All characters in this work are 18 or older.
Lana Storm 2020
I closed my laptop with a large sigh of relief. One research paper on the suborders of cetaceans; finished. My neck was stiff and my eyes bleary for the effort, but landing an A was crucial. Without that A my GPA drops and I lose my scholarship, and the last 3 years went down the drain. I was confident in my work, though. When I focused and put in the effort I got high marks, unfortunately I had a penchant for slacking off.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to dispel the haze, then stretched my arms above my head and arched my back. Sooo good. You know what else is so good, I thought to myself as I reopened my laptop.
The screen came to life and I peered at my bedroom door; closed, check. I contemplated getting up to lock it but ultimately blew it off.
I'll be quick
, I told myself. Besides, nobody would come in without knocking.
I launched the internet browser. Knowing exactly what I was after, it didn't take long before I had a screen-full of a gorgeous redhead tormenting her pussy with a Hitachi wand. A video I had seen enough times to know exactly when each of her seven orgasms would strike. It was the sounds I was in it for. Her low, almost growling moans, and the soul-deep cries every time she came always set me ablaze. It was a personal favorite and I had a well proven game plan: edging myself six times and finally climaxing with her for the seventh. I smiled to myself as I put in my earpods and slid my hand into my jeans.
With no panties to deal with I had easier access but it was still tight. No, too tight. Damn. I quickly set to unfastening the button of my pants. I slid the zipper down just as Red gave a long moan in my ear. My insides clenched and my eyes nearly rolled back. Nothing lit my fire like the sounds of a woman in the throes of passion.
I finally had the room for my fingers to reach and promptly started teasing my clit; rubbing in slow circles then swooping down to wet my fingertips before returning to circles. Red was making good time, already breathing hard and legs twitching for the second time. She reached a hand up and squeezed a breast, then began twisting and worrying at her large, pink nipple.
What a good idea, I thought, and slid my hand under my yellow hoodie. I sighed happily and scootched down in my chair a bit.
Red was quickly approaching her fourth orgasm. She chewed her bottom lip as her hips twitched. She moved her wand in a slow pattern; up and down and up and down as her labia glistened with her wetness. It was hypnotic.
It's been sooooo long, I whined to myself, reflecting on the last time I had my mouth on a pussy. Six unbearably long months. After splitting with my ex, my life began to crumble and I lost my job, my apartment, and most of my dignity as I moved back into my parents house. At least they lived in town so I didn't have to drop out, too. I figured school was my last chance to save my train wreck of a life and it--
A delightful cry through my headphones brought my attention back to the task at hand. My pace was a little too fast and I had to cool down before I came too soon. I abandoned my clit, instead plunging a pair of fingers between my slick lips to massage the walls of my pussy. The sounds she made had every muscle in my pelvis contracting while my clit screamed for more attention. I shuddered as the orgasm just barely missed me.
By Red's sixth climax, the seat of my jeans had a wet spot that I could feel against my ass and my legs were trembling with anticipation. Exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds. My fingers were barely moving now, just applying pressure, and my left hand was twisting and pulling at my diamond-hard nipples. I was so close to the edge it felt like I might cum just from listening to her.
As the final seconds were counting down, my hand left my tits and moved to my throat gently beginning to squeeze. This is it. Nothing can stop me now--
The knock on my door rang through the sounds of my porn and stole my attention. Fuck. In a panic I froze just as my orgasm hit. The waves that had been building for half an hour finally arrived to splash at my feet. No no no fuck! There was a release of pressure but the slight relief did nothing to satisfy my lust and I stifled a groan of disappointment and frustration.
"What!?" I snapped, slamming my laptop closed and fixing my disheveled clothes.
"Beth?" My sister's colorful head peeked into my room. I was still getting used to her dye job. She had always wanted colorful hair but our mother would never allow it, so when she turned eighteen she went and had it done. Carolyn saw the coast was clear, then swung the door open wider. Her hair, a gradient of dark blue to sea-foam green, ended just past her jawline. Her features, like my own, were sharp but delicate. Although the T-shirt she wore was long and loose-fittings, the shapes of her breasts were apparent through the purple fabric. The shirt ended midway down her thighs, and a pair of white socks hid her from the ankles down.
"I need help." Carolyn said quietly.
My senses returning, I noticed how flushed she was. She looked weak, shaky, and strands of her blue-green hair clung to her forehead. Then I noticed how long and smooth her legs looked; how short the shirt was that they disappeared beneath; how the edge of that soft fabric must be only inches from velvety lips--Good lord, what is wrong with you, stop! I drove the thoughts from my mind.
"Oh god, you don't look so good." I said, then suddenly remembered it being Finals Week. "Don't you get me sick!"
"I'm not sick." Carolyn grimaced and her knees weakened but she caught herself on the doorframe. "I need your help."
"With what?" I asked wearily, assuming it was some kind of horrific mess by the look of her.
"Come here."
"Carol, I don't know..."
"It'll just take a minute. Promise." With that she turned and vanished from the doorway.
I grudgingly rose from my chair and was reminded of the wet patch I had made on my jeans. I couldn't ask to change first, so I silently prayed it would go unnoticed. At the same time, feeling how soaked I had gotten flared my desire to return to my room as quickly as possible and finish myself off.
"So. What is it?" I asked, stepping into her room. It was warmer in here than in my room, and it was dim. The only light came from a lamp beside her bed, but it was enough.
