Alone with your thoughts

Life returned to some semblance of normalcy after the encounters with the bartender and the carpenter. Teddy grilled her about the date, and Lily bemoaned that she’d been stood up. Dipshit Kyle had tried to message her an apology a day or two later, but she blocked him and left the apps alone for a bit. The bruises Tom and Jason had left on her body faded quickly, but the memory of the intense fuckings lingered. Lily had hooked up with a handful of guys before, one semi long-term high school boyfriend and a couple drunken post party hook ups in community college. But she’d never been fucked like she had the other day, let alone twice with two different strangers in the span of twelve hours.

Lying on her couch after work, she felt a flutter in her stomach, thinking of how Jason had pounded into her, her face pressed into the cushion she lay sprawled across. A hand drifted down to her crotch, resting lightly atop her mound. Clad only in a hoody and some comfortable panties, she gently rubbed her clit through the fabric. Images of Tom’s muscular chest looming above her, his hand wrapped around her throat as he claimed her.

Her fingers slid under the thin cloth, her pussy dampening as she traced circles around the sensitive nub. Tom forcing her to her knees, **** her on his thick cock as she had played with herself, Jason shoving her up against the door and calling her a dirty city slut, slapping her ass as he took her from behind until he came inside her, sucking his cum covered cock and tasting her own- her rubbing had reached a fever pitch, waves of electric arousal pulsing through her body emanating from her clit. One hand gripping her breast through the hoody, the other frantically moving across her most sensitive spot Lily orgasmed. One leg kicked out, twitching as her brain exploded with a climax.

Panting, Lily lay there idly continuing to draw small circles on her clit, replaying her encounters over and over. The total loss of control, submitting to be used for someone else’s pleasure and loving it. She hadn’t dated in over a year, hadn’t had sex (until Tom and Jason) in just as long. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to indulge these fantasies, it was certainly better than the lonely quiet life she currently led. Maybe she would talk to her cousin Cassie about it the next time she visited. But Cassie was out of town with her boyfriend for another few days, and the closest person she had to a friend was her coworker, Teddy. Given that Teddy’s taste was decidedly not of the feminine variety, he might actually be a good non-judgmental guy to talk this all out with that wouldn’t immediately try and fuck her.

Resolving to talk to Teddy about it the next day, Lily tried to go back to watching the documentary she had on in the background. But try as she might, her mind kept drifting back to fantasies of being used and abused by men she didn’t know, their faces masked in shadow as they railed her tight little body.