[This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are purely coincidental]
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I'm Danielle, and I'm 19. but what I am about to tell you happened last year.
I felt hornier than I have ever felt as I laid on an old couch resting up after a breakup with my boyfriend. He was such a jerk. The pains were lost suddenly, and the pleasures of ditching his ass have really turned me on. I let my hands run up and down my stomach slowly, just enough to keep me going. My fingers beginning to push inside my pants, and slowly on the outside of my panties. I was so hot. So FUCKING hot. I could feel my hot juices thickening around the mound of my pussy, and I pulled one hand out and licked on my fingers. The sweet intoxicating smell drove me wild, and I craved more. More of myself maybe? Or another girl? So, I weighed my thoughts back and forth. I had never been with another girl before. Guys and cock was what I knew. Not to say I was a slut or anything, but I was told I gave the best head. I'm kind of proud of that in a weird way. I continued to lay back and stick a finger or two inside my now dripping cunt. I was boiling under pressure. My body felt like a time bomb ready to explode. A few more fingers. The feeling was intense. With one hand still massaging my sopping wet hole, my other slowly took off my clothes. Nobody was home, and won't be until later tonight. I lie completely naked except for my socks. I had no intentions of taking them off. My mind focused on my body. My left hand rubbed my nipples and cupped my small but perky tits. I need to be fucked BAD! Oh God! I could feel it. My right hand fingered my pussy faster and harder. The pressure was building. I must have screamed out so many different things, I didn't know for sure. "I'm coming, I'M COMING!" I shouted.
Suddenly, my best friend Kimmy opened the front door, and said "How did you know I was here? I didn't even knock." Then she turned around and saw me laying on my back naked, with my hands inside me. "Oh my gosh," was all she could utter out of her mouth.