Cursed Bike Shorts

I woke up in an unfamiliar place and my pussy was on fire. Whatever dream I was having must have been full on because one of my pillows had made its way between my legs and I was humping it. I was only wearing a tight pair of lycra bike shorts and could feel a wet spot forming in my shorts. The seam in the bike shorts was hitting my clit just right with each hump. I could not remember the last time I had been this turned on. My hips could not stop their rhythm, and I brought my hand to my aching nipples.

I was trying to recall what had made me so horny when I realized I couldn't remember much of the previous night at all. I moaned as I continued rub my clit with the pressure of the pillow.

Suddenly there was movement beside me, and I froze. Everything in me was screaming to continue to hump and touch my clit. I was so close to cumming! I couldn't remember the last time I was able to get off.. whether it was with a partner or by masturbating. My clit has always been a small, delicate thing that many guys have been clueless on how to find.

While I was cursing at losing my ability for an orgasm, my friend, Shelly, rolled over in the bed and asked what I was doing. I flushed a deep red. I quickly replied, "I think I have a massive hangover. My body feels so weird," in hopes that she didn't realize I was in a full blown horny haze right next to her.

Her eyes cast down to my legs wrapped around the pillow and my uncovered boobs with hard nipples. "Oh my god! Were you about to cum with that pillow?!" Shelly yelled.

I was beyond embarrassed. I don't really consider myself a "sexual" person and would certainly never masturbate openly next to a friend. But even in my embarrassment, my body continued to tingle with a focused heat on my pussy. Something was wrong. Why was I still so horny?!

"I woke up so turned on and kinda forgot you were here and got carried away. I'm mortified!" I said. She looked at me with a shocked expression. She then lunged for the pillow between my legs.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed. Shelly wrestled for the pillow between my legs. In my struggle to hide what I knew would be a wet patch on the pillow, I squirmed around. It felt like the humping from earlier. My clit was begging for release. I was about to cum while my friend was practically on top of me. I moaned out loud again and in my mortification of my moaning, I froze up and released the pillow.

"Wow! I didn't know we were at camel toe city. And you are definitely taking this pillow with you when you leave. That is some wet spot," Shelly said.

I looked down at my pussy which was still begging to be touched and... holy fuck! I've never had any type of bike shorts or yoga pants form to my mound as tightly as these shorts are. You could clearly see my anatomy through the shorts and the seam was splitting right up through my clit in a form fitting fashion.

"Since when do you have such small shorts?" I asked.

"Those aren't mine, " Shelly replied, "Maybe you got them from someone else at the party last night."

I couldn't remember said party. All I could focus on was the feeling I had earlier of being on the edge of orgasm. I wanted so badly to reached down to rub my aching clit that I could swear had a heart beat of its own right now.

"Let's get up, get ready, and go somewhere for brunch," I stated in hopes of distracting myself from my horny brain. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to shower. With every step I was met with a building feeling in my core. Finally I was able to get to the bathroom.

I had to touch my pussy. I felt like an animal with how badly I needed to cum. I began to rub up and down the seam of the bike shorts. I held in a groan. This is what my clit needs! My hips started to move in a rhythm. I got closer to the bathroom corner edge and it felt oh so good to hump up against it. My legs were trembling, and I was beyond wet. "Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum," I chanted, when suddenly Shelly knocked on the door to say if I wasn't going to get in the shower she was.

The shock immediately brought me back from the edge of my almost orgasm. I wanted to yell in frustration. "I'm getting in now!" I stated. The only problem was i NEEDED to cum. I went to the shower and saw a handheld shower head.

I quickly turned on the shower and put the shower head on its most powerful setting. My clit was on fire, and I felt like I had been edged all morning. I aimed the shower head at my clit and let out a long moan. I was so out of it, I didn't even realized I still had the bike shorts on. Nothing was going to take my orgasm from me this time. I began to pump my hips towards the water. The water jet was giving my pussy exactly what it needed. "Ah! Uh! Ah! YES!" I exclaimed as I was finally able to cum. I saw stars and thought it was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had... from a shower head. What was going on with me?!

I realized I was still dressed in the bike shorts as I came down from the throes of my orgasm. I also flushed red with how loud my release must have been. I went to take off the bike shorts, but they were stuck. I figured they were just suctioned onto my body from the water and continued to struggle to remove them. They continued to form perfectly to my mound and felt almost like a suction cup. After a few minutes I began to panic. I yelled for Shelly to help. "What's going on?" Shelly asked when she arrived to the bathroom.

"These bloody shorts are stuck on me, and I think I'm going crazy!!" I said. Shelly walked over to me with a bewildered expression. She put her hands on the shorts and they came off without any struggle at all. I was gobsmacked.

Shelly gave me a strange look and said, "Maybe you just need to get some coffee and food in you after a wild night... Also since when do you get waxed? ... never mind, I'm hungry. Throw on some clothes and let's go eat." I looked down and felt my heart beat sky rocket because before last night I most definitely did not have a waxed pussy. And I looked a little puffier down there and my formerly petite clit was still sticking out a little bit from its hood."

I rationalized it as best as I could in my brain that I just had a super intense orgasm and so my pussy was still coming down from it. As I got dressed I eyed the bike shorts warily as they still sat in the shower. I would definitely not be touching those things again. We left for brunch and I felt a low grade tingle through out my body, and I was afraid this was only the beginning to my problems.