Cindy was abruptly snapped back by an awkward tap on her shoulder as the boy behind her in line spoke. "Hey, uh... the line's... moved forward." She realized with an awful pang of embarrassment what her hands had just been doing and stopped with one hand squeezing a breast and the other on her inner thigh, no doubt working its way toward her dampening crotch. She quickly scooted up behind the person ahead of her in line again. What was that about? How long had she been doing that? And how obvious was it? She looked pointedly at the back of the person in front of her, not really wanting to know the answer. Her anxiety got the better of her though, and she looked around, dreading that dozens of people would be staring at her. It came as a relief to her that everything looked normal, people sitting, eating, and chatting, and people walking through on their way to class. She hadn't done anything too bad. She'd just gotten distracted, though she wished she had some idea of what had brought it on.
Her body still felt very warm, and Cindy was really starting to wish she'd worn shorts or a skirt. Beads of sweat were appearing on her cleavage now, and her shirt was starting to show wet spots. Her legs felt very tight in her jeans. Cindy checked her phone, trying to distract herself. The tingling between her legs was more noticeable now. Cindy rubbed her legs together subtly, growing more and more impatient with the pace the line was moving at. Twice she caught her hand drifting between her legs. Unless she was actively using her hands to do something that seemed to be where they wanted to go. What in the hell was going on? Was this still because of that boy? It must be, but she hadn't realized she'd been that attracted to him. She just had to calm herself down. Cindy closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and managed to wait it out until it was her turn.
It had been such an effort to wait in line that Cindy was now seriously considering going to the bathroom to "relieve herself," rather than sitting down to eat as she'd been planning. She was frustrated at the thought, though. Somehow it felt like giving up. She didn't want to admit that her libido had that level of control on her. After a little deliberation, she decided...
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