It's OK to rest...

You moan as you pinch yourself. It feels good to give in.

Electric sensations cause you to squirm as you finger yourself – one, two, in, out, in... you pinch yourself with your other hand and periodically take your index finger out of yourself to suck on it.

You've never tasted so good (not like you've ever tasted yourself before, anyway).

You buck your hips and your legs spread further apart, more sweat covers your body. Your throat grows thick. You push up one of your breasts to your mouth and suck on it. It's a little uncomfortable, but it feels good.

Your hand starts to ache so you switch fingers – actually adding in a second one. Your middle and ring fingers are soon slick with your juices.

Your other hand drops down to your engorged clit, rubbing it slowly at first, but in your overwhelmed state, you lose all self control. Your body is a writhing mass of muscle and sloppy pussy.

You can feel your orgasm coming. You fall backwards onto the wet grass, forgoing the rough tree for support in favor of grinding your shoulders into the dirt.

Feeling like your heart will explode, you climax.

A long jet of white fluid lunges out of your pussy, accompanied by a heavy squirting sound; clear fluid also spurting in all directions.

When it's all over, you can't move. You don't feel sick anymore, but you're still beat. Your muscles are all sore, as though you'd just climbed ten miles up a mountain. Your head lolls back, a content, but concerned look on your face.

The whole time you'd masturbated, a wild image had formed in your mind's eye.

It was you and your best friend from Junior High, Hana, conjoined at the hip – both hips, actually – locked in a lesbian tryst. The scariest part was in that fantasy, you'd came INTO her – rope after rope of hot cum into your aligned holes.

Why did you see those things? It hardly makes any sense... how can you...

No, it makes perfect sense. That's what you need to do.

Your pussy throbs and your slimy fingers dip back into you, rekindling the passion lost; fueling your desire.

"Hana does have really sexy thighs..." you say huskily to the wind.

What you would do to put your hand up her skirt... to put your head between her thighs...

Somehow, you know these feelings are unnatural, but, you don't really care anymore. You're horny, even more horny than before you'd masturbated, so, it doesn't matter whether it's unnatural or not, you have a need, you need to scratch it.

You fondle yourself a little more to regain your energy, and then gradually, you lift yourself up off the ground. Dirt sticks to your sweaty back, but you imagine you'll be taking a shower soon enough... it feels like morning, and Hana takes long showers.

You think your friends can wait, you need to see Hana right away.