OOC: Valerie Mason. 18 years old. 5'1. 100 pounds. 32-24-34. Short blonde hair. Green eyes.
IC:
Of all the weekends for my parents to have a party!
I had two exams on Monday, and I really needed to study. Unfortunately, the loud music was making it impossible to concentrate. I stared at the same page for an hour without absorbing any knowledge. Frustrated, I slammed the book shut and tossed it across the room.
God, I was tense. I really needed to relax. And the best way to do that was....
I smiled.
I wondered what the old farts downstairs would think if they knew I was upstairs in my room fingering myself. The thought of it really turned me on. I slide my shorts down and moistened my fingertips. Then I closed my eyes and started to slowly rub my clit. It felt so good. I let the waves of pleasure wash over my tight young body. While I did, I thought about my boyfriend Frankie. I thought about him touching me. I thought about him going down on me. I thought about him sliding his cock into my hot wet pussy.
I wondered what it would feel.
I had no way of knowing. You see, I was still a good girl.
I must have come three or four times before I heard the noise.
I locked the door, didn't I? I thought.
Didn't I?
I opened my eyes and saw to my shame and horror that the answer was no.
Because Mister Peterson was standing over me.
Watching me....
IC:
Of all the weekends for my parents to have a party!
I had two exams on Monday, and I really needed to study. Unfortunately, the loud music was making it impossible to concentrate. I stared at the same page for an hour without absorbing any knowledge. Frustrated, I slammed the book shut and tossed it across the room.
God, I was tense. I really needed to relax. And the best way to do that was....
I smiled.
I wondered what the old farts downstairs would think if they knew I was upstairs in my room fingering myself. The thought of it really turned me on. I slide my shorts down and moistened my fingertips. Then I closed my eyes and started to slowly rub my clit. It felt so good. I let the waves of pleasure wash over my tight young body. While I did, I thought about my boyfriend Frankie. I thought about him touching me. I thought about him going down on me. I thought about him sliding his cock into my hot wet pussy.
I wondered what it would feel.
I had no way of knowing. You see, I was still a good girl.
I must have come three or four times before I heard the noise.
I locked the door, didn't I? I thought.
Didn't I?
I opened my eyes and saw to my shame and horror that the answer was no.
Because Mister Peterson was standing over me.
Watching me....