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Please note, all other referenced characters are 18

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No! Fuck no, not now, please!

April’s phone blared loudly from over on the dresser, rude ringing ruining her sultry fantasy of José’s gentle kisses teasing her clit – obnoxious clatter instantly putting out the smoldering desire between her thighs that had felt so fucking good…

For fuck’s sake, this was her big night in! No more interruptions! She put her phone on silent and walked back to Caitlyn’s bed, scrolling through the photos from her Miami album, gazing into José’s gorgeous dark eyes on screen and trying to get back to where she’d left off…

She breathed deeply in the borrowed lingerie, trying to repeat the feather light touch over her chest that had worked for her before – waiting for that little surge below her belly button to fire again; that twist of longing…

Nothing…

Damn it… She’d lost it. Again.

April slumped onto Caitlyn’s bed, looking down at José’s image on the phone, trying to draw his presence out of the photo and into the warm room filled with golden light. She couldn’t keep giving up like this – it was really starting to get her down.

She’d been struggling for months. If Miami had been her sexual awakening, then coming home and having to put up with Caitlyn and Andy moving in had put her back to some sort of dormant state.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried. She lay awake at night, letting her thoughts turn to José. Her body would slowly start to react to the fantasy she would create; heat building; fingers bringing little shivers of pleasure when she pushed them under the waistband of her panties. Sometimes she’d even get as far as feeling the very first glimmer of her orgasm – a sweet pressure building behind her clit; everything down there wet and throbbing; hips rolling… Then… something would happen to interrupt her – dad’s sneeze, or snoring from her parents’ room over the other side of the house; or worse – her sister’s moans through the wall…

Andy and Caitlyn had clearly struggled with the lack of intimacy that dad’s house rules brought about. But after a glum first few weeks, they appeared to have solved the issue by using Facetime when everyone was in bed. Mercifully, Caitlyn would wear ear pods so that April didn’t have to hear both sides of it, but she’d lost count of the number of nights she’d pushed a pillow over her ears to block out the strangled gasps and barely muted moans Caitlyn would make, talking Andy through each stage of their imagined lovemaking.

April knew she shouldn’t think like this, but the first time she’d heard her sister through the wall, there had been a little thrill of excitement. Maybe this might help her get in the mood – she could just ignore the fact it was Caitlyn and go with it, right?

Wrong…

It transpired that her sister lacked any subtlety or creative spark when it came to dirty talk. She’d just repeat the same thing over and over in a whiny monotone… April had thought about banging on the wall the other night when her sister had set a new record; eighteen times, over and over, repeatedly mewing, ‘fuck me, baby’…. She’d been begging for Andy to finish just so she could get some sleep.

In fact, April’s last successful attempt at pleasuring herself had occurred under somewhat unexpected circumstances. Around Spring Break, Andy had driven them up-state to an off-the-grid music festival out in the sticks. It had been an incredible day, music thudding through her, vibrating the air all around. Hot, sweaty flesh pressing from every angle when they’d crammed in close to the stage to see the headline act.

Her body had been primed even before she’d got in the back of the truck to set off home. Andy driving in front of her seat with the radio playing softly, lost in his own thoughts while he drove bare chested in the warm night air. The smell of his aftershave and sweat filling the cabin; manly, earthy – not too strong, certainly not unpleasant.

The road leading out of the festival site had been rutted, blending with the truck’s old suspension and rumbling engine to create a delicious vibration through the threadbare rear bench under her ass.

Caitlyn had soon fallen asleep, her sister up front with Andy, leaving April able to look out into the dark night and lose herself in a fantasy that had started just as they were leaving…

Earlier, as they’d walked away from the main stage back to the truck, a good looking, square-jawed security guard near the exit had caught her eye as they passed the gate - giving her a big smile and a nod as he wished her goodnight. That had been it… Nothing more than an attractive guy being nice. But he’d made her heart skip when their eyes locked – her body so ready for arousal that even this seemingly innocent gesture had fired a violent lust.

When they’d stepped through the pale, moonlit field of tall grass back to where the truck was parked, April had been hyper aware of her skin; the hem of her little summer dress where it brushed the back of her legs, the tiny bows embroidered on the hips of her cute panties pressing ever so gently against the crease of her thigh…

As soon as she’d been cloaked in the rattling, vibrating darkness of Andy’s truck’s rear seat, she’d thought about what might have happened if her smiling security guard had beckoned her over... April imagining him taking her away from the throng of people filing through the field and leading her to a quiet moonlit clearing, laying her down under the rustling trees.

There, she imagined him on top of her, trailing kisses down her throat and chest until she breathlessly pushed his head lower. She imagined him pushing her dress up her thighs as she spread for him, before directing him to kiss over the tiny bows on her panties; crying out when he peeled them away and lowered his mouth to meet the throbbing, wet heat beneath…

Vibration from the truck shuddering through her hips, she’d rolled her pelvis to press her achy, throbbing clit against the humming seat. Carefully looking over to make sure Caitlyn was still out of it, she’d adjusted her light jacket over her legs before letting fingers push damp panties to one side and find their way to the molten core of her desire.

She’d had to bring her free hand to cover her mouth – stifle the gasp as cool fingers met the dripping wet inferno between her thighs. April’s pulse had surged through her neck as she’d heaved silent, ragged breaths back there in the dark.

Slowly, those gentle circles over her had clit had become more urgent, more frantic - orgasm building as her fantasy played out in front of her unfocused eyes. Her handsome security guard between her legs; licking her pretty pink pussy while she pushed her fingers through his hair and held him close to her swollen clit and puffy folds - smothering his sweet lapping as tightly as she could.

When she’d felt the tender, maddening sweetness cresting thickly inside, tears of joy had pricked her eyes. Even with pleasure starting to flood through her, there’d still a moment of concern, praying nothing would stop her orgasm finding release this time.

Her thighs had trembled as the muscles in her legs bunched and twitched, but April had decided she didn’t care about the risk of deicovery by then - rubbing herself with desperate need, uncaring if the others noticed. Tipping over the edge, she’d cum with a brutal intensity; screaming silently into that hot, dense night, shivering as violent pulses rolled through her hips - bucking despite every effort to control herself…

With relief, she’d opened her eyes to see no change amongst her companions in the truck’s cab – no one had known a thing about the detonation within her. The deep sleep that followed on that bumpy ride home on the back seats had been one of pure contentment; the result of months of pent-up need finally finding their outlet.

That’s why she’d been so breathlessly excited about this evening. She needed that peace again; that release. She’d made a promise to herself in the mirror this morning; “No matter what happens, April, you are going to cum tonight”. She wouldn’t let herself give up so easily…

Sat on Caitlyn’s bed in her sister’s room, April sighed deeply and set her phone to one side. José’s smiling face in the photo now turned over to face the comforter.

If she was going to do this, it needed to be different this time. Something from within – working with that feeling from before, how sexy she’d felt seeing herself in the mirror, how desirable… She couldn’t rely on José’s perfect skin and gorgeous eyes to make this happen. It had to come from her.

She was ready. It was time. Time to finally see herself as she wanted others to see her.

Albeit with a little help from her sister’s lingerie collection…

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