This was an emergency. Thoughts of Christy were swirling in my head, making me think of her, making me crave her. Oh no, I thought. It hasn't been this bad in a while. My body was aching for her, my heart was pounding, and I was throbbing down there.
If this lasted much longer, there was no telling what I'd do. Christy seemed very pushy today too, maybe Monica said something to try and babysit me. She never seemed to catch on to how strongly I wanted to keep my distance from Christy.
Regardless, I needed to do something. And in these **** times, there was only one real solution. I would need to make myself climax.
Previously, when my feelings of lust were this strong, I tried prayer, of course. Then scripture reading. Even going to confess at church. But none of it helped. The feelings were still there, stronger than ever. So I had no other choice.
It was sinful, surely. My body is a temple for the Lord. But he must understand. If not for this, I would fall into an even worse sin. I would spend hours repenting afterwards. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
And Christy made me oh so very weak.
My heart began to quicken as I accepted this as my only option. My body shivered in anticipation. My mind raced with terrible, sinful fantasies, as my arousal spread through my entire body.
I looked over at the door to Monica's room, making sure it was shut. Then I slid off my skirt. Oh wow, I'm so wet, I thought as I saw the wet spot on my light blue panties. I quickly removed them, leaving my wetness open to the air, with a neatly trimmed bush in view.
Then my fingers went to work. I caressed myself, feeling my lips and my wetness. Within minutes, my fingers were soaking wet. I couldn't believe how aroused I was, but it felt so good to finally get some relief.
I closed my eyes, and Christy appeared immediately. Her soft smile. The way her hair rippled in the wind. The way she laughed. So warm. Why did God make her so pretty?
Then my images changed. She wasn't just a blur of lovely images, she was here, right here. Except it wasn't right here. We were in my bedroom at home. My parents were out, and we were alone. There were glow in the dark stars above my bed. Christy and I were on the bed together, her right over me, pinning me down. She was still fully clothed, but had me completely naked. She smiled a hungry kind of smile, one I could only imagine.
The Christy in my head told me just how beautiful I was. She told me I was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. And then before I could respond, she slid her fingers inside of me, as I slid my actual fingers inside. She explored me, ravaged me, made me feel everything a woman was designed to feel, and I loved it. It was heaven.
I tried hard to suppress my moaning, but a few leaked out. Christy told me she loved my moans. That she wanted to hear more, that I shouldn't tease her by stifling them. She was going to make me moan louder.
She slipped another finger inside of me, and suddenly I was feeling so much more. I loved it. She loved me. I was wrapped around her fingers.
"P-please," I said to Christy, aloud, "Please finish me off."
Christy chuckled. "Finish you?"
I blushed, embarrassed, even though it was my own imagination. I knew what she wanted. She wanted this often, to hear me say it. "Please m-make me c-cum, Christy."
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