This morning I noticed Logan forgot to take his laptop. Being a little bored, I opened it up. I went to his most recent bookmark. The screen opened to a picture of a beautiful young black woman looking at her laptop and apparently masturbating. What was so strange about the picture was that the laptop was the exact same kind of laptop as Logan’s. Maybe it even was Logan’s. What was even stranger was that the only thing the woman was wearing was a gauzy button up blouse, though in the picture it was unbuttoned. What’s strange is that I have the exact same blouse. Could it be my blouse? I went to the closet and I didn’t see it. So strange. But then I saw it in a different place in the closet. Strange. I took it off the hanger and put it on. I didn’t button it because I was sure it wouldn’t fit over my baby belly. I put Logan’s laptop on the floor and sat crosslegged in front of it and looked at the picture of the young woman masturbating and I started masturbating too. I imagined it was my fingers playing with her pussy and her nipples. I imagined it was her fingers playing with my pussy and my nipples. I came like fuck.

I closed the laptop and had a glass of orange juice and thought about calling Logan and asking him about the laptop and my semi-transparent blouse and the girl. But then instead I went back to the floor and opened the laptop and a few minutes later I came like fuck.