Nicole

The girl was oozing with excitement as she pulled on her hard nipples, forcing a few squeaks of pleasure from her mouth. Sliding her fingers down her stomach to her eager cunt, Nicole fingered herself and closed her eyes. She could almost feel Mr. Cruz's beard tickling her pussy as she kneaded her fingers around her clit and continued to drip in response. His tongue should be there, driving her crazy. She wanted to feed him her juices and make him work for more.

Her need to stay quiet was almost too much; everyone was home tonight. Nicole had to grab a pillow to quiet her moans as she plunged her fingers deeper. She was so wet that if she fucked herself too fast, her pussy would make more noise than her voice did. This made it even better, she bit the pillow and imagined her neighbor slowly driving his cock into her needy cunt. This fantasy made her reach for her favorite hairbrush to complete the illusion. She worked it in and out of her pussy hoping that Mr. Cruz was bigger. At this point, it didn't matter. She was already shaking in anticipation, so she had to reach for a towel. Taking the hairbrush as deep as she could, she felt her pussy clench around what should be her neighbor's cock and moaned into her pillow. Her orgasm was the loudest thing she had done since she entered her room, because she could never really control it. This one was more intense than usual and she missed her towel by a mile, but she didn't care as she squirted half way across her room. Her pussy convulsed around the hair brush so tightly that she almost broke it.

***

Nicole had not heard from, nor seen her neighbor since their last phone call. Was he avoiding her to limit his temptations, or because he truly was uninterested? She couldn't be sure, without seeing him.