Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 43
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 43 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I was quiet when I got home, finding my parents sitting on the couch watching a movie. Mom seemed to notice immediately that something was wrong. She knew where I was going that night and what the plan was, so it probably wasn’t a great leap to guess things didn’t go well. She said she’d made an excuse to use the washroom and came by to check on me. I was on my bed, face buried in my pillow.
“Honey, what happened?” Mom asked, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.
I was trying hard not to cry, but tears were building in my eyes. “Val freaked out and kicked me out. Dale ... he ... he ... didn’t listen ... an-and ... fucked me without permission ... She thought I-I was trying to s-s-s-steal him.”
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry,” Mom said, trying to comfort me. “This isn’t your fault. Val’s just being irrational.”
It was nice to have Mom on my side, to know what I was doing, and not judge me for it. At that moment, I was upset, but talking to her helped. I leaped up and put my arms around her in a big hug. I felt her warmth flow through me, which stopped me from crying ... at least for now.
“Why don’t you go take a bath?” Mom suggested. “I’m assuming he...” she pointed between my legs and made a little explosion gesture with her fingers. I couldn’t help but smile. I knew what she meant; I nodded.
Mom continued, “ ... yeah. A bath will clean you right up and make you feel better. And, if you want to talk some more, I can stop by before going to bed.”
“Thanks, Mom, for understanding.”
Mom stood up and smiled, “I’ve been in your shoes a few times myself. I know how it feels. Now go on, get cleaned up.”
“What about Dad? Won’t he wonder why I’m in the tub?”
Mom shook her head, “Your father has a don’t ask, don’t tell policy with you now. He knows you’re sexually active. He’s choosing to ignore anything that might hint at what you’re doing, like when you had Brian here. It’s why I suggested that Brian be gone when we got back, so he didn’t have to think about it. So, don’t you worry about it.”
I got out of bed and hugged her again. “Thanks, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now get your little ass in the bath,” Mom repeated, giving my little ass a light spank.
I put the plug in the drain and filled the tub with hot water, watching it slowly fill. Just for fun, I added a capful of Mom’s strawberry-scented bubble bath that I gave her for her birthday a few months back. I was never much of a bath person, except when I was little. Something about soaking in hot water made me think I was sitting in a pot of Jane soup. It weirded me out.
I stripped down to my birthday suit and couldn’t help checking myself in the rapidly fogging mirror. My eyes were red and a little puffy, and my hair was messy. The rest of me looked pretty normal. I usually look worn after sex - worse if Tucker’s involved. I spread my legs, pulled on my pussy lips, and saw a glob of Dale’s cum. I didn’t want it in the tub with me, so I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped as much of it away as I could, then dropped the used wad in the toilet.
I put one foot into the hot water, then the other. I lowered myself down until everything was submerged, though my knees occasionally stuck out. I let my head rest on the lip of the tub and let the heat soak into me. Mom was right, it did feel good. I could feel some of my tension melting away in a sea of warm water and soapy strawberry bubbles. Maybe I had misjudged baths all this time. I opened my legs, hoping the water would enter me and wash out any traces of Dale’s foul fluids from my body. Realistically, though, I knew that wasn’t how it worked, but I wished it could. At least I didn’t have to worry about having Dale’s kid. I’d rather have Tucker’s demon spawn burst from my vagina than that prick’s.
I was feeling so relaxed, I had to fight the urge to fall asleep. I had to shake my head or splash my face with water to keep from nodding off. A small worry that flashed into my head was drowning. I considered the embarrassing death notice if I drowned in my own tub. ’She was found naked and relaxed’ was a sentence that ran through my head, making me chuckle. I was starting to feel better when a sound brought me from my dream-like world.
buzz buzz ... buzz buzz
My phone, and I had a sneaking suspicion who it was. I didn’t want to answer it, trying to ignore its incessant vibrations on the bathroom counter. I was trying to forget this night had ever happened, and I didn’t need someone to remind me. I let it go on.
buzz buzz ... buzz buzzbuzz buzz ... buzz buzz
“Just ignore it, and it will go away,” I whispered to myself.
buzz buzz ... buzz buzzbuzz buzz ... buzz buzz
“You don’t need to hear it from her right now. You don’t need that shit,” I muttered.
buzz buzz ... buzz buzzbuzz buzz ... buzz buzz
“Please take the hint. I’ll call you tomorrow or something.”
buzz buzz.
Then it stopped. I held my breath, waiting ... wondering if that was it. It seemed to be. I exhaled, knowing I’d only kicked the can down the road for the night, but I needed this night for me. I needed to recover mentally. I needed...
Bliep
My heart sank. It was my voicemail notification. I assumed it was Becca, and it would be a very unpleasant message. I doubted she had my back on this. Val talked to her first, which set the narrative. Also, the two of them were a lot closer since I drifted away when they all started dating boys. Since I was so shy and anxious, I didn’t have much to talk about like they did. When they did drag me on group dates with someone, I usually sat quietly while everyone else talked. The guy they brought for me would ramble about video games or whatever, which at least allowed me to listen.
Since then, it’s been the two of them with me tagging along. Then this summer happened, and I was distracted by everything I was going through, so I didn’t see them as often. I was becoming the outsider in my own group of friends. Tonight’s incident surely didn’t help matters. I felt stressed again.
The bubbles and their strawberry scent no longer worked. I kept glancing over at my phone on the counter, like it would start screaming the message loudly at any second. The peace and tranquility that I wanted, even for just a few moments, had now ended. Knowing that the message was waiting for me felt like a knife was dangling over me on a fraying rope, and could snap at any moment.
My bath was ruined. I stood up, water rushing off me, and pulled the plug on the drain. The water and bubbles swirled down and away, matching exactly how I felt. Wrapping a towel around myself to keep from drenching the floor, I climbed out of the tub and picked up my phone.
1 Missed Call; 1 Voice Mail – Of course, the number was Becca’s.
Deciding my night was fully ruined, I dried off, put on my clothes, and went to my room to listen to the message. Unlocking my phone with a few swipes, I sat on my bed and clicked play voice mail.
“Jane, it’s Becca. What the hell? What were you thinking? I’ve got Val screaming in my ear that you tried to steal Dale from her. Don’t you have any boundaries anymore? I get that you’re a slut or whatever now, but shit, bitch! Val dumped Dale and never wants to talk to you again. I don’t wanna be stuck in the middle of this. Figure your shit out, ok? Bye.”
I slumped forward as my phone slipped from my fingers onto the floor. I held my head in my hands, feeling the wetness of my hair through my fingers. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw things around my room, breaking everything I could get my hands on. I wanted to punch Dale in the face, and then in the crotch. But most of all, I wanted all of this to just go away.
I fell over onto my bed and curled up into a ball. I left my phone on the floor and quietly sobbed into my hands. I must have stayed like that for a while, not moving or changing out of my clothes. I didn’t even notice that Mom came in till I felt her hand on my shoulder.
“Looks like the tub didn’t help,” Mom said, sitting on the bed next to me. I looked up and saw her wearing her purple silk nightgown. I didn’t realize I’d been crying on my bed for a couple of hours.
I wiped my eyes on my sleeves and sat up, my back hurt from being curled up for so long. I didn’t say anything, my arms embraced my mom, and I pressed my face into her chest. It made me feel better.
“She hates me,” I sobbed, “They both do.”
I felt Mom’s hands rest behind my head. “Val doesn’t hate you, honey. She just needs time to cool off.”
“Becca hates me, too,” I whined.
“Now why would Becca hate you? She wasn’t there was she?”
“No. It was her idea though, this whole thing. Here, listen.” I bent over and picked my phone off the floor, entered my voice mail and handed Mom my phone. She lifted the phone to her ear and listened to Becca’s message, then handed me back my phone.
“OK, maybe she just needs to hear your side of things,” Mom rationalized. She was probably right. I was just too upset to listen.
“Mom, what am I going to do?”
Mom patted my head, which calmed me down. “Honey, just give them a few days. You guys always have these little fights and make up in a day or two. Remember how upset you were when Becca started dating that boy you liked? That was the end then too. Just get some rest and you’ll feel better in the morning.”
I wiped my eyes again, “But I’m not really that tired.”
Mom leaned into me and whispered, “Then why don’t you go up and visit Brad. I’m sure he’ll tire you out.”
I pulled away shocked. Mom gave me a smirking grin. “MoooOom!”
“What dear? I’m just saying it might help.”
I gave her a playful bump on her shoulder. “I think I’ve done enough of that today. Not really in the mood. Besides, I’m a mess. I don’t want him seeing me this way.”
“Honey, I think that man would like seeing you in any way. Besides, you might be a mess, but you’re still a hot mess.” Mom then gave me a little tap back.
“Thanks, Mom. You aren’t so bad yourself.”
“Alright, I’m going to go to bed,” Mom said standing up. “No matter what, this isn’t the end of the world.”
“You’re right. Mom, I love you.”
Mom smiled, “Your old Mom’s right about a lot of things, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“You were right about how nice it is to share things and be open with each other. I’m glad we’re friends.” I reached out to take her hand.
Mom gave it a squeeze. “Me too, honey. Me too. Sleep well, ok?”
Mom leaned down to kiss my head. At the last second, I lifted my chin up and pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t recoil or flinch, the kiss just lingered longer than her goodnight kiss normal lasted. When she pulled away and stood back up, she had a funny little smile on her face, but didn’t say anything about it.
“Goodnight, Jane,” she said walking to my door.
“Goodnight, Mom,” I replied. As she left my room, I swear her hips swayed more than usual. I hope my ass looks that good when I get to her age. It was the last thing I saw as she shut the door behind her.
When I arrived at work on Friday afternoon, I decided to push all of my Val and Becca problems aside. I wanted to work to take my mind off things, to have a break from the recent drama. Of course, in the recent chaos I’d forgotten about the issues on the work front. It all flooded back when I walked in the door and saw Jeanette standing behind the counter.
“Hey, Jane,” she smiled warmly. “I’m covering Denise’s morning shift, so you’re closing with-”
“Me, blondie.” A familiar voice came from the back room and the busty and beautiful dark-skinned Jada stood smiling at me. “Hope you aren’t too disappointed. Crystal made me a keyholder! I get more hours now.”
“Congrats! And of course not. We’ll have some fun tonight,” I replied. Jada and I had buried the hatchet after our initial hostilities. I wouldn’t say we were friends or anything, but it was significantly better than it was.
“Damn right, girl!” she laughed. “We’re gonna sell this place empty to-night!”
I giggled. She was in good spirits which was definitely a positive since we’d be spending the next several hours together. I was curious about Denise though. In all the hubbub with Val and Dale yesterday, I’d forgotten that Crystal was going ask Jeanette about what had happened with Tucker. As I went to hang up my purse in the office, it seemed Jeanette was just as interested to tell me.
“Jane! What exactly is going on with Denise?” she asked excitedly, blocking me from leaving the office.
“I-uh, don’t know what you mean,” I replied guiltily.
“Puh-lease,” the bleached blonde said exaggeratingly. “Yesterday, Crystal started asking about what happened the other day with that guy and Denise, when she freaked out. The questions were about you and if you were the one yelling and screaming; I said, no, like Jane was just doing her job when Denise lost it. She asked if I could open today instead of close. I’ve been dying to know what’s going on.”
I looked at her and said honestly, “I don’t really know. What I do know was Denise told Crystal I was the one freaking out and yelling, which led to some customer complaints. She wanted to write me up for it. I told Crystal my side and asked her to talk to you to prove I wasn’t the one doing it.”
Jeanette said, “Don’t worry, I had your back.”
“Thanks. Beyond that, I have no idea. I didn’t even know the shifts had been switched till I got in.”
“Crazy. Figured you’d know all the hot gossip. Too bad. I was looking forward to working with you tonight.” Jeanette then reached out and booped my nose.
“What was that for?” I asked.
Jeanette just grinned, “Don’t know, but I felt like doing it. Come on, let’s go sell some stuff.”
The night was steady, with the three of us helping people non-stop till it was time for Jeanette to clock-out. She said goodbye and that she’d see me on Sunday for my next shift. With that, it was just down to Jada and me; things didn’t slow down. It was just busy, nothing of note happened besides selling a bunch of stuff.
Jada and I had a friendly competition on who could sell more before the end of the night. When the doors were locked, and the gate was pulled out, I had won by just under fifty dollars. We each sold over four thousand; a very good night. I knew my next paycheck would be very good as well, which made me feel pretty good about myself.
I was in the middle of cleaning up the store, and Jada was counting the tills, when there was a noise at the door. Both of us ignored it at first, assuming it was someone not realizing the store was closed. That happened a lot. It was when we heard keys in the door and the door open that we both turned to look. Crystal walked around the corner of the gate.
“Hi, girls, how was your night?”
“Real good, Crystal. What’s up?” Jada sounded just as confused as I was.
Crystal smiled warmly, her copper hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights. “Not much, I was in the area and thought I’d stop in.”
“Oh ok...” Jada replied and returned to her counting.
I kept tidying up, my eyes flicking back to Crystal who wandered lackadaisically around the store. She seemed to poke around, occasionally fixing the odd rack or table display. I caught Jada’s eye at one point. She looked at me questioningly, and I silently replied with a slight shoulder raise saying ’I don’t know either’.
Crystal was dressed like she’d been on a date. Her hair looked like it had been crimped and extra volume added. She wore a sleek little black dress with a plunging neckline. I could see a good deal how low her freckles went. The dress was much smaller than anything she’d worn at the store before. It looked like she’d been poured into it. She completed the ensemble with a sexy pair of open-toed, mirror finished, black, six-inch heels. Whoever it was she was trying to impress, I couldn’t imagine it not working.
It was a little unnerving with Crystal hovering around the store while we closed. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to talk to me, Jada, or was just really bored. Maybe she was meeting her date a little later and was just killing time. She wasn’t giving any hints, that’s for sure.
“Alright, I’m done. What about you, blondie?” said Jada looking at me as I double checked the store.
“Store’s looking good,” I replied, casting another look at Crystal. She seemed to be busy inspecting a shelf bracket for a display. I was starting to wonder if she was high or something.
Jada looked at me curiously again, then said, “I guess it’s time we go home.”
Crystal’s head shot straight up, like she was suddenly awake. “Thank you girls. Great night. Jada, I’m going to lock up. I need to talk to Jane for a few minutes.”
“Oh ... alright.” Jada shot me a look that seemed somewhere between ‘be careful’ and ‘what the fuck’.
I shook my head to say I had no idea what was going on. Jada walked to the back, grabbed her things, and headed to the door. She stopped on her way past to say, “You did good today, blondie. Hopefully I’ll work with you again soon.”
“Me too; night, Jada.” With that, Jada disappeared around the gate, the door opened, and then the sound of keys and the lock snapping shut.
Crystal turned toward me, her face serious. “I need to talk to you. It’s about Denise.”
“Oooh ... ok,” I replied cautiously.
Crystal silently strolled over to the counter, turned around, and sat her butt down between the two terminals. I couldn’t tell if she was being playful, serious, or what ... I just walked in front of her, my arms crossed over my chest nervously.
Crystal looked at me, her emerald eyes staring through me. “You probably already know I talked to Jeanette. I’m sure she mentioned it when you came in. She told me the same story you did, by the way. It left me in a bit of a dilemma though ... what to do with Denise...”
“I hope you didn’t-” I tried to say but Crystal shook her head.
“No no, she’s my best friend. I couldn’t fire her. She’s stuck by me through so much, and I’m not about to throw that away...”
I looked down at my feet, “Do-does that mean you’re going to fire me?”
“Ha! Fire you? Why would I do that? You’ve been a great hire and have done better quicker than even I thought possible. No, I’m not going to fire you, Jane. I gave Denise the rest of the week off to think about things, then the three of us will sit down and talk it out. That’s how grown-ups handle things,” she replied professionally. I looked back up from examining my own shoes. She was smiling.
“Well, that’s a relief,” I said, letting out a big breath of air I’d been holding in. “Why so mysterious then?”
Crystal’s smile got wider, “So, I could get rid of Jada.” Crystal’s legs slowly spread open on the counter, showing she wore nothing underneath.
I stepped forward, a large smile appeared on my face. I realized this was more of a pleasure, than a business meeting. I was down for that. I placed my hands on the inside of her knees and moved them forward toward her promised land of milk and honey. Just as I was about to reach her creamy center, she snapped her legs shut on my hands.
“NAH ah ah!” she said playfully, wagging her finger at me. “That’s for my date...”
“Oh...” I said feeling disappointed. I withdrew my hands from between her soft thighs. I really could have used a bit of fun after yesterday’s disaster. “I guess I’ll get my stuff then.”
I turned to walk toward the backroom, when I heard the thump of Crystal’s shoes hitting the floor behind me. I was about to turn around when a pair of hands wrapped tightly around me. One groped my breast while the other ventured up my skirt. I felt a pair of lips next to my ear, a soft, sultry voice whispered, “You’re my date ... and I’m taking you home.”
A finger stroked my pantied crotch. I croaked out, “Are you teasing me?” My cheek nuzzled her lips.
“Teasing you, yes. Taking you home, also yes.” As she spoke, my legs went rubbery. She had to hold me up. I was hers. “Get your stuff, Jane. Let’s go.”
She let go, and I stumbled forward. I was already breathing hard, my panties soaked. When I grabbed my purse I saw my phone and knew I needed to do something first.
“I’m sorry, Crystal ... I have to call my Mom.”
Crystal looked incredulous, “Your Mom? Really?”
I nodded toward the door and Crystal locked the gate, and set the alarm. I was already dialing when we stepped out into the night air. Mom picked up.
“Hi honey, what’s up?” Mom asked.
“Hi Mom, I’m just letting you know I won’t be home tonight ... I’m spending it at Crystal’s.”
I watched Crystal’s head turn slowly toward me, her face a mix of shock and concern. Her large eyes twinkled from the light of the street lamps. I simply smiled reassuringly.
Mom replied, “Oh ok, Jane. Have fun at Val’s. Don’t let her keep you up too late.”
From her reply, I knew Dad was around. She was covering for me again. She’s the best. I knew I had to do something to thank her for all this, and I had a pretty good idea how.
“Thanks, Mom, you’re the best. Love you.”
“Love you too. Night.”
The call ended. Crystal looked at me with growing worry.
“Shall we go?” I said cheerfully.
“What just happened?”
“Mom and I have an agreement of open and honest trust. I was hesitant at first, but it’s really paying off. I’ll tell you about it in the car.”
“I look forward to hearing this...”
We zipped along the city streets in Crystal’s little red sports car. I had never been to Crystal’s, and I was curious to actually see the place. As I talked about my new open relationship with my mother, I couldn’t believe I was actually going to be spending the night with Crystal. I knew this was going to be wild.
“ ... and you told her that?!” Crystal nearly swerved off the road when I told her Mom knew about Tucker taking me to the truck stop.
“Of course. She doesn’t judge me. She had a pretty wild life growing up,” I tried to explain without going into detail, knowing it wasn’t my story to tell.
Crystal shook her head, “Must be nice. My parents were a lot less understanding of my choices. Even after I quit and made all that money, I’m essentially cut out of their lives.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Crystal brushed it off. “I am who I am. I’ve done well for myself, even if it started ... well, you know the story.”
“Yeah.”
“Besides... “ Crystal said, snapping back to being enthusiastic, “ ... it’s let me meet cool, fun people like you.”
Crystal rested her hand on my knee, moving around and up and down my leg and thigh. I was so turned on, I hoped we’d get to her place soon. The buildings around us got taller as we entered the well-off part of the city. It was twenty to thirty story buildings for millionaires. I kind of wondered why Brad didn’t live here, since he was apparently such a big shot at the bank. From how he talked, he could easily afford a place down here.
“How come you’re so dressed up?” I asked, looking to change the subject.
She glanced over at me, “Honestly? I did have a date, but it was a bust.”
“Oh...” I felt a little foolish, realizing I was a backup booty-call.
“Oh wait, no ... don’t take it like that,” Crystal said, picking up my disappointment. “I’ve wanted to bring you home for a while, this just freed me up. I want to show you what I can do with enough time. And Jane, we’ve got all night.”
I smiled at her, “Mom said not to keep me up all night.”
Crystal’s hand went up my skirt and rubbed the front of my panties. “Well, Mom’s not here,” she said slyly. “You think two guys at once is fun? Wait till you’ve had me all night. We’re gonna ... Soak. The. Bed.”
“That’s a bold claim,” I said teasingly. “I don’t think you can keep it up that long. You are getting older. Ouch!”
She dug a fingernail into my leg. “I’ll show you, kid. I might have to spank you for that.”
“Is that a promise?”
“It’s a guarantee.”
We pulled into an underground parking garage under a large tower. The large, heavy metal security door opened automatically as Crystal’s car approached and we drove right in. The cars in there were all high-end brands that I knew; not that I could actually identify the models or anything. She pulled into a parking spot and turned off the engine.
“We’re here,” she said cheerfully, pulling her hand out from under my skirt. I wanted her to keep it there, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t be gone very long.
We walked a short distance to an elevator. I followed behind Crystal like a lost puppy. We got in, and she tapped a card on a little black panel that turned green. I felt the elevator rise and Crystal’s hand on my ass. I reached over and squeezed one of her cheeks under her very short dress.
“Mmmm ... careful now. Security’s watching,” she teased and pointed to a small black dome. “Unless you want them to watch...”
I looked up where she pointed and smiled, my hand moving from her ass to her front. One finger slipped along her slick slit. I leaned in and kissed her hard, then quickly pulled away. “Do you think I care?” I replied boldly, licking the finger that had been inside her.
She stopped and looked right at me, “I don’t think you do. A shame we’re already here.”
The elevator doors opened and we stepped out. I expected to see a hallway with a series of doors, instead there was just one set of white double doors. She tapped her card on another black pad and there was a click. Crystal turned the handle and the door opened.
“Welcome to my place,” said Crystal with a grin. With a yank, she pulled me inside and slammed the door shut by pushing me against it. Her lips met might and our tongues hungrily sought out each other’s. The place was dark. I couldn’t see anything in front of me, not even Crystal. My hands knew their way around Crystal though, and her hands found their way under my skirt again. I moaned, as she slipped her hand down into my panties and stroked my clit.
“Aaaahahaaaa,” I cried out when her lips kissed down my neck, sending icy-hot shivers down my spine.
“You’re good and wet,” Crystal said sexily in the dark. “Should we go to my bedroom or just fuck wherever we end up?”
“I can’t even see anything,” I said between moans.
“Mmmm, then let me help you.”
One hand left my body and the next thing I knew, my eyes hurt from the bright lights around me. It took a second to adjust. When they did, I found we were standing in a large living room that was almost the size of my parents’ whole condo. I couldn’t help but look around, my interest was pulled away temporarily.
“Wow, this place is amazing!” I said, my eyes scanning around. There appeared to be floor to ceiling windows, hardwood floors, comfy looking chairs around a gas fireplace, and a massive TV on the wall. That was just what I could see from where I was standing.
“Thanks,” Crystal said, her hand centering my face back to hers. “I’ll give you the tour ... starting with the bedroom.”
Crystal walked in front of me, pulling me along with two hands. I couldn’t help gawking at her huge place, wanting to stop and look at stuff. She led me down a corridor, and we passed several large paintings on the walls. A few looked like nudes. I thought one might be of Crystal herself, but I was pulled away before getting to inspect it.
There were two large doors at the end of this corridor and Crystal pushed me through one. She held me up against a wall, her mouth tracing down my neck. She flicked on the lights and I found myself in her huge bedroom. There was a large, four-post bed in the center with shiny, dark sheets. I wanted to look at more, but the hand in my panties was a big distraction. She spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. The sheets were satin, and cool to the touch.
“Naughty, Jane. I wanna play but you want to snoop,” Crystal said with a pouty face. “Maybe I need to keep you from running off.”
She winked, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it off. Next came my skirt, which found its way onto her floor. I was left wearing my bra and panties I’d bought specifically for work. Crystal grinned looking at me. She looked hungry, and I knew I was about to be eaten.
“I’ll get you new ones,” Crystal said. Then I felt a tug and heard a rip; she’d torn my panties off. With how fast I was going through those things, I was glad I worked where I did. My bra was cut off and pulled off my body. I lay naked at the foot of her bed, and I felt that little rush of fear and excitement again.