Kyle.

...images of the studly younger version of her fiancee that had shown up in her life the day before. {if KyleFuck = 1
}She supposed it was understandable, after what they had done, that she would want to revisit that illicit moment. {if Shame > 83
}It's so wrong. I did a bad thing, and now...I can't get him out of my head. {else
}It was so good. Why does it have to be bad when it was so good? {endif
}{elseif KyleKiss = 1
} Beth supposed that after crossing that line with Kyle the night before, her mind wanted to show her what could have happened. {if Shame > 83
}It's...it's a good thing we didn't go any further...isn't it? Her working fingers denied the sense of her thoughts. {else
} How good could it have been... if we had just.... not.... stopped? The shameless thought drove her fingering to new enthusiastic heights. {endif
}{elseif SkinnyDipping = 1
}Beth's thoughts drifted back to the coin flip in the pool. {if Coinflip = 1
}It had been so naughty, and exciting, showing off her body for Kyle. She could still feel his eyes on her body, even then. It filled her head with a rush of heat, to be looked at and lusted after. When had that gone from her life?
{else
}Beth could still remember every line of his fit, muscular body. {if Shame < 83
}Brian worked out, but he wasn't a soldier like his brother. Just stand at attention for me, Corporal Jackson, I need some R&R... {else
}She was ashamed at the vividness of her memory. **** had fuzzed many details, but it had left every line and detail of his glistening body intact. She wasn't sure whether to be thankful for that or not. Either way, she shlicked harder. {endif
}{if Shame > 83
} She tried not to think about his words. They had made too much sense to her, and she was conflicted with guilt even as she moaned softly, thinking of his body. {else
}She deliberately ignored the voice in her head repeating Kyle's words of warning to her: at the moment, all she wanted to do was dig deeper into her little pit of forbidden fantasy. {endif
}{elseif KyleDrunkChat = 1
}Beth remembered their little "I never" game. {if DrunkChatLie = 1
}She suspected that Kyle knew she had lied about the reason for her behavior. She remembered his intense look as he had talked about not liking any of the girls at the bar, and with her fingers working, she let the idea she thought he had hinted at wash over her with it's forbidden pleasure. {else
}{if Shame > 83
}It had been mortifying, admitting straight out to Kyle that she was attracted to him. Stupid ****. It had loosened her tongue. She felt that mortification again as she rubbed her clit furiously, remembering his strong arms. It didn't stop her, though.
{else
}In the sober light of day, she felt a little thrill at remembering her brazen admission of attraction to him. She even smiled at the drunkenly smeared kiss she had given him. {if Formation = 5
}Does he know what a little slut I am? Maybe he should find out... she squirmed at that thought, at how wrong it was, and shlicked faster. {else
}She didn't feel ashamed, now. She felt thrilled, and her mind took those feelings to their logical conclusion as she worked her clit with abandon. {endif
}{endif
}{endif
}{endif
}{else
}She was a little surprised at that. Her behavior at the bar, throwing every available girl at Kyle, had seemed innocent at the time. But as she worked her clit, she had to admit to herself that she had been starting to crush on the young soldier a little, and now she was picturing him...and her... {if Shame > 83
}This... is not goood....
{else
}Baaad girl..... {endif
}{endif
}
Beth brought herself to completion and then washed her hands before continuing her run. She tried to put Kyle out of her mind as she drove home. When she arrived, the townhouse was empty. She checked her phone to discover a text from Brian. It seemed that Frank had called him to go over something, so he would meet her at the wedding planner's office. Typical. {if Arousal > 40
} She could use a good fuck right then despite her little phone call; it figured that she wouldn't get the opportunity to coerce Brian into a tumble. {endif

} She headed into the bathroom to shower. When she was finished, Beth dressed in khaki shorts that hugged her round ass and a modest crop top. If I'm working hard for this flat stomach, I'm going to flaunt it. She drove to the wedding planner's office.