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DeaDraft 07
🕑 Added 2024-12-07 19:48:24 +0000 UTCJust the first two paragraphs of the upcoming DeaDia chapter. I'm still working on it, but work has been slow due to a lot of other distractions. Any comments are ofcourse more than welcome. Also, this is just a draft, things will change before the release of the full chapter.
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“Ember?”
Shit! Ember withdrew her hands from her pussy. A feeling of empty yearning, where just a second before there had been pleasure. She threw off her headphones and slammed her laptop closed.
She had totally forgotten about Linda and their appointment to go shopping. She scrambled around the little room. Where had she left her underwear? Then she remembered how she had kicked off her yoga pants and panties in the living room and had walked to her study dressed like Donald Duck. She looked around, was there anything in here she could use to cover herself? Nothing. She pulled on her tight sports shirt, it went down just low enough in front to cover her crotch. She could feel it creep up, leaving her bum uncovered. Right now, she couldn’t do anything to prevent showing her butt. She put her head around the door. No Linda in the living room. She must still be in the small hallway. Quickly, Ember opened the door and padded towards the couch where she had left her clothes.
“There you are!” The raven haired head of Ember’s best friend peeked around the door.
“Linda! I was just about to take a shower!” Ember answered. Frantically, she tried to pull down her shirt so she wouldn’t flash her friend.
“You always get naked in the living room?” Linda wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“I forgot you were coming over.” Which was the truth. Quickly, she walked to her bedroom, trying to keep the couch in between Linda and herself as much as possible. No need to keep flashing her friend. “Sit. Grab a drink, I’ll go shower and then we can go shopping.” She closed the door behind her. Leaned her head against the wood. That was close. What if Linda had been quieter? Would she have caught Ember with four fingers inside her pussy?
Suddenly, the brunette once again became aware of the aching feeling inside her pussy. The missed orgasms, the delayed pleasure. She could bring herself to orgasm here, just do it quickly, quietly. Like she used to do while Linda and her shared a dorm room. Then she regained her wits. No time, Linda expected her. She grabbed some clothes, luckily she could get to her bathroom through the bedroom. She didn’t need to cross the living room again. The warm water washed away her sheen of sweat. Normally she would be sweaty from working out, but today she was sure it was from masturbating to the edge of cumming so many times. Her soapy hands felt her curves. For a little bit they stopped to cup her breasts. Went down over her tummy to her pussy. Down between her legs, soaping her lips. A finger in between them, just softly touching her clit. No! She couldn’t masturbate now. Linda was waiting for her. Quickly she continued washing herself, soap, rinse with water, dry. She couldn’t trust herself, if she’d pause a little bit, she knew she would start playing with herself again.
