Self-exploration

You slam the cubicle door shut and have your shorts and panties round your knees in a split second. Your drooling pussy flutters and opens as your fingernails brush against your raging outer lips. One finger finds your clit and you're lost to the tumbling, burning chaos between your legs. Your knees buckle and before you know it you're on the floor, panting and convulsing as the still-unfamiliar sensations of orgasm tear through you.

Panting, you rest your forehead on your arm as it braces you against the cubicle wall. You draw the fingers away from your dripping snatch, followed by two glistening threads that break agonizingly slowly, and wipe them off on your panties.

As this is your first experience of female masturbation, you are somewhat surprised as you find your quivering pussy aching for more... an experimental caress of your clit blasts you once again with that overwhelming inferno and you realize that there's a whole lot more to come. This time you slide two fingers from the other hand up into your opening and fuck yourself slowly and deliberately at the same time as you rub your button with a gentler, circular motion. You find yourself more slowly scaling new heights. Although now that you are less frantic and overwhelmed, there is room in your mind for fevered imaginings of a certain friend's thick cock filling you once more. This time, as your eager fingers tip you over the edge, your aching womb and cervix grasp at the cum that should be there... and you wish more than anything was.

Six or seven tumultuous orgasms later, you are finally spent. You weakly climb to your feet again and slip your panties and shorts back up your legs. Stepping out into the restroom you wash your hands and look in the mirror as you attempt to tame your rather wild hair. There is still a gauzy, wanton look in your eyes, and a distinct flushing of your cheeks, but the **** need of ten minutes ago is calmed for now.

Gwen looks at you with a cheeky smirk when you join her at the table.

"So, Summer dear, are you back in the room?" You both giggle, and she slides a glass of cold white wine towards you. "Now... down to business. I've already ordered your favorite. Get some of that wine down you and we can plan what to do about mom and dad, and about Fuckhead Alex. Don't drink it too fast mind - you're not getting another. I have my potential niece or nephew's health to consider."

"You know, Gwen, if this potential niece or nephew becomes a reality, you're going to have to stop calling their father Fuckhead Alex."