Chapter 5: Taking Care of My Own Needs

When I finally had myself cleaned up, I reached for my dress but then I put it back down again. God I was still so fucking horny! Steven may have gotten off but not me and my pussy was telling me it wasn’t happy about it. I suppose I could have gone out and dragged the first guy I met back into the restroom but that always had the risk that he would get off before me like Steven had. No, sometimes when you need something done, the best way is to do the job yourself!

I sat down on the toilet and slid forward a bit so I could lean back against the tank behind me. Spreading my legs wide apart, my hand quickly moved between my legs and cupped my crotch. Mmmmmmm, I was still soaking wet and hot! Memories of Steven’s dick as he pumped it in me flooded back and my finger pushed its way in and I started to fuck my pussy with two fingers as I remembered how good his dick had felt in me.

Just then someone knocked on the door urgently but I just called out and said it was occupied before returning my attention to my pussy. Whoever it was, they were just going to have to wait until I was finished. I needed to cum and cum badly and I didn’t care who wanted in, I was going to cum first.

As I finger fucked myself I used the fingers on my other hand to play with my clit and outer pussy. Damn was I wet! Perhaps it was fortunate that Steven HAD not cum in me as with the huge load he had dumped on me I was sure that his sperm would have been leaking out of my pussy for the rest of the night.

After having just been fucked, it wasn’t going to take much to drive me to an orgasm and before long I could feel those unique sensations throughout my body that I only feel during one event - an orgasm. My entire body was tingling like I had just stepped out of my hot tub and into the cold winter air. Goose bumps rose up all over me and I could feel my face and chest flushing as my legs stretched out in front of me and my fingers thrust themselves deep in my pussy.

“Oh god, fuck me!” I moaned to myself as I dreamed of Steven cumming in my pussy, flooding me with that huge load of sperm.

“I’m cumming ... Oh god I’m cumming ... keep fucking me!” I went on, talking to myself like I was being fucked still by Steve. Damn I wished he was with me again, his hard dick thrust deep up inside of me, making me feel complete and whole as I only can when my pussy is filled with dick.

My pussy was cumming hard, flooding my fingers with my cum. I brought my hand to my mouth licking my cum from my fingers and thinking about how good they tasted. God I loved the taste of my pussy. Well, l love the taste of just about every pussy but mine is special to me. I traced my wet fingers lightly around my nipples which were now so sensitive I could barely stand to touch them. They were poking out all hard, begging for more attention but then making me gasp when they got it.

By the time it was over I was left exhausted on the toilet seat, panting for breath with my head back against the wall behind me. Damn I needed that! As much as I loved being fucked, there was something about masturbating that just made it all the better. The knocking at the door resumed and I knew I had better get going before someone came with a key to see what was happening in here for so long. I rinsed my hands quickly and threw my dress back on. It was tempting to leave my thong off as I knew it was going to be drenched as soaked as my pussy was now but I put it on anyway as I had nowhere else to put it and I wasn’t about to throw it away.

When I looked into the mirror I could only shake my head. My hair was as best as I could do with just my hands and fingers to straighten it out. Why did I leave my purse home? My face was still deeply flushed and I realized I should have made him hang up my dress when he stripped it off of me instead of throwing it to the floor. Oh well, it was the best I could do under the circumstances. When I walked out there were several girls waiting for me and they all looked at me suspiciously. Odds were they could smell the sex on me as I worked my way past them in the narrow hallway. If there was one thing a girl can smell from a mile away and that’s another girl’s sex. My mother always knew from the instant I walked in from a date whether or not I’d been laid!