A Scream From The Next Room

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Steve’s voice echoed through the house as he looked at Crystal in disbelief, Barry slack jawed looking at the woman at the end of the couch in disbelief.

“Oh.. wow…” Crystal panted, as she slowly gazed towards the doorway where Tristan stood in a panic after hearing the high-pitched scream that had emanated from the girl now clenching the furniture she sat on.

Slowly Crystal let go of the furniture, her hands seeming fidgety before she began to run them along her legs. “Sorry…” Crystal panted shaking her head slowly. “That shit hits uh… hard…” Crystal’s hands were actively rubbing deep into the flesh of her legs as she rubbed them back and forth.

“Symptom?” Tristan asked reaching for his cookbook as Steve and Barry looked on in disbelief at Crystal’s sudden change in activity.

“Fuck… It’s a high… Unexpectedly quick… Almost like… as if…” Crystal eyed Steve and Barry, debating if she should really keep talking about the high. She’d done this sort of thing in front of them before, describing buzzes, sensations, even flopping over as someone played with the lights.

But this high was different, it had an all too familiar euphoria, but a powerful hit that was more natural than any other **** she’d tried.

Biting her lip as she enjoyed the continued sensation of her hands rubbing through her skin she shifted one arm to rub across her stomach as she panted.

“Well? Crystal?” Tristan was starting to feel panicky, this wasn’t like Crystal, turning around he glanced around for his car keys.

“No… I can’t go anywhere…” Crystal panted as she heard the jangle of Tristan grabbing his keys. “Not, yet.” Crystal purred before exhaling a soft moan at the sensation of her hand and arm compressing a breast.

“ Definitely… Not… Yet…” Crystal panted glaring across at Tristan with a bitten lip.

“It's like sex. A sudden orgasm just seems to pop…. And… uhm… Then this…. Warm… like… afterglow… Just… sorta… built up! OH! UHM!” Crystal panted and moaned suddenly leaning forward to cry out at the sensation of one hand pressing on the crotch of her pants as the other pinched a nipple through her bra.

Leering at the boys Crystal couldn’t help herself, she needed to feel the touch. Slipping a hand up under her shirt shoving her bra up displacing a tit to properly grope she groaned in relief. “Oh that feels so right…”

Closing her eyes for a few moments Crystal basked in the warm pleasure before licking her lips. “So… much.. better…”

Crystal ignored the looks she was attracting, Tristan's rampant scribbling of his observations, she knew what to do next. It was plain in her compromised mental state what she needed. Like the craving for water while on E, her body seemed to plainly know what it needed.

Unbuckling her belt, Crystal felt a rush of excitement at the shocked disbelief it attracted as she ripped open her jeans and shoved her hand down. “Oh.. mmm… yes…” Crystal gasped as Barry began to looked awkward, Steve delighted, and Tristan finally found his attention pulled from his notes.

“Maybe you should cool off a little. Step back before you do.. you know anything else.” Tristan began to ramble in an obviously suddenly stressed and concerned voice.

“OH.. I think… its… a… bit late… fer… that…” Crystal moaned as her whole body shifted and squirmed with her hands in obvious sexual tension and arousal.

“Mmm… You guys wanna do me a fava?” Crystal mewed eyeing each of the guys up and down before closing her eyes and biting her lip.

“What?” Tristan in a panicky voice quickly replied.

“Show me yer cocks for me to masturbate to.”