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Chapter 2 by devy_doxy devy_doxy

What do you do?

Play with yourself

You feel so dirty, masturbating with John so close to you. It’s almost like you’re violating him in some way. That’s okay. You’d love to violate John someday. But not now, not when you’re so close to cumming. Your imminent orgasm is all that matters right now.

You stare at John as you rub yourself faster and faster. Your panties are soaked and your fingers are making slick, wet sounds in your slit. He looks so gorgeous, so goddamn fuckable there in the bed, his body draped in the thin sheet, his face so peaceful, the bulge of his cock so long, so thick…

You start panting, making little thrusts of your hips and the hand in your panties starts to lose its rhythm, starts to get jerky…

And your elbow hits the door with a thud…

And you gasp “Ow!” before you can stop yourself…

And the door swings shut with a bang and a click…

You gasp and freeze, trapped in the room with John. He stirs, then raises a hand to rub his eyes.

“Someone there?”

You stand motionless, not daring to breathe.

Jane, is that you?” he asks. Of course he can see you. The whole fucking room is bathed in moonlight.

“Umm, just checking on you…” you say quietly.

He looks at you skeptically. “Are you playing with yourself?”

You feign shock. “What? Why would you say that?”

He smirks. “Because you’ve got your hand in your pants.”

You look down, gasp, then belatedly jerk your hand out of your panties. Your fingers are wet with girl juice. Without thinking you wipe them on your thigh, leaving a shiny smear. Luckily the room is dark enough that he can’t see you blushing.

John smiles, then changes the subject. “You look really sexy in that… uh… whatever that is you’re wearing.”

“Thanks,” you reply warily. It’s a relief that he isn’t angry at you for spying on him, so hopefully he won’t tell your boyfriend. He even seems to be amused by your inappropriate masturbation. In fact, there’s something in his tone that suggests that perhaps, just maybe…

“Why don’t you come over here?” he asks, shifting back to make room on the bed next to him.

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