I’m starting to rub the clit now…

How would he tongue me?

How much attention would he pay to my pussy lips?

When would he stick a finger in? Two?

Three?

Three manly digits finger fucking me???

Yeah…

Would he make me squirt?

FUCK IT!

I’m so hot that I stand up and lose my clothes, plopping back on the couch, and resume rubbing myself again.

I wish Cliff was here…rubbing his cock against my pussy lips, and then sliding it in…OH YES!

I can feel him inside me. I close my eyes just as I imagine him filling me and going faster and

faster and grunting in my ear and…

The door starts to unlock.

THE FUCKING DOOR IS UNLOCKING!

LUKE IS HOME!

FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

I get up and grab my clothes and start to dash to my room, but it’s too late.

I’ve seen him walk through the door.

He’s seen me naked, in my most vulnerable state.

“OH SHIT!” I yell as I run into my room and slam the door.

A sewer of humiliation overflows drowning whatever pride remains.

I guess I still have some shame…

I slowly put my clothes back on get into bed and hide under the covers.

Then he knocks on the door.

I’m mortified and don’t want to see him, but he takes another moment and knocks again.

“Heidi?” he says from outside. “Are you okay?”
“Go away, please!” I beg.

He takes a moment.

“Now you know how I felt,” he says.
“What do you mean?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
"I said, ‘now you know how I felt?’” he says firmly.

Fuck! He knew?

I remain silent as my heart races.

“I know you saw me that one time,” he says. “I saw you peeking through the door.”

I wait for the other shoe to drop.

“And I saw what you were doing, Heidi,” he says. “I had no idea you were such a little voyeur.”

Where is he going with this? I’m simultaneously scared and turned on all over again. Does he want to watch me?

Maybe his gaze is a branding iron poised to leave a mark I wouldn’t mind having.

He slowly turns the door, and I’m getting even more aroused.

He turns it all the way and slowly starts to open it. I emerge from under the sheets and see the door as it opens. He steps in and leans up against the wall next to the door. He’s looking straight at me.

“If you want me to leave, I will,” he says.

He looks at me, waiting for my answer. I know I should tell him to leave, but I don’t want him to because I’m sure I’ve figured out what he’s driving at.

“I’ll say it again, Heidi,” he says. “If you want me to leave, I will. So do you want me to leave?”

My eyes drop down to the bulge that’s showing itself in his pants, and I close my eyes for a second and remember the look his face as he stroked.

“No,” I say.
“No?” he replies.
“No,” I repeat.
“No, you don’t want me to leave. You want me to stay,” he says.
“Yes, I want you to stay,” I tell him.
“Because if you don’t, I will turn around and leave right now,” he says. “It’s up to you.”
“I want you to stay, Luke,” I say, as I throw off the sheets.

He closes the door and steps over towards me. I’m lying on the bed, almost frozen, looking up at him.

“Okay then,” he says. “Why don’t you resume your activity on the couch when I walked in?”

My head hears that as a suggestion, but my vagina hears it as a command. I slowly remove my sweatpants again, sit up and took off my T-shirt, and lay back down wearing only my underwear.

The AC turned on about a minute ago, and the cold air does its usual number on my nipples.

“Why don’t you touch one of those?” he says.

I slowly touch and rub my left nipple.

Then I pinch it.

And pull it.

Then I do the same to the other one.

I close my eyes and slide my hands down from my breasts, across my belly button, and right into
my panties, and I started rubbing again.

I open my eyes and see him slowly unzipping his pants, reaching inside, and I stare at his crotch
as he lazily pulls out his dick.

*****

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