Morning Routine Interrupted

Jessica stirred beneath the weight of her comforter, the soft cotton brushing against her skin like a lover’s touch. A faint warmth pulsed low in her belly, unfamiliar and insistent. She shifted, her shorts clinging to her thighs, and a shiver raced through her. What is this? She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to dull the ache, but it only sharpened and demanded her attention.

Another day awaited her as a famous influencer. Her day was already planned from jogging, breakfast, recording videos, shopping, and brainstorming new content. All she needed was to get up. But her body refused. Eyes wide, her breath hitched as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, trembling as they grazed the slick heat between her legs. Not now. I have to focus. But her hand had a mind of its own, brushing her clit and sending a jolt through her core.

The house was quiet, her mother, sister, and brother still asleep down the hall. One stray moan could wake them. She bit her lip, clamping her free hand over her mouth as her fingers found a rhythm. Her hips twitched, the sheets rustling softly, and her mind spiraled, **** for something to push her over the edge.

Without warning, her thoughts conjured Haley’s teasing smirk from last week’s photoshoot, the way Joyce’s fingers had lingered on Haley’s wrist as they posed. Jessica’s cheeks flushed. She wasn’t like that. She’d never seen her friends that way. But now, her body didn’t care. It needed porn to keep pleasuring her. She imagined their lips brushing, their hands exploring, their soft gasps urging her on. Her mind went deeper. Haley’s tongue flicked across Joyce’s nipple and Joyce’s fingers buried deep into Haley’s cunt.

Why them? Why now? The thought was wrong, impossible, but it sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her fingers moving faster as her climax built.

Her back arched, a muffled whimper escaping as she teetered on the edge. The risk, the forbidden images, the slick heat under her touch… It was too much. She was so close, her body trembling with the need to stay silent, to surrender to the pleasure that felt so urgent, so inevitable.

With a muffled cry, Jessica’s climax crashed through her, a rush of warmth soaking her shorts and sheets. Her fingers trembled, slowing as she rode the aftershocks, her breath ragged in the quiet room. Her eyes fluttered open, the lingering pleasure fading into exhaustion. Forcing herself upright, she cringed at the sticky mess clinging to her thighs. She peeled off her shorts and tossed them into the laundry, then stripped the damp sheets, her skin prickling in the cool morning air.

A glance at the clock showed it was too late for jogging, her body already felt wrung out from her self-pleasure. That better be the last of it, she thought, wrapping a towel around her waist and heading for the bathroom.

Halfway down the hall, a soft sound stopped her. Heavy, ragged gasps, punctuated by the soft thud of flesh on flesh, drifted from her sister’s room. Vicky? Miss Perfect, always so composed, touching herself? Jessica’s cheeks burned as she pressed her ear to the door, the wood cool against her skin. The sounds were faint but unmistakable, each hitch of breath sending a fresh wave of heat through her core. What’s wrong with me?

Her towel slipped, pooling at her feet, but she barely noticed, too caught up in the forbidden sounds. A creak in the hallway snapped her back, she was exposed, her lower half bare. Heart pounding, she snatched the towel and fled to the bathroom, her arousal flaring despite her panic.

She brushed her teeth on autopilot, then shed her top, the fabric grazing her sensitive skin. Her hand drifted lower, brushing the heat that refused to fade. “Seriously?” she muttered, a moan catching in her throat as she sank onto the toilet. The shower hissed to life, drowning out the sounds she couldn’t stifle as its steam curled around her. _Just a quick one, _she told herself, fingers already moving. Then I’m done. But her body, slick and trembling, had other plans.