Butterfingers

Seema slipped into the classroom. The silence of the school was off putting. She was never there so early. She hurried through the rows, quickly checking desk drawers and every corner of the floor.

Yesterday, someone had opened the portal and seen what was inside. But afterwards, they simply pressed the button again and returned her to the pocket dimension. Maybe there was the chance they left it where they found it.

Seema slumped in her chair. Nothing. Her hand naturally drifted the flat metal plate between her legs. She unconsciously rubbed it gently. After spending all night in the pocket dimension, her desperation was seeping into her muscles. The classroom door slid open.

"Seema?" surprise audible in April's voice. "Why aren't you still in bed? I'd never expect you to be first to class."

"Yeah," Seema quickly pulled her hand back, readjusting her skirt. "I just had uhh... an errand to run." April raised an eyebrow at Seema's uncertain inflection. April slowly placed her bag beside her desk, before taking a seat. She was always so gentle with everything.

"Are you okay?" April asked, reaching her hands across her desk, offering Seema to grab them. "You've seemed kinda... off recently." Seema eyed her baby browns, the concern in them making her grin. She took April's hands. Her knees began to bounce nervously.

"Ugh!" Seema caved. "Come on." Seema stood up, pulling April to her feet. April's eyes widened, nearly tripping on her bag as Seema dragged her with a deathgrip on her hand.

"Where are we going?" April questioned, the hurry in their step bouncing her words in her throat. Seema didn't respond, opting to keep her reddening face to the ground as she rushed to the bathroom. Seema opened the stall door, looping behind April, pushing her in by her shoulders and quickly shutting the door behind them.

"What is going on, Seema? Why are we here?" Seema rested her hands against the stall, feeling the cool laminate against her forehead.

"...ilostmycock..." Seema squeeked out, still turned away from her friend.

"What? Look, can you-?" April softly clasped Seema's shoulders, slowly turning her around. "What's going on?" April slid her hands down Seema's arms, taking her hands in her own once again. Seema took a deep breath, forcing her squeezed eyes to open.

"I lost my cock...." April stared at her, the concern in her eyes turning to genuine worry.

"I don't-I don't know what that means. Do you mean like, your-" April's voice dropped, "y-your virginity?'

"No!" Seema rolled her head. In the moment, somehow that concept felt more embarrassing. "I mean...

literally

." April's confusion did not resolve. Seema groaned, quickly sliding her hands under her skirt and dropping her panties. April's cheeks flushed.

"Woah, Seema! What are you-" Seema pulled up her skirt, and the sudden sight cut April's words. Her jaw dropped.

"I got one of those portal disk sets. I was rushing to get to school so I just tossed it in my backpack, and I think at some point during the day it must have... it must have just... s-slipped out..."

"Did you uh... D-did you check the uh... the lost and found?" April numbly responded, eyes glued to the metallic absence between her legs.

"The lost and found...?" Seema bent her head down, trying to get her face into April's line of sight. "Hey!" Seema snapped her fingers, breaking April's trance. "Let's take this seriously please?! No one is going to turn in a portaled

cock

into the lost and found! 'Hey I was just turning in this water bottle, I think someone accidentally left it. Oh-! and by the way, here's someone's cock too!" Seema acted out, a clear snap in her tone.

"Okay okay!" April huffed, trying to refocus herself. But her eyes continued to drop between Seema's legs. "I'm sure we'll find it. It probably came out on our walk home or something. I bet no one's taken it. We'll hurry out after class and retrace our steps."

"No it's too late, someone already found it." April's brow creased.

"How do you know?"

"Because someone opened the portal... When it's closed, you can feel it. I-It's kind of like being in a hot tub or something when you're in the portal dimension. But yesterday right as I got home, I felt that sensation disappear. So someone found it, and also knows exactly what it is..."

"Oh... Okay. Okay okay okay." April rubbed her hands together as she thought. "Well, t-that's okay. All we have to do is find out who has it, and then... and then get it back."

"And how are we supposed to do that!" Seema whined. "It could be anyone! And even if we do figure out who has it, how am I supposed to-" Seema stopped dead in her tracks. The warmth around her detached cock had disappeared.

"Seema?"

"It's open."

"What? O-Oh! You mean...?" April motioned between Seema's legs. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes! The warmth just-" A sharp gasp echoed off the tiled walls as an unknown sensation trailed down Seema's shaft. Seema's legs clenched together, nearly buckling to the floor as the pleasure overwhelmed her, barely propping herself against the stall wall. Someone else's fingers were wrapped around her cock.

"Oh

fuckkkk!!

" Seema's voice shook.

"Seema!?" April wrapped an arm under her waist, helping to hold her up. "What's happening?" Seema couldn't respond. All of her attention was completely consumed by the strangers fingers. It was indescribable. After all the teasing she did to herself, followed by a night in the torturous teasing dimension left her nearly comatose when those fingers touched her. Her body shivered in April's arms, suppressing moans with all her might.

But her first touch from another's hand was far too intense. She felt her orgasm build in a matter of seconds. Her cheeks burned, knowing she was about to cum in front of April, but she couldn't help it. There was no way she could hold out, and even if she could, her need far outweighed her pride.

She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to imagine she was alone in her room as the edge rushed to her. She gripped into April's uniform, pulling her closed instinctually as she began-

The fingers stopped. Seema shrieked, prompting April's hand to quickly clasp her mouth. Her body thrashed, waves of desperation and anger coursing through her, nearly pulling April to the ground as her legs finally gave out. She whimpered into April's hand, frantically rubbing her thighs together.

"Seema!" April whisper shouted, eyeing the door to the stall as she listened intently. No one had walked into the bathroom, but the shriek was possibly loud enough to be heard from the hall. "What the hell just happened!?" April slowly released her, letting her slump to the ground to rest her knees against the cool tiled floor. Seema's head slumped to the stall wall with a soft thud. Everything about her posture oozed defeated disbelief.

"Someone gave me a hand-job I think..." Her voice still quivering. April's cheeks ignited.

"Oh m-my... So... did you just...?" Seema slowly shook her head, not bothering to lift it from the stall wall. "What, so they just-?"

"Just stopped..." Seema finished. "Right before I was gonna..." Seema closed her eyes, feeling the release that slipped past her fingers creep tauntingly away.

"I-I see..." Seema was too absorbed with need, gently rubbing her metal plate to notice April's breath heavy and her thighs gently clench. April shook her head. She pressed her hands to her cheeks, trying to cool them. "At least... you were saying you wouldn't mind a few more people trying to get under your skirt, right?"

Seema exhaustingly raised her eyes to match her friend's. She let out a whimpered chuckle. April joined her, reaching down to help Seema up.

"A hand-job. I mean that's more than

I've

ever gotten. How was it?"

"You mean aside from the soul crushing ending? It was-" Fingers wrapped around Seema's cock, buckling her knees like a joystick.

Again??

Seema whimpered to herself. Her thighs shot apart, unable to stop her hand from pressing against the metal, desperately rubbing. April took a surprised step back. Seema had never bothered to pull her panties back up,so she had an unobstructed view of Seema's unintentional show. She moaned, gripping into her hair, pulling it hard enough to hurt, as if her pain would warn the detached hand off stopping again.

She rubbed faster as the edge approached, frantically switching between rubbing the steel and stroking the air where her cock should be. When each action resulted in no stimulation, her hand would wildly shift to the other, searching for the stimulation she needed in a panicked hase.

"

Nooo!"

Seema whined through gritted teeth as the fingers left her teetering once again. Her palm slapped the stall wall in frustration, sending a loud

thunk

through the empty room. Her thighs clenched and separated, searching for the throbbing, desperate cock that used to be between them. "Aprilllll..." Seema whimpered, as if she had the power to relieve the overpowering need she felt.

"Did they do it again?" April asked, the concern in her voice hiding the subtle undertone of excitement.

"When I find out who has it I'm gonna

kill themmm

!" Seema growled. "I don't get ittt! If they are gonna touch me, why not at least just let me... finish! They stop so perfectly in time too!"

"Guess they must have a lot of practice or something to read the signs?" April reached out a hand, helping Seema off the stall wall.

"I guess..." Seema shivered at the thought of her cock being in the possession of someone like that. "I pity the poor person in their basement they've nearly killed in order to get

that

good at it..."

"Maybe you're their replacement!" April joked. Seema darted her gaze at her, staring daggers. "You're right, yeah. T-that's not funny." April corrected.

Dingggg donggggg

. The girls' eyes jumped to the speaker in the bathroom.

"Class is about to start. What are you going to do?"

"What can I do?" Seema responded, quickly leaning over to grab her panties, shuffling them up her legs. She fluffed out her skirt, making sure it was free of the elastic and hanging smoothly. "Whoever has my cock has class now, so we have a little time. Maybe we can think of something before the day is over?"

"Yeah that sounds good. I'll definitely be thinking about this during class..." April's thighs shifted a bit, escaping Seema's notice.

The girls hurried to class, quickly trying to retake their seats. The popular clique was tightly gathered around Mackenzie's desk, blocking the direct pathways to the back of the room. Even with her current predicament, a familiar wave of annoyance washed over her. Seema rolled her eyes as she traced the edge of the room, forced to take the longest path to her desk.

Seema let herself relax into her chair. She had a full day to think about what to do. That was a lot of time. And even if she couldn't think of anything, at least she'd have a few hours of respite.

She rested her eyes in the crease of her arm. Mrs. Kelly had begun her usual introductions of the curriculum for first period, when Seema felt fingers wrap around her once again.

Her head shot up from her arm, stiffening her back into a board.

In class?!

Her eyes darted around the classroom, tracing each student. Everyone seemed normal. She tightened her throat, dropping her head back into her arm.

How?! Was the person who found it not in my class??

Seema was fairly sure the pool of potential suspects was just her classmates, but did she lose it somewhere else? How was she supposed to figure out who had it?!

She bit her lip, pressing her face into her arm so tightly lights danced in her eyelids. Her toes curled as she hit the edge, followed only by the growingly familiar nothing that left her helplessly teetering.

The edge had barely begun to fade when fingers returned once again. For nearly 5 minutes straight, the process looped. Tortuously pleasurable edges into excruciating abandonment. By the time the loop finally ended, Seema could feel the heat of her face against her arm, struggling to keep her panting inconspicuous.

Seema couldn't focus for the rest of class. Every moment she expected the loop to begin again. Her fear seemed to slow time, bracing indefinitely, unable to see when another hand was approaching. And about 5 minutes before the end of first period, her fears were realized.

Seema's thighs jolted at the sudden contact, bumping the underside of her desk.

"Seema? Everything alright?" Mrs. Kelly asked, stopping her lesson at the sudden outburst of noise.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. Sorry Mrs. Kelly." Seema responded, struggling to keep her voice steady. The hand was relentless, stroking faster and faster.

"Are you sure? You look a little uneasy. Do you need the nurses office?"

"N-no really, I'm fine. It won't happen again." Seema put on a nervous grin, trying to wave Mrs. Kelly on. Her cheeks burned. There's no way she could stand up and walk through the class in her current state. Her legs felt weak, and her thighs were glued together, trying to shield her arousal from the class. She thought she was going to die. Thankfully no moans slipped into her response. She forced through her faux smile, praying the class would simply move on.

"Alright. So..." Mrs. Kelly returned to her lecture. Seema didn't have time to let out a sigh of relief, as the moment her edge had faded, so returned the teasing. For the last 5 minutes of class, Seema was tormented non stop.

The bell rang, releasing the students to stretch and begin idle conversation. Each period had 5 minutes of free time between them. Mostly it was just for the teachers to cycle between classrooms, but sometimes students would need to move as well for classes that required venue changes, such as music or gym. To Seema's relief, only a few moments after the bell rang, the edging stopped.

Seema felt a finger tap aggressively on her shoulder.

"Seema," April whispered, difficult to hear under the cacophony of their classmates' conversations. "Were they...

going

during class?" Seema turned in her chair, still heated from the edges. She gave April a subdued nod.

"For the first 5 or so minutes of class, and then again at the end. Did you see anyone acting weird in class?"

"You mean besides you?" Seema blushed, trying to push past the idea of her classmates noticing her squirming with need. "I didn't see anything."

"I didn't either. What if whoever has it isn't even in this class? How are we supposed to find it then?!"

"We'll think of something." April reassured. "I can't believe they were going during class though..." For the first time, Seema noticed a blush on April's cheeks. "I-I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." She quickly stood up, making her way out of the classroom. When she returned just before class began again, she seemed refreshed.

The next 3 periods followed the same pattern. The only saving grace was its predictability. Seema was able to brace herself for the windows of edging at the start and end of each period, while relaxing during class. The routine allowed her to keep herself under control. At least,

visibly

.

Her arousal was a different story. The thrill and heightened sensations that came with touching herself in class made every little graze and stroke feel like heaven. And every relentless edge, never slipping up and allowing her to cum, made her desire a never ending staircase.

It was a surreal kind of torture. To be so incredibly aroused, but no matter how many times she slipped her hands between her legs, or how desperately her cock throbbed, there was nothing she could touch. The complete powerlessness and isolation from her source of need was an intoxicating misery.

The bell finally rang, dismissing the class for lunch. Mackenzie and her clique quickly got up and left class. Seema was too desperate to notice.

"You ready?" April asked, standing beside Seema's desk. Her head was still resting on the table, letting her heart rate drop after her most recent series of endeavors.

"This person is going to drive me crazy..." Seema whined, pushing up from her desk.

"Still not letting you finish then?"

"No!" Seema's anger sparked a renewed life in her voice. "I'd be a little impressed at their skill if I wasn't so fucking

pissed!

"

"H-how bad is it?" April's usual reservedness was heightened in her statement. She swayed a bit on her feet.

"

So

bad! I didn't even know it was

possible

to need to finish so badly!" Seema was glad most of the class had already shuffled out for lunch, having said that a little louder than she had intended. She continued, a bit quieter. "It's like this burning, tingling, gnawing... I can't even describe it, I'm just

losing

it! " April took a deep breath, clasping her hands together tightly at her response.

"D-don't worry, we'll find it! Should we get some lunch?" April turned away to lead them towards the cafeteria, eager to hide her cheeks from her friend.

Seema felt like the atmosphere of the hallway was different than usual. She told herself it was the arousal, but she felt like everyone could see right through her. That her desperation was plastered all over her face. Every glance, every giggle. They all made her heart fluster.

The two girls made it to the cafeteria, taking their place in the ever growing line of their hungry peers. It was then that the swirling warmth of the pocket dimension reclaimed her twitching cock.

Seema took a deep sigh of relief. Although the pocket dimensions unyielding gentle tease was annoying, she hadn't realized how tense she was from staying indefinitely on edge, wondering if she would be touched at any moment. The moment she felt that familiar warmth, exhaustion washed over her. She turned to tell April, when some girls ran into the line, nearly bumping into them.

"Did you hear about red light green light?" One of them exclaimed.

"Of course, everyone has! You had gym second period, right? Did you get to play?"

"Yeah! It was so fun! The entire locker room was buzzing about it!"

Excited for red light green light? What are we, first graders?

Seema thought to herself. She was surprised they'd even play a game like that in gym.

"Ugh I wish I didn't have 6th period gym! I can't believe I missed it!"

Missed it?

Seema raised an eyebrow. All the gym classes followed the same curriculum, what period you were in didn't matter.

"It's okay, we took

tons

of pictures. A bunch of videos too!" The girl pulled out her phone, huddling in with her friend.

Pictures? What the hell are they talking about? Phones have to be kept in the locker room. And pictures of what, the field?

"Oh my god, it's so cute! I didn't realize it was so tiny! You have to send me that! Oh my god have you shown Sabrina? She'd love this too! Ugggh, now I am even more upset that I missed it!"

"Right? Oh yeah, she totally would! I'll text it to her now." The girl giggled. "And it was so hilarious, because it leaked like crazy, too! It's like it was crying with every red light!" The girls burst into laughter.

Seema froze. She could feel her heartbeat in every cell of her body. The girl's conversation faded into a echoed ring as cold sweat covered her palms. She knew exactly what they were talking about.

She grabbed April's sleeve, pulling her out of line as she began running towards the girls locker room.

"Woah, what the hell Seema?!" April blurted, nearly tripping as her smaller legs struggled to keep up with Seema's vehemency.

The other ring. Its light was green.

"Seema slow down! Where are we even going!"

That's why they kept stopping just before I came every time. That's how they were so good.