PART 04 - Reflections 03
May 7th, the day after the bathroom incident with Tim. I remember masturbating myself to sleep the night before which I think caused me to have the hottest wet dream that I had ever had up to that point in my life. The sun had begun to peak through the curtains, brightening my bedroom, needless to say I was incredibly aroused from the dream I was slowing waking from. In my half-awake daze I felt a wetness in my groin along with damp fabric touching my inner thighs. I rolled onto my side and not remembering I was now in the body of a female, I pressed my palm against my navel and stuck my hand down my underwear, expecting to grab my dick to see what had happened. Instead, my hand slid down over the top of my groin and because I was pressing into myself, my fingers slid the length of my new snatch and I unintentionally pushed several fingers into my pussy. They entered with ease because of how wet I was. I gasped out of surprise.
“Fuck! This is nothing like morning wood…” I groaned in ecstasy.
“C’mon Frank, you need to control these urges…” I said to myself unconvincingly between moans.
My fingers exited my pussy and began to rub the opening along with my lips, occasionally brushing over my clit, only to end up fingering myself again. My hazy mind became overtaken by the sensations of being penetrated, “Oh god, fuck it.” I cried out in defeat.
I threw the blankets off of me and quickly sat up, hastily taking off the white tank top I wore to sleep. I fell backwards, back onto the bed sheets and lifted my legs directly up so that I made an L shape. In one swift motion I rocked my hips back and up, allowing me to slide my soaked underwear off my waist and towards my ankles. I lowered my legs and threw my panties to the side of the bed.
I instinctively spread my legs and brought my heels towards my butt, giving me easier access to my hungry pussy. I immediately shoved the four fingers of my right hand into my snatch, and used my palm to apply pressure to my clit. My left hand began to aggressively grope one of my breasts.
I tried the best I could to stifle my moans so that Mark wouldn’t hear if he was awake but there were just so many waves of pleasure that, that task became impossible.
Uncontrollably, my torso began to rise and my hips rock as my fingers increased their speed. There was a building pressure inside my groin, I could feel it. It felt like it did when I was with Tim… God I wanted it so bad, I continued with my pace. My movements becoming more stiff as my body flexed.
“Oh god yes, this is it! I’m going to cum!” I said quietly, voice straining. Suddenly my body began to convulse and my mouth gaped open in silent shock as a tidal wave of pure bliss exploded across my body. My fingers slowed their pace, as if trying to slowly and gently bring me back down until finally, I pulled my fingers away from my vag and brought it to my mouth.
I licked the glistening liquid from my hand, tasting myself. God it tasted so sweet. Since then, I’ve taken every opportunity to taste myself…
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The rest of that day, after I had showered and cleaned my bedsheets from the morning’s festivities, since there were several wet spots… I just kept thinking about that feeling, that sensation of climaxing, of having something inside me. While I came pretty hard that morning, it was still nothing compared to what I had experienced with Tim… I wanted to feel that again.
With those thoughts constantly swirling around in my head it became really hard to focus during normal everyday things.
For example, I made Mark and myself lunch that afternoon and I had been fidgeting all day, shifting my weight from one leg to the other seeing if I could somehow discreetly take the edge off the aching sensation of my pussy wanting to be stimulated. When we finally sat down for lunch, for whatever reason I found it more comfortable to sit with one leg on top of the other. Mark sneezed which startled me, causing my entire body to flex momentarily; a shock of pleasure shot through my body. I sighed from the pleasure but I think Mark thought it was from the scare.
“What was that?” I asked internally.
I flexed my legs, squeezing them together and another burst of pleasure emanated from my groin. The rest of the meal I continued to squeeze and release my legs as one rested on top of the other. I became unfocused, constantly trying to hide my sighs and heavy breathing, trying to explain away why I was constantly shutting my eyelids and keeping them closed
When we finally both finished our lunch, Mark moved into the adjacent room to watch TV on the couch while I began to do the dishes.
“God… it’s getting worse… I want it so bad…” I said quietly to myself as I cleaned. I glanced up and looked into the family room from the sink, I could see the back of Mark’s head sticking above the backrest of the couch.
“Fuck it, just a little bit. Mark won’t know…” I whispered. I left the faucet on and ducked onto my knees behind the kitchen counter. I slid my thumbs between the fabric of my clothes and my hips and pulled down both my underwear and pants in one motion to mid thigh. I bent at the waist getting on all fours and reached between my legs with my right hand, placing my two middle fingers onto my pussy. I started moving my them in a circular motion on and around the clit, I began to quietly moan, making sure to not be louder than the running faucet.
“Oh god, fuck yes. I needed this.” I said under my breath.
Just as I was about to begin fingering myself, I heard Mark get up off the couch. I quickly removed my hand and got back to just being on my knees as I pulled up my underwear and pants.
“Dad?” Mark said from the family room.
“Here, son!” I said standing up, he was turned around facing the kitchen from the other side of the couch. “Was just getting some more dish soap from under the sink.”
“Oh. Gotcha.” Mark sat back down on the couch and continued to watch his show.
I brought my fingers to my mouth and took my time licking the juices off of them before going back to washing the dishes.
This pattern of hiding away to curb my urges continued throughout the rest of the day…
Even during dinner... Mark had the bright idea for us to get out of the house, so we went to one of our favorite local restaurants. We had just gotten our entrees, but I had been feeling insecure since we had gotten there. I wore one of Sasha’s dresses to try to look like a “normal” college aged girl… constantly feeling like there were so many eyes on me all the time only ended up making me excited, “God why is my asshole aching for so much attention?” I thought, surprising myself. I could feel my panties starting to get damp against the wooden chair… Two bites in I had to excuse myself, “I’ll be right back kiddo, I need to use the restroom.” I said with a sense of urgency in my voice. In response, Mark just shrugged and continued to eat his meal.
I walked with a quicker than normal pace to the women’s restroom and straight into a stall, locking the door behind me. I lifted up my dress and pulled my thong down to my knees, feeling the cold air touch my wet skin. I quickly spread my ass cheeks apart with my left and ran the middle finger of my right hand between my glistening lips, lubing my finger with pussy juice. With my finger soaked, I grinned and began to finger my tight asshole. Several other girls suddenly walked into the bathroom, I could hear them talking on the other side of the stall door but I just needed it so bad that I couldn’t stop. I wiggled my finger around while it was inside of me, causing me to unexpectedly cum and fall back onto the toilet. After leaning against the wall of the bathroom stall for a few minutes to catch my breath, I grabbed several sheets of toilet paper and wiped my wet pussy and ass dry from all of the juices. I pulled my thong back over my hips and straightened out the fabric so that it was properly covering “down there” and exited the stall to wash my hands.
Sitting down back at the dinner table, “Feeling okay Dad?” Mark asked with not much concern.
I smiled back still feeling the afterglow of cumming, “Better than ever son, better than ever.”
“Glad to hear it! Oh, and don’t forget that I leave this Thursday morning 9am with Reggie and his parents, in two days, to go check out some college campuses I’m interested in and that I’ll be back Sunday evening!” Mark said while still chewing his food.
“Finish chewing before you speak.” I said scolding him, “But I am glad you reminded me, I completely forgot.”
“Hmm… that means he’ll be out of the house and that I won’t need to worry about him coming back unexpectedly. That might be a good opportunity to talk with Tim about what happened so I can set him straight and maybe even instill the fear of god in that boy.” I thought to myself as I started to eat my meal.
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After we got back home I went to my bedroom and took out my phone to make a call…
“Hello?” I said as soon as the line became open.
“Uh, Hi?”
“Is this Tim Ashwood?” I asked sternly in the best “parent” voice I could muster with Sasha’s voice.
“It is… who is this?”
“It’s Frank Harrison, I think we need to have chat.” I was starting to feel pretty confident the more I used this parent tone.
“Oh… um… about what?” Tim said trying to play it cool.
“You know exactly what Mr. Ashwood. You know where Mark lives, why don’t you come over this Thursday, 11am so we can set a few things straight.” I said intimidatingly.
There was a brief pause before I heard a loud sigh on the other side of the phone, “Yes, Mr. Harrison.”
“Good, I’ll see you Thursday then.” I said curtly and hung up.
“Haha” I laughed to myself, “I can’t believe he had such a huge sigh of defeat, I totally got that in the bag. Come Thursday I will put the fear of God in that boy…” I said confidently smiling.
(To be continued…)
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