Saturday Morning

It was Saturday morning. Rae was lying on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts trying unsuccessfully to study. Her team had easily won the game last night. Afterwards she had hit the books as soon as she sat down on the bus and hadn?t stopped until late last night. Needless to say, she was feeling a little tired of schoolwork. Also, her parents had left an hour ago and weren?t going to be back until late tonight.

Feeling a little restless, she was considering taking a dip in the backyard pool. ?Maybe I?ll even wear my new bikini,? she thought with a naughty thrill, thinking about what the neighbors or her parents would say if they saw her.

She also thought about calling Kurt to see if he was busy today. She felt a little bad about blowing him off yesterday and felt like making it up to him. Plus she had several very? interesting dreams about him and his magnificent cock last night.

Thinking back on last night?s dreams, she put down her book and brought her hands up to her rock hard nipples. Giving them a hard squeeze, and reveling in the intense burst of pleasure, she thought of how horny she was when her mother woke her up to tell her that they were leaving.

Pulling off her shirt to reveal her bare breasts, she continued thinking about Kurt?s hands and how they felt on their last date. One hand began sliding down her belly and underneath to waistband on her shorts to caress her bare pussy.

?Good thing a bra wasn?t the only thing I didn?t put on this morning,? she moaned as her finger slipped into her freshly shaved, moist pussy.

Half-dressed and lost in passion on her living room couch, Rae pushed a second finger up her tight little cunt to her hymen and began to franticly thrust in and out while pulling roughly on her nipple. Faster and faster, harder and harder she continued until all she could hear was the wet sound of her dripping cunt.

?OOOH,? she half-screamed, ?Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna-?

DING DONG

?What?! No! So close!? she almost sobbed as she heard the doorbell.

Gasping and cursing under her breath. She threw on her shirt and tried to make herself more presentable as she went to the door.

Still breathing a bit heavy, she looked through the peephole?