Chloe has an itch she can't scratch

Chloe hadn't slept well. When she was awake she lay in bed, imagining how things might have been different, better, had she told Brandon about Ashley fucking Zack. The walk down to the lake yesterday, when they'd all played soccer and she lost her bikini top; that had been the perfect time. Instead, her grudge with Ashley had caused her to withhold the information, only hinting at Zack's lack of trustworthiness. She wished she could go back now, teleport through space and time, and tell Brandon everything. Then, maybe, she wouldn't be lying in bed feeling like shit and Brandon wouldn't have left.

When she did sleep, her dreams were dark and cloudy. Thunder in the background sounded like shouting, as she walked a barren wasteland, lost and confused. It was because of this light, troubled sleep that she woke while Heather was getting dressed. Her movements were soft and cautious as she clothed herself in jeans and a blouse. As the brunette turned to grab her shoes, she saw Chloe's sad, blue eyes watching her.

"Sorry," Heather said, kneeling beside Chloe and stroking her hair. "I tried not to wake you."

"It's ok. I was waking up anyway..." Chloe muttered, her mouth beneath the covers. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I'm taking Kurt to the doctors. Gotta make sure he actually goes to the clinic," Heather joked, and then frowning when Chloe failed to smile. "You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just have to deal with some stuff," Chloe assured her.

"Well, you don't have to deal alone," Heather said, standing up and slipping her feet into the shoes. "I'm here if you need to talk."

"Thanks," Chloe said, watching as Heather laced up her shoes and turned towards the door. As she left, she gave her a little wave, and closed the door tight behind her.

The red head sat up in the bed and stretched, her pyjama top riding up over her flat stomach as she raised her arms. Below, she felt a familiar tingle between her legs. Chloe looked down in disbelief. How could she be aroused at time like this? After all the drama and sleeplessness, her pussy still demanded attention. Sighing, with frustration, Chloe tried to ignore her needy cunt, beginning to undress. But as she shed her pyjamas and found herself sitting on her bed in nothing but her panties, the tingle in her pussy grew. She could feel herself leaking, her panties growing damp.

Chloe couldn't quite understand why she was so aroused. Maybe it because she had been much more sexually active lately, which was to say she'd been having sex almost daily whereas she'd been a complete virgin before. Was her pussy simply getting use to regular attention? If that was the case, continuing to feed its hunger would only make it more demanding in future. But she also wasn't sure if she could function with a dripping pussy, quivering between her legs.

Grunting in surrender, Chloe pulled her panties to the side and grazed her clit with her fingers. She yelped and pulled them away, feeling how sensitive her swollen clit had become. Slow, and with care, Chloe returned her fingers to her pussy, stroking at her clit again, ready for the sensitivity. Her head fell back, a moan escaping from her throat as her body was fed pleasure. Chloe continued, licking her fingers and rubbing them around her clit, sliding down and gathering up her juices and smearing them all over her engorged clit. Blissful waves pulsed throughout her body and she forgot about her bad dreams and angry friends. She revelled in the delight of her own cunt.

But, it wasn't enough. Her needy pussy demanded more. The pleasure was met with a dull ache, a need to be filled. So, licking her fingers again, Chloe slid her hand down along her lips and pushed two fingers into her hole. It was nice, almost enjoyable, but something just wasn't quite right. Another finger joined the others, three fingers being jammed into her pussy, her juices splashing out around them. Yet, it still wasn't satisfying her need. Gasping at her own lewdness, Chloe sank another finger into her cunt, fingering her pussy with four digits now. Her wet pussy welcomed all four with ease, and Chloe had to admit, the feeling of her lips being stretched by almost her entire hand inside her was exquisite. But, it still wasn't enough.

Bouncing off the bed, Chloe sprinted across the room to her bag and pulled out her dildo from it's hiding place. Dropping where she stood, Chloe sank to her knees, ass pushed high into the air as her upper body went low, her chest and face squashed against the carpet. Reaching between her legs, she placed the head of the dildo at her the gaping entrance to her pussy. In one push, she buried the toy inside.

"Aaaah," Chloe cried, feeling it penetrate deeper than her fingers hand.

Grabbing the base, Chloe began to pump the fake cock in and out of herself. The neediness dissipated, and once again her body became awash with pure pleasure. Delighted at overcoming her desire, Chloe shoved the cock into her pussy, harder and faster, feeling it grinding against her slick inner walls.

But it wasn't to last. The fake cock felt good for a few moments but, ultimately, it didn't feel right either. The cold plastic of the dildo couldn't give her what she needed and she knew what that was, she just didn't want to admit it. What she needed was a real, hot, hard fleshy piece of cock.