Reading Allowed, Pt.1
READING ALLOWED By lamignonne and Zenmackie She thought, for perhaps the 10th time since getting into the car, Just play it cool, but the more she admonished herself to act natural, the more self-conscious she got. When she parked her car at the bookstore and got out, she looked like any other undergrad with her backpack, jeans, and flip flops, bent on a night of study at the Barnes & Noble. No one had any reason to look at her—but she couldn’t help feeling that everyone in the parking lot, and then in the store, could tell that her pussy was already warming and twitching in anticipation. She could feel it throbbing as she casually strolled down one of the aisles. Without meaning to, she saw her own plump pussy lips in her mind’s eye, …