Brianna gets caught.

She didn't know why she was so worked up, she didn't even know what did it. But Brianna was laying there, completely restless and anxious as her crotch throbbed and ached for attention. The redhead bit her lip, her grey shirt which was four sizes too big bunched up around her chest, the girl completely naked from the stomach down as she frantically rubbed herself, chasing that ever-elusive bliss that never seemed to arrive quickly no matter what she did.

Brianna had been at it for half an hour, jilling herself off as hard as she could but no matter how fast or rough she went, it just wasn't happening. Her arm ached, her skin was softly shining from the slow buildup of sweat, her lightly defined abs highlighted by the sparse moonlight leaking in from her window. She was pulling out everything from her fantasies, her favourite actor kissing her on a grassy hill, making out with Mr Reed in detention, over-the-clothes stuff with that barista from the coffee shop in town. Somehow none of that was doing the trick.

Had two beers really busted her pleasure centres like this? She'd never had **** before, just like James, so maybe she really was just this much of a lightweight, but why would that be affecting her in this way?

Without warning, an image flashed in her mind's eye that made her body shiver. A lusty look, blue eyes, something big and hard inside of her. It sent a jolt through her that nearly caused her to cum on the spot, but in a panic she stopped immediately and stared wide eyed in shock. There was no way that imagining what she had just imagined made her body react like that. Brianna was in complete denial of what her twisted mind had produced for her, and so she **** herself to remove the mental projection before continuing on with her regular material. Though once again, it proved futile.

Impatient, Brianna curled two of her fingers and pushed them into her soaked folds, fingerfucking herself hard to try and chase that stubborn orgasm. Her fingers became slick with her own honey, lightly splashing the sheets below her as she mewled and whimpered on that single bed. The redhead sure as hell wasn't going to explain this to the others at the time, but the reason she was so broad in her use of sexual aids, is because whenever one thing got her to the edge? It became harder and harder to replicate as time went on. Some part of her rejected all those objects, all those surfaces and techniques in favour of something she was yet to discover. So as time went on she had to resort to brute **** to get her body to calm down, leading her to spend upwards of an hour in bed playing with herself until everything went numb.

Brianna prepared for a long and hard night of work, cursing her own libido for being so stubborn. That was until the door suddenly creaked open and she was met with the voice of a stranger.

"Well well, my night just got better." the masculine figure chuckled lowly, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. Brianna lurched, the sheets too far away to reach for and her shirt too tightly rolled to make use of. Instead the redhead just drew her knees up as both hands clapped over her privates to try and hide her indignity, though his view was still no doubt rather pleasant.

"Who are you?!" she barked, her eyes wild and scared as she looks up at the rather muscular individual, sporting an uncannily familiar pair of blue eyes.

"Nathan, Dani's cousin." he said back calmly, giving no thought to Brianna's state of undress as he walks into the room and dumps his duffel bag on the single bed opposite hers. "I was told we're rooming together" he shrugs

Brianna cursed her forgetfulness, if she'd remembered that Danielle's cousin was due around this time, she would have never started touching herself knowing how long that was going to take. Now she'd have to go to bed horny, worked up and mortified.

"Looks like you're having a bit of trouble there" Nathan observes casually, Brianna's eyes going even wider than before. It was just a good thing the room was just dark enough that he couldn't see the beet-redness of her face, even though a lot of her body remained on display... it was like she was frozen on the spot, no one had ever seen her like this before, and he was just being so... unbothered by it,

"H-Huh?" she timidly responded, trying to play dumb,

Nathan gestured at her, "I'm not blind, you're trying to get off. But you look exhausted and you're sweating like you've just run a marathon. Guessing you've got a bit of a block?"

Brianna had no idea whether to be humiliated, offended, enraged or honest. How could he speak so casually about catching her like this and then strike up a conversation about it? Before she could think about how to best word her response, the answer just comes spilling out of her mouth.

"A little..." she gulped. Surprised at her own reflex to speak truthfully to a man that had just walked in, caught her playing with herself and was now sitting on his bed, ogling her and acting like nothing was wrong.

Nathan smirked, a hungry, almost predatory expression that sent either a chill or a shiver up Brianna's spine, she couldn't tell. "Want some help?"

The question put a knot in her stomach instantly, there she was, a complete virgin in basically every regard suddenly being propositioned by a guy three years older than her. For as much as her rational mind screamed at her to say 'no' outright, the word just wouldn't come out of her mouth.

"I'm a... I mean I've never..." she stammered, her anxious rambling cut off as Nathan holds both of his hands up and attempts to soothe her concerns,

"I'm not going to pull any funny business, my pants will stay on. Just offering a little relief, one room mate to another" he offers calmly, the glint in his icy blue eyes telling her something was wrong, but the way he so smoothly suggested it coaxed her mind to be put at ease.

Nathan takes her lack of an outright 'no' as a good sign, slowly rising from his seated position and stepping over towards her bed. Brianna shivers as she feels his rough hand coming to rest on her thigh, applying a gentle pressure that invites her to open her legs.

"Sometimes our bodies just need something new. If you masturbate too much, your body gets used to it and the predictability gets old," he explains, "So that's when you need to start exploring a little more."