I was always a bit camera shy.
I don't know how Selena convinced me to do this, or what in me decided to jokingly suggest it. But I'm here now, and we're doing this.
It's the middle of the week at the library, and I have nothing on underneath my skirt. Selena's in my earbuds instructing me where to go, and she seems to be enjoying this a bit too much. It's a quiet day, and folks are mainly just moving through the lobby if they need to grab some water or something between pages.
"Come on, describe it to me."
I have my phone in hand to send messages over, so nobody hears us. My voice would be quivering a little anyhow. I don't know what I would do if anyone even saw me lean over an inch more than my skirt could handle.
"Is my hair ok? Do I look alright? Am I drawing too much attention? Why am I doing this?" I responded, walking through the front entrance. My skin feels warm to the touch, yet I'm still getting goosebumps from the AC.
"Hush, you know why. Just keep moving forward and find a good spot."
Out of the few people in the library passing through, nobody pays me much mind. Sweat started dripping down my leg - wait, is that sweat? No way this is making me wet already. We just got here. I just got here. My knees shake just slightly at each step.
Selena whispers in my ears, "Please give me something, I'm at the edge of my seat. Hurry up." She's definitely too into this. I've never done anything like this before. Sure, I've wanted to on the bus from time to time, or that one occasion on the plane down to Phoenix, but it was never more than something in my mind. Something I would feel out on my couch or hotel later sure, but that's it.
I ducked behind some shelves in the non-fiction section. "Fine... nobody's around me... and I'm feeling up my leg..."
"Flavor girl! Give me something to work with here."
"I- I'm feeling up my skirt, and I'm dripping down already." Oh gosh, I gotta use my hands to keep it from passing past my skirt. "Feeling my ass..."