In the bathroom, Samantha blinked the tears out of her eyes.
Her penis was still ragingly hard, arousal quivering throughout her body. She could feel it in her chest and down her legs, a vibration in her bones. Her erection was throbbing and twitching on its own, so hard she could feel every part of it.
She worked her feet out of her boxers and panties. The waistband of her skirt was difficult to maneuver over her erection, but that she took off as well, then sat her bare bottom down on the floor on the clothes.
Even just the impact of her backside on the floor was like striking a tuning fork, her whole body stirring up with need. She had to catch herself from grabbing her erection. If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to peel her hand off again.
Hurrying, she grabbed her emergency lube from her purse and a few fistfuls of toilet paper. She drew a circle on her palm with the lube.
Henry was still downstairs. If he could see her now, would he feel violated to know what she was going to do while thinking about him, and thinking about doing very intimate and raunchy things with him?
Flashes of him were still invading her mind, of him naked, shirtless, hard, on top of her or under her as she lay on top of him, and now she didn’t flinch away from those thoughts.
Slowly, she touched her shaft, then gasped as all of that build-up was released in a burst of pleasure.
Her penis screamed for more. Hard as a rock was no exaggeration.
She put her other hand under her testicles, and the pleasure intensified. They were so heavy. Six hours since her last orgasm and she could feel it in them.
She moaned on her first stroke upward, covering her penis with the lube.
Images of Henry, her love, blazed across in her mind. She could study what she saw, what she imagined his body to look like under his clothes, the details of his face that she knew so well.
Her heart thumped in her chest, and she began jerking off.
She forced herself to hold back a moan for what the people outside might hear.
Her nipples were like glass against her bra.
It felt as though her penis was trying to bulge out of itself it was so hard.
She thought about Henry. Him looking at her cleavage, the look in his eyes.
She thought about him with his shirt off. His smile, his hair, the way he looked when he was happy.
The sound of the lube around her penis, her ragged breaths and restrained moans made a lot of noise in the bathroom as she jerked herself harder and harder, falling into her fantasies.
In her mind, Henry pressed his lips against hers. She took his hand, and he lead them to the bed. They were in his real bedroom, not a fantasy bedroom.
Her body was getting ready for sex.
Henry’s lips were against hers and she kissed him back.
They wore only their boxers, and he was erect in his, as was she. Her tits brushed against his chest as they kisses, and as she pulled him closer, getting too eager, their erections touched as well. Henry looked at her, and he nodded yes.
She lay down the bed and Henry took hold of her boxers. She was eager in how she lifted up her rear end up, and slowly, Henry pulled them off. Her erection stood over her pelvis, revealing itself to him.
He took off his boxers and his own erection stood before him too.
Hesitantly, he climbed on top of her as she needily spread her legs apart. She wasn’t as nervous in her fantasy. There was only the sense that this was the right thing to do.
He leant down and kissed her, and she greedily kissed back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down to her.
His erection brushed hers.
He began to hold her too as they kissed.
She jacked herself off even harder in the bathroom, the arousal claiming her and moans escaping her as the thrum of her sexual arousal crept all the way down her arms and legs to her finger and toes.
In her fantasy, Henry looked down at her.
He was ready too.
They embraced, their bodies coming together, his chest against her breasts as he kissed her cheek. She moaned for him and held him closer, suddenly feeling a little nervous, somehow, as happy as she felt.
Their legs intertwined, and slowly, Henry began to hump her pelvis, their penises side by side, touching each other.
The rush of pleasure forced her to tangle her legs tighter around his for how good it felt, and he was reacting the same way, staggering in how he humped her.
It being a fantasy, she imagined a ribbon tied around their two erections, holding them together.
In the back of her mind, Samantha knew this could happen in real life. The two of them, having known each other since they’d been a boy and a girl could end up like this together as a man and a woman.
He moaned against her ear and she bucked her hips up into him, trying to get more out of him and asking for more.
‘I love you,’ she said, and he said it back.
He sped up his humping, and she screamed. She grabbed his butt cheek with one hand. Her legs strained around his, and she gasped for more. She wanted him to speed up even more. It felt that good from him.