, but I doubt you could plan the events that just happened. I'm having to will myself to not rub at my pussy in broad daylight, because I know it won't make it any better. How am I going to fix this?
PROMPT:
A) Endure it. Head straight back to school and wash myself properly in the showers.
B) Deal with it now. Head back to WcDonald's and see if I can use the customer toilets.
