You imagine losing your virginity to Matt

You imagine that you were in Matt's bedroom. You were both naked and on top of his bed. You were laying on your back, just as you are now in your room. You enter yourself with two fingers, pretending that Matt's cock has pressed into you. You are moaning a little louder now and your fingers are working your hole with one hand, the other strumming your clit as the heat builds again to another level.

You are imagining Matt on top of you, looking down on you as he thrusts into you, penetrating you deeply. I wish this was real. I need him to fuck me like I'm just a cheap slut. I wanna be your dirty slut Matt, just fuck me, bend me, stretch me, fill me up! Ahhhhh!

Your orgasm takes you, you feel muscles in your core flutering and you arch up off the bed, forming a perfect bridge as the wave comes. And it comes hard. You cum violently on your bed. Your moans much louder than you would have wished, but you've lost control. You writh and pant and ride the waves of pleasure till they eventually wash over you, leaving you sweating and breathless on your bed.

You smile, then laugh a little. You let your hands softly stroke over your sensetive nipples, the sides of your slit. Oh my fucking god, if the real tihng is like that then I cannot fucking wait.

A noise brings you back to your senses. The fuck was that? Foot steps. Sounds like someone creeping along the hallway. But mum's still asleep? You listen and you can still hear her snoring through the paper thin walls of your flat. Then in hits you..... Fuck! I forgot! Mick! He probably slept on the sofa again! You look at your door and to your horor it is slightly ajar. I closed my door I'm sure I did. Has that pervy old bastard been spying on me? FUCK!

I can't believe he would do that! You lay there, mortified. He's just seen everything! He's just stood there and watch me cum!

There's a small part of you, deep down, that is enjoying that thought. The thought of someone watching you. Wanting you. It's a part of you that's alway been there, pushed to the back of your mind. But lately it feels like it's surfacing. Since your sexual awakeing. That old bastard wants me, but he can't have me! I could toy with him if I wanted... he'd be powerless against this! You feel your self again, still wet, arousel making you wetter still. Fuck, I'm still horny. I'm going to fucking tease that old shit.

You sit up, and put your feet to the floor.