CHAPTER 8
Diana
I lock my door and move the slider that controls the brightness of the lamp until the room is nearly dark. The lamp cord is frayed, taped with electrical tape, and the light flickers in and out. It feels like candlelight.
I imagine what Joshua is doing. Is he thinking of me, as I’m thinking of him?
Is he remembering how much fun we had together in my room tonight, and how much adult fun we can have on our own?
If he is thinking of me, what does he imagine doing with me? To me?
He’s a guy, so his thoughts might be dirtier, but my mind is definitely knee deep in the mud right now myself.
I unbutton the top two buttons on my cotton PJs, as my hand moves across my collarbone before squeezing my breast.
I knead it in-between my fingers, wishing it was Joshua’s big strong fingers doing the grabbing and exploring.
I run my hand back across my breast and feel my nipple trying to break free of the fabric. It’s so hard it could cut glass right now.
I slide my hand down my mid section and into my sleeping underwear.
My left hand comes off the bed and grabs my left breast, before slowly sliding across my chest to please the right.
My right hand makes contact with my opening. I’m already wet. Soaked.
I slide two fingers over my folds, before turning my hand over and doing the same with the backs of my fingers.
If my pussy were a clock it would be one o’clock all the time. That’s the spot where everything feels the best. I rub it in a circular motion on that spot, pressing down firmly trying to imagine my little hands are Joshua’s big strong hands.
My mouth opens and a moan escapes me as I squeeze my breast harder and rub my pussy faster.
I imagine him losing control immediately, and my fingers slide inside.
I change the angle as I motion a come hither on my G Spot, as my right hand starts to shake.
“Ahhh!”
My body convulses forward and everything tightens, just before everything relaxes, sending my fluids flowing from me like a river onto the sheets.
The spasms continue for a solid half-minute. I try and catch my breath.
I look down at the mess I’ve made on the sheets. I’ll have to set the alarm twice. Once in an hour or two just to clean the mess, so it doesn’t start to set into the fabric. And a second alarm to wake me early so I can run them through the washing machine.
I can’t believe how much fluid was inside me. I guess that’s what happens when you’re saving it for the right guy. But still, it’s a mess.
Then it hits me. It’s not a mess at all. It’s a beautiful thing. It’s the same thing that’s going to lubricate his cock as he slides in and out of me, giving me pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
But when?
And are his thoughts the same?
We were so close to that kiss before my dad came bursting in. Now that he’s had time to go home and think about it, have his feelings for me cooled? What did my dad say to him? I can only imagine.
This isn’t going to be easy for either of us, but he has to pursue me. After what happened just a couple hours ago there’s no turning back.
I have to feel his lips on mine. We were so close, and now I want it more than ever.
And I already know that’s just the beginning. When we start there will be no stopping us.
Once his hand touches my body I’ll melt like butter.
After what just happened here in my room, just imagining him, I’m almost scared to think what will happen when I get the real thing.
Him.