Tonight was Cyn's first real party after breaking up with Will (real as in; real booze, real drugs, and real people sneaking into the pool to go skinny dipping). Cynthia was never one to do drugs but had a drink from time to time, and really enjoyed going to parties like these but, to be honest, things were always better with her boyfriend around. She had someone to dance with someone to sit and chat with, someone to make out with when she was in the mood. The party tonight was great, it was crazy fun, but as it got later Cyn noticed the crowd dwindling as couples disappeared into nooks, other rooms of the house, some even making their way upstairs to conceal their hormonal sex drives from the rest.
As partygoers paired off in what seemed like greater numbers than before, Cynthia checked her watch and decided 2:15AM was a plenty noble time to head out for the night.
Returning home, she made sure to close the door carefully so as not to wake anyone, not because she missed curfew, in fact she didn't have one, but just because as she came in she noticed her younger step sister, Raelynn, asleep on the couch under a quilt curled up in her boyfriend, Cooper's, arms. The two of them are so adorable together! It made her chuckle, quietly to herself, when she recalls all the times over the years that she's noticed Cooper get nervous around her or try to hide the fact that he can't help but ogle at Cyn's body. She never worried about him doing anything that might hurt her baby sister since she can see on his face and in his eyes how much he cares about his girl, but Cynthia can't honestly say she don't like the attention.
Tip-toeing to my room, I change out of my lace-up mini bodycon dress that I was secretly hoping would attract more than gawking stares from some classmates' boyfriends but none were brave enough or drunk enough to try anything more than gaze. I leave on the strapless bustier I wore underneath just in case and the matching silver lace panties because after having a few drinks I started feeling a tad warm, finishing just before turning the corner to drunkenness.
Despite the late hour and my heavy tired eyelids, I couldn't drift to sleep, though I want to so bad. She can feel the warm itch between her thighs, the one begging to be addressed; to be touched, refusing to allow her to sleep until it was taken care of. Cyn tossed and turned, squirming in her bed, resisting the urge to rub and fondle herself. After over forty minutes of weary consciousness, she gives in, slipping her fingers into her underwear.
Cynthia toggles her own clit for a few seconds before taking her hand out and rubbing over her pussy through her undies, her fingers moving more curiously amidst her covered lips as the warmth grew both inside her and radiated outwards. She felt the heat and in a flash, her second arm darts below the covers to help lower her undergarment to her knees to eliminate any material interference. The fluids coating her lips was somewhat sticky and temperate as she masturbated. Her middle finger took the maiden voyage into her sex, pushing in and out then in and out again, curling into a loose hook form as if it could already detect where she needed to be touched most! She slapped a hand over her mouth to cover the moans elicited by her touch, expecting them to soon grow louder as she zeros in on her g-spot.
Picking up the pace, Cyn inserts a second finger in her cunt and emits a drastic gasp! She's not watching what's happening under the blankets but her hand becomes a blurred image as it hurtles in and out of her soaked pussy! Hoping above all hopes that she wouldn't scream as she peaked, Cynthia took in a deep breath and the button she knew would send into orgasmic bliss!
Much to her surprise, there was no bliss to be found, only utter confusion and anxiousness for release! She pressed exactly where she knew X marked the spot over and over and over again to no avail, only to significantly increase her sensual need to orgasm! She frantically poked some more without much effort in denial of what she knew to be true; her arousal could not be tamed by simple masturbation...this was one of those situations that required outside help.
Once having swallowed that nasty truth pill, she weighed her two options; #1) make a late-night booty call and risk waking the parents then getting caught and possibly grounded for life. Her second option she knew would be much easier to acquire, more of a quick fix, if you will, though certain aspects of the idea made her cringe...
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Having thrown on her silk kimono type robe, Cyn sneaks her way down the hall and stands at the end where it opened into the living room, clutching the edge of the wall as if it might hold her back from the crazy idea in her head as she adored the snoozing young couple on the couch.
Cautiously she slid one socked foot after the other on the floor as she made her way across the room, mimicking a figure skater in a rink. She stood behind the furniture, lovingly staring, and feeling regret, tried to turn back to her room where she planned to dildo herself until her climax happened. A sudden throb from below reminded her of the urgency and, biting her lip, Cynthia reached down, covering her sister's boyfriend's mouth to muffle any potential screams, seeing his eyes pop open in seconds, motioning with her finger for Cooper to stay quiet and follow her.
Very carefully, he unwrapped his arms from around his beau, recovering her with a blanket flung over the back of the cushion to replace the warmth from his body, and stacked a few small pillows, slipping them under her head so that she wasn't awoken by a sudden head drop during his absence. Without a sound Coop obeyed his girlfriend's older sister's silent request and let her take him calmly by the hand and guide him to where he'd only imagined entering in his wildest 'it won't ever actually happen so why not dream about it' type dreams.
He was then told to sit on the edge of Cyn's bed and she sat not three feet away from him in a transparent orb chair hanging from the ceiling. Cooper opened his mouth to speak but, as stunned and confused as he felt, no words came out. That didn't seem to be a problem for her because she came right out and told him in a very hushed tone, "Okay, Coop so here's the situation; so I'm crazy horny right now and absolutely need to be screwed by a dick," at this point he opened his mouth again but Cynthia went on to say, "I know you've eyes for me since we met," softly shaking his head in protest, "don't lie Cooper. Besides, I find it kind of flattering,". This makes him blush and she smiles, sitting back in her swinging seat, her robe loosening some at the top and allowing him more of a peek at her borderline D cups. The growing lump in his pants unmistakable and Cyn told him, "Coop, I was hoping you could help me with a little problem I'm having tonight. Do you think that can happen?" He nods in response still star-struck that she needs him for something.
