Everyone in the following story is 18 years or older, and partaking in all of the events of their own free will.
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Life had changed. Irreversibly. After my first orgasm, something had unlocked in my brain. Now that this was an option, I didn't want to do anything else. We came 4 times that night. Each one as amazing as the last. I was splayed out on my couch, Gwen in the recliner beside me. We were both panting from the effort. Gwen broke the silence with a sigh.
"You're such a natural at this. Honestly, when we started, I thought you'd curl up in a ball and throw up out of nerves."
"I WAS nervous! But I guess... I don't know, I guess I just really needed it," I said.
"Really needed it," Gwen added.
"Really REALLY needed it," I added, with a laugh.
"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" Gwen said. "And yes, to answer your next question, we can ABSOLUTELY do this again."
"Oh thank goodness! I didn't know how to ask."
"But remember, you're doing this for YOU now. You don't need me, you don't need whats-his-face-dickhead-ex who shall forever remain nameless because I hate him. I want you to focus on you! Whatever makes you cum the hardest, fastest, and as many times as you can stand!"
"Deal!" I said with gusto!
Gwen got up and began to get dressed.
"Now, my least favorite part of the day, I have to get dressed. Because there are Cameras in the hallway."
"If there weren't cameras you would just go naked?"
"Nikki honey, if I could, I'd go everywhere naked. Bank, groceries, work, you name it."
"Oh my gosh, I can't even imagine something like that. That's crazy! I wish I could be as brave as you."
"One step at a time, girl. One step at a time." Gwen picked up her bag and made for the door.
"Wait, your box of... Uh... Toys. You almost forgot."
"Nah, those are all yours now, honey. I got plenty more where that came from. Think of it as a collection starter." Gwen opened the fridge on her way out, grabbed a Gatorade, and threw it to me.
"Make sure to stay hydrated!"
The door closed behind her, and silence filled the room. The sound of our moans, giggles, and orgasms were still ringing in my head.
As I sipped the Gatorade, I couldn't help but feel a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. Gwen's confidence and openness about her sexuality were inspiring, and I wanted to embrace that same boldness. The idea of exploring my newfound pleasure alone was both thrilling and a little intimidating.
After a few minutes, I gathered the toys Gwen had left for me and carried them to my bedroom. I marveled at the array of shapes, sizes, and colors. Each one seemed to hold a promise of new sensations. New experiences. I wanted them all, but I was also exhausted. Coming down from the euphoric glow of a multiorgasmic day, I decided that there was plenty more time tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. I slid into my pajamas and fell into bed.
I thought sleep would come quickly, but there was something wrong. Something different. This was the first time I'd put a stitch of clothing on in about 4 hours. These PJs, while normally very comfortable, now felt... Constricting. I could feel the fabric around my neck. The legs of the pants twisting around together. Was it hot in here? It feels like it's hot in here. Why is everything so itchy? It isn't normally itchy.
I tossed and turned for an hour or so. These were usually the comfiest clothes I had in the entire apartment, but compared to being naked? It was like wearing a burlap sack to bed. I kicked them off under the covers and pulled the shirt up and over my head, flashing back to earlier tonight with Gwen.
SO much better. The sheets, cool against my skin. My bed was like sleeping on frosting. Step one, Gwen had said, everything is better naked. Everything. She was right, yet again. I was asleep in seconds.
As I drifted into sleep, my mind was a swirl of new sensations and possibilities. The memories of the past days' experience were fresh and vivid, and I felt a strange excitement bubbling within me.
In my dream, I found myself standing in the middle of a bustling city square. The sun was warm on my skin, and the sky was a brilliant shade of blue. I looked down and realized, with a jolt, that I was completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing covered my body.
For a moment, panic surged through me. My heart raced, and I felt my cheeks flush with heat. People were all around me, going about their day, and I was exposed to all of them. But instead of the crippling embarrassment I expected, I felt something entirely different.
A sense of liberation washed over me. The air on my bare skin felt incredible, and the thrill of being naked in such a public place sent a rush of excitement through my body. I stood taller, shoulders back, and began to walk through the crowd.
The people around me seemed to take no notice, as if my nudity was the most natural thing in the world. As I moved through the square, I felt a growing warmth between my legs, a familiar ache of desire. My hands drifted to my breasts, my fingers teasing my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.
The dream took on a surreal quality as I continued to explore my body in public. Every touch, every caress heightened my arousal. The thrill of doing something so forbidden, so wildly inappropriate, was intoxicating. My hands slid lower, between my thighs, and I began to pleasure myself, right there in the open.
My breath came in short, sharp gasps, and I could feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure just within reach. The people around me continued to move about, oblivious to my actions. The idea that I could be so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so powerful, was exhilarating.
As my fingers moved faster, I felt the orgasm crash over me, intense and all-consuming. My legs trembled, and I cried out, the sound lost in the hustle and bustle of the city square. The pleasure was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and trembling.
In the aftermath, I stood there, panting, my body humming with satisfaction. I felt no shame, no embarrassment. Instead, I felt a deep, profound sense of joy and empowerment. This dream, this fantasy, was a reflection of everything I had discovered about myself.
As the dream began to fade, I held onto that feeling, that incredible sense of freedom and pleasure. When I woke, the memory of the dream was still vivid, my body tingling with residual arousal. I lay in bed for a few moments, savoring the sensations. I was wet. My pussy was on fire. I immediately plunged my fingers inside. Oh GOD it felt so good. I was frantic and fast. I was on the verge of orgasm the second I woke up, and I was ready for it. Fuck, I'm so close already, I can feel the orgasm start, approaching the peak of a hill on a roller coaster A few more thrusts, and I'll push myself over the edge, i was almost there.
