That evening Andra sat in her room thinking about how her day had been. All she could think about was Bethany's body, and how breath taking it had been. She had found it funny when she had said take a picture. If only Bethany knew what a treat that would have been for her.
Her hand slid down her body coming to rest atop her crotch feeling a slight wetness. Yep Bethany was a damn cutie sent from above to torment her; the tension in her body still evident to her. She was still turned on by the events that had transpired.
Thinking back she recalled what had happened. Basketball, two teams, they had been winning. Andra had become cocky, paying more attention to Bethany then the game. She had been drawn to her body, to her chest, to her glorious female breasts.
She had started to watch them as they moved, her bra desperately trying to hold all her womanly flesh in place. Andra speculated her breasts were at least D's if not larger. With each lunge and jump her tits would bounce around before falling back into place.
It was then that had distracted her so much, to watch her female body so close in front of her. Bounce and move before her, as she stepped forward to take her shot, she tripped on her own feet, plowing right into Bethany.
While Andra had been remembering the past 12 hours her hand had started to rub her crotch, causing her to just become wetter. When she looked she noticed a more defined patch of juices calling to her, asking her to masturbate. She stood long enough to pull her pants off and lock her door, before flopping back onto her bed.
She gently rubbed herself concentrating on her pleasure. She pinched her clit, rolling it between her fingers, creating a warm friction that caused her to moan softly. With her free hand she had pulled her shirt up and was playing with her nipples, squeezing and rolling them into hard nubs of skin.
As she continued to play with her clit she broadened her movement to around her nipples. Playing with her areoles, which were about an inch in diameter around her nipple. She had always had small areoles, and sensitive nipples. She then moved on to messaging and kneading her breasts, causing involuntary moans of pleasure.
Soon she could feel warmth radiating from her vaginal opening, asking to be filled, to be played with. She slid the hand that had been playing with her clit just a little but further down to her opening, slowly sliding one finger in, holding it in a hooked position so she would hit her own g-spot.
She gasped her vaginal walls gripping her finger, pulling at her, trying get her fingers deeper inside. She straightened her finger enough to pull out before plunging back in. She kept contact with her g-spot, moaning in pleasure. As her rhythm started to become steady she slid in a second finger. Her walls stretched slightly, after gripping one finger so long, before tightening around her fingers.
