Chad, the guy Lauren's been crushing on

Lauren cooed and moaned as she continued to pleasure herself, her lust-addled mind lost in her increasingly kinky and naughty fantasies, all of which involved Lauren's latest crush, a hunky guy named Chad who lived down the street.

He was tall and blond and handsome and all the other things Lauren loved in her eye candy, and in typical Lauren fashion, she had never really worked up the nerve to talk to him (after all, why do that and ruin the fantasy?).

Instead, Lauren used to think of him on lonely nights, or frisky mornings, or whenever she took a shower, or... well you get the idea. The point was, he was the star of her latest round of sexual fantasies, and man, did Lauren have a lot of those.

And Lauren, being Lauren, was running through ever one as she repeatedly edged herself to the brink of orgasm again and again.

It had been a long time since she had masturbated - a whole week(!), not counting her usual 'shower business' as she called it - and she really wanted to take her time with this one.

Every time she would work herself up to edge of cumming, she'd back off, suck her fingers clean, and then start again. Of course, her moans would get a little louder each time. They were usually incoherent moans or squeals, but the occasional 'OH, CHAD!' or some variant of it would slip it out.

It was on one of these loud(ish) moans that the Chad in question happened to walk by, a package addressed to Lauren tucked under his arm (the UPS driver had gotten their addresses mixed up).