A quick supermarket trip turns into a desperate rush to the car when her hoodie and bare skin push her over the edge.
The moment I pulled out of the car park, I knew I wasn’t done.
I’d thought the release in the car would settle me, calm the storm running through my body… but somehow it only stirred everything up again. My skin felt too warm, too sensitive, every inch of me humming under the oversized hoodie like it remembered everything far too vividly.
I shifted in my seat.
The fabric slid over my bare skin in the softest, slowest way—so gentle it shouldn’t have meant anything, but it did. My breath caught instantly, heat flickering low in my stomach, spreading faster than I could fight it.
“Oh god…” I whispered to myself, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
The road was quiet, empty, but the silence didn’t help. It only made me more aware of myself—of every tiny pulse, every throb, every tremble inside me that refused to fade. The subtle vibration of the car beneath me didn’t help either. If anything, it made things worse.
Much worse.
Each little bump in the road sent a warm shiver through my core, quick and sharp, making my thighs press together without me even thinking about it. The hoodie brushed between them with every small movement, teasing, taunting, reminding me just how little I was wearing.
My breathing grew unsteady again.
I tried to focus on the road, on the lines, on anything except my body… but the air vents blew cool air across my bare legs, and I let out a shaky exhale I couldn’t hide even though no one was there to hear it.
The hem of my hoodie had crept up again.
I tugged it down at a stoplight, but even that small motion made my stomach tighten, my body spark, an involuntary pulse deep inside making my breath stutter.
“Not now… not again,” I muttered, though my voice sounded weak, unconvincing.
The light changed.
I didn’t move for a heartbeat.
Or two.
I just sat there, breathing hard, my body wound tight all over again, heat gathering in a slow, steady wave that made me tremble against the seat.
By the time I got to my street, I was practically squirming, my thighs shifting restlessly, trying to get comfortable and only making it worse. The anticipation, the leftover tension, the memory of what I’d done in the car… it all mixed together, thick and heavy and impossible to ignore.
I pulled into my driveway with a shaky sigh, hands trembling on the wheel.
My whole body felt like it was buzzing.
I needed to get inside.
Immediately.
Because the moment the front door closed behind me, I knew exactly what was going to happen.
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