Chapter 17

As my hands move down my body I remember Richard’s words from last night, and I listen to my body. I let my hand slide down between my thighs. As my fingers pass across my pussy I notice a bit of stubble and grab my razor to take care of it. Once I am nice and smooth again I let my fingers travel along the freshly shaved skin and enjoyed the silky smooth feeling.

I lick my lips and moan as my fingers slowly glide up and down my lips. Even in the shower, I can feel my pussy getting wet. My body shudders as I trace a finger up across my smooth lips toward my clit. I slide two fingers back and forth across my clit and lean back against my shower wall.

My free hand moves up my body and I squeeze my tits. Images of Richard forcing his cock into me flash through my mind and I moan out but a pang of guilt washes over me. My fingers slow, but I don’t stop. I slide my fingers down and inside my tight cunt fucking myself in a steady rhythm. I imagine Richard bending me over my car, his big cock pummeling my cunt.

“Oh god,” I moan, “Ughn ughn oh fuck!”

My hips move back and forth in rhythm as I finger fuck myself. I hear Richard calling me a slut, calling me his slut and I shudder, my knees feel weak.

“I’m a slut,” I grunt as I feel my orgasm build. “I’m just a horny fucking slut.”

I finger myself faster as I repeat it over and over.

“I’m ugnh, just a, oooh fuck, a horny slut,” I moan. “Oh god.”

I slide my fingers to my clit and whimper biting my lip hard as my orgasm tears through me. My knees buckle and I slide down my shower wall panting. I sit there for a minute to recover before getting up and rinsing myself off. I get out of the shower and get ready for my day.

The day passes quickly and before I know it I am dressed and heading out the door to meet Jon. I wore a black v neck sweater and gray pants with short black heels. I felt good. When I get outside Jon is standing next to his car waiting for me.

Jon had decided on Olive Garden and he drove us there. I was genuinely enjoying myself, we had a nice meal and great conversation. We were really hitting it off and I was happy. Then my phone vibrated. I ignored it because I was enjoying our conversation so much. Then my phone vibrated again.

This time a longer vibration indicating a call instead of a text. I excused myself and looked down at my phone. I felt a sense of dread when I saw the number. It was the same number Richard had called me from last night. I ignored the call and checked the text I’d ignored a few minutes before. I went cold when I read it.