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Act normal, like nothing happened last night I nodded and straightened my spine. People hooked up casually all the time, although what we did last night doesn’t fall into the hook up category, we’d have had to go all the way for that to happen. And we didn’t.

Oh my God, despite the double orgasms last night that lulled me right to sleep with my wetness still coating my thighs and the taste of my musk lingering on my tongue, I couldn’t sit still this morning.

I’d never touched myself while someone watched, occasionally, when I flicked the bean for some much needed relief I stopped at one, I didn’t know I could do it and so soon, but last night with his eyes on my fingers between my parted thighs I couldn’t stop the feeling, the build of another orgasm in my core, and his voice when he said I want to watch you come again.

Fudge.

It was the hottest encounter of my life.

Better than sex even.

And all we did was kiss and I masturbated to completion with his directions of cour