STEFFY GETS A STIFFY PT. 02
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I awoke from my orgasm-induced nap about an hour later...thankfully,
before Hannah got back to the dorm. I took a while to clear the cobwebs
out, then looked down at my now soft, small...appendage resting in the
crotch of my now-quite-soiled Wolfords and my panties. I reached for
some tissues and tried to clean off my tip as well as sop up what I
could of the cummy puddle I'd left in the pantyhose.

"Well, so much for this being a bad dream," I muttered to myself as I
tried to wipe them dry. I finally got up, slid off my panties and
tights, and buried them deep in my laundry basket, hoping they wouldn't
be permanently ruined.

Despite my frantic feelings earlier, I began to try to make peace with
my situation as much as I could. After all, as far as I knew, there was
nothing I could do to make this go away, so for the foreseeable future,
I was going to have to live with it. And hey, I still had a date tonight
with Charlie, even if I did have this unfortunate development between my
legs. And besides, it wasn't like he was going to find out right away,
anyway.

I took the opportunity to change entirely, changing into one of my VS
Pink bras and matching panties, then selecting a dark red tunic with
black leggings to go over top of them. I looked myself over in the
mirror. At first, I just wanted to see if there was any
noticeable...protrusion, but after a while, I began to get a sense of my
confidence coming back.

"Steffy, you are a damn cute girl, don't let this thing drag you down,"
I thought to myself before blushing and scolding myself for my personal
word choice. I grabbed my phone and went to text Charlie.

"hey sorry abt earlier, still want to meet up later?"

I put the phone down and stared at it for a little while. Ordinarily, I
wouldn't act quite so obsessively, but worrying about whether Charlie
would text back seemed like a lot healthier decision than worrying about
suddenly having a cock.

It hadn't even occurred to me until then that, unless this thing
magically went away as quickly as it appeared, that this was going to
make certain parts of my day-to-day life quite challenging. After all, I
played on a girls' soccer team, and God knows I wouldn't be able to hide
my newfound prick the first time we all had to shower and change. Not to
mention if things actually went well with Charlie - I could always play
the "virgin waiting for marriage" card, but what happened if we were to
start making out some time and this thing decided to have a mind of its
own? How could I possibly explain that to-

It was then that I was snapped out of my stream of consciousness by the
sound of the front door of the dorm closing and Hannah plopping her bag
in the chair with a loud thud.

"Steffy? You still here?" she called out. I checked once more to see if
everything was still tamed before opening the door to the common room.

"Hey, yeah, I just woke up from a nap a little bit ago," I said.

"You feeling any better?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, again, sorry about earlier, it wasn't right for me to snap at you
like I did," I replied.

"Oh, girl, I can't stay mad at you," she said with a giggle. "Are you
going to your late classes?"

"Well, I haven't-" I began before my phone buzzed. I looked down to
check it.

"Of course! Def want to see you later!"

I broke into a wide, silly grin and forgot about my predicament for a
second. Hannah definitely noticed the change in my face as well.

"What's going on? Something good?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm going out with Charlie later," I said without looking up.

"FINALLY! Did you have to ask him? I bet he made you ask him..."

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I know you've been waiting on this for long enough - and who knows,
maybe this is the first step, y'know?"

"First step?"

"Yeah, it's time for my girl to become a woman!" Hannah said, laughing.
I blushed a deep red, partially at the idea of Hannah rooting for me to
lose my virginity and partially at the irony of her words. "Oh, Steffy,
I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make fun, I'm just saying, I hope things
go well for you, I think it'd be great for you to meet a nice guy and
have a real relationship, y'know?" she covered.

"I know, I know, I'm just nervous. We've been friends for long enough, I
mean, I AM interested, I just don't know how to show him that without
making it look like I'm just waiting for him to take me to bed," I
explained, actually meaning that part.

"Just be honest with him. He finally felt like being honest about being
interested in you, there's no shame in telling him that it's mutual.
That's not an invitation for him to take you into the broom closet and
fuck your brains out," Hannah said with a smile before turning serious
again. "and he needs to know that no means no if he doesn't already."

I nodded and smiled, although my smile was partially cut short at a
little twitch down below at the thought of that very thing happening,
Charlie and me sneaking off for a quickie in public.

"You're right, I should just be myself, we're both interested, no need
to hide it...actually, y'know, I think I'm going to go ahead and go to
Overbay's class...thanks," I said. Before I could say anything, Hannah
leaned in and hugged me hard...I panicked ever so slightly, hoping she
wouldn't lean too far in. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled back.

"My girl's a fighter," she said before heading back to her room.

I managed to make it over to the Social Sciences building and up the
stairs to Dr. Taliaferro's room without too much trouble. Even though I
could still feel my she-cock pressed tightly against my panties, they
didn't feel quite as electric as the gorgeous Wolford pantyhose I had
had on earlier, so by the time I had taken a seat, things were,
noticeable, but still manageable...I got settled and tried to lose
myself in a lecture about 19th Century European History.

Ordinarily, I don't have a problem paying attention in class; Dr.
Overbay was actually quite entertaining to listen to, even if history
isn't your thing, but that afternoon, I have to admit, I was quite
distracted with other things. About twenty minutes in, I realized
exactly how zoned out I had been and tried to snap myself back to reality.

"-and as you can see, by themselves, the Piedmontese didn't have the
might to confront the Austrians, but through Cavour's horse-trading with
the French..."

I shifted a little in my chair and tried to cross my legs, something I'd
done countless times before. However, I'd never tried to do so with a
set of male genitalia between my legs. As I crossed one leg over the
other, I recoiled a little bit as my thighs squeezed my poor little
package. I uncrossed them, then tried to discreetly tuck everything down
as far as I could before crossing my legs back over the other way.

I don't know if it was the angle my thighs were making or if it was
helped by wearing tight leggings, but as I shifted again, I felt a bit
of soft friction against my still-not-entirely-welcome guest. Nothing
painful, actually, quite the opposite. It wasn't as tight as my hand had
been around it, but I could definitely feel it being held just so...I
tried to shift my weight forward and then backward a little bit to get
comfortable again. As I did, I began to feel my little twig start to
swell up, like it thought I was trying to play with myself.

I could feel it starting to get longer and thicker, and as it did, it
only enhanced the feeling of my tip pushing against my panties and
leggings, and the shaft was being pressed against my thighs tighter and
tighter...I tried to fight the urge to explore myself a little bit when
something in my mind took over and I began to slowly rock back and
forth. Without thinking about anything else, as I kept getting hard, I
began to speed up a little bit, ignoring the lecture entirely and
focusing only on my own private self-humping session - I had never heard
the term before, but later on, I would realize that I was basically
giving myself a thighjob.

It didn't feel as natural as my session earlier in the morning, but the
idea of playing with myself in the middle of class struck me as
incredibly sexy. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was
watching me. When I was convinced that wasn't the case, I began to rock
faster, shallower, but still enough to keep myself fucking the makeshift
pussy I'd accidentally created.