Note: This story was narrated to me by my girlfriend over the phone. When she was younger, she had a fantasy for her older cousin who used to sleep over at her place.
*
It was an early Sunday morning. Jenna woke up with a hangover. The previous night she went out with her college friends and they had quite a lot to drink.
She recalled how painful it was to watch her ex-boyfriend flirt with his new girlfriend right in front of her. She broke up with him a few months ago, it was actually him who left, and she could not blame him for that; she knew just how dysfunctional and obsessive a girlfriend she was.
Thinking of him kissing and touching the new girl, Jenna felt the warmth escalate between her thighs. She closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to wander, fuelled by her lust.
She had not had sex in months; she had been quite depressed since the break-up with her ex. She was still wearing the clothes she had on last night. When she came back home, she passed out on the bed right away, too drunk and exhausted to shower and change.
Her hands slowly moved over her abdomen down to her thighs, and reaching the edge of her night dress, she pulled the dark cloth up and gently stroked her pussy across the fabric of her black lycra panties. She pushed the material aside and dipped her fingers into her wet juices.
Her pussy was harrier than usual. She was usually neatly shaved, especially before a Saturday night out, but recently she had been neglecting herself; also, she knew there was no chances of her having sex the previous night, so she did not make an effort to groom her lady bush.
Jenna brought her index finger to her clitoris, lubricating it with her juices, and started circling the area around it. She uttered a soft moan while she felt her vagina flooding her panties. She could not remember ever being so horny.
She retrieved her sticky fingers and brought it to her face. She smelt so badly. After a night of drinking, pissing, dancing and sweating her pussy was a real mess. The smell made her feel dirtier, hornier. She licked her fingers clean, tasting the salty and bitter aroma of her smelly pussy.
She decided to uncover herself while she masturbated so she would not dirty the quilt. Tossing the latter aside, she spread her legs wide on her bed, and resumed stimulating her clit.
Just when she was about to up the pace of her stroking to drive herself to climax, she heard her bedroom door creak and saw the head of her cousin pop in.
"Hey, do you have cigarettes?" he whispered, taking into account his interruption. He did not wait for a reply before quickly vanishing behind the door, leaving Jenna in utter embarrassment.
She quickly got up to lock her door then sat on the bed. She was too exasperated and pissed off to resume her masturbation session. Instead, she found herself craving for a smoke.
Dan was Jenna's cousin. He was 5 years older than her. He often hanged out with Jenna's older brother, who was sleeping in the room next to hers. Dan did not have a car and would sometimes crash in her brother's room after a boys' night out.
Dan used to live in the country; he was, like most peasants, an early-riser. Jenna had never found him attractive; he was a plain guy, somewhat skinny and had quite an awkward demeanour, very quiet and reserved.
Jenna fumbled into her bag for her pack of Marlboro Lights and her lighter. She then carefully opened her door, to prevent it from creaking, and tip-toed to her brother's room. She had to be careful not to wake her parents up.
She found Dan sitting on the bean bag next to the bed; her brother was sound asleep and she knew he would not be waking up anytime soon. She stood on the threshold and signalled to him.
"Since when do you smoke?" she whispered to Dan, showing him the pack of cigarettes in her hand. "I don't. I just wanted some tobacco for the joint."
Jenna admired his impassiveness. He was pretending he did not see anything earlier.
"Do you wanna share it?" she asked.
"Sure thing."
