Run Through the Trees

Branches whipped her face and bare thighs. Leaves stuck to her wet skin. Kelsey sprinted through the dark forest, one arm clamped over her bouncing breasts, the other hand cupping her sex. She knew Amanda’s mom kept spare keys in the magnetic box under the bumper of the old sedan. If she could just reach the car…

Multiple times she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Heavy. Rhythmic. She’d whirl around, heart in her throat, and see nothing but swaying shadows.

But as she ran, something strange happened. The terror, the adrenaline—it twisted inside her. Between her legs, her pussy throbbed. Not with fear. With hunger. Her fingers, pressed against her mound, twitched involuntarily. A slick wetness coated her inner thighs.

What is wrong with me? she thought, even as her clit pulsed against her own palm. Why am I so wet?

She didn’t stop. She burst into the clearing where Amanda’s mom’s sedan sat like a metal tomb. Hands shaking, she felt under the bumper. The keys were there. She yanked open the door, threw herself inside, and turned the ignition.