She's definitely made plans with her friends to go. She's meeting them. She will go, but... "God, I'm bored!", she thinks to herself. She goes to the closet and picks out a dress. She lays it out across her bed.

"Bored and horny," she thinks as she unbuttons her shorts. She lets them fall to the floor. It's a hot night, but the air feels cool to her skin. She lets her fingers remain at her pubic hair. "Ooh,... that feels good", she thinks, pushing her fingernails through her matted bush, letting it breathe.

She sits down on the chair with her feet up on the bed. She draws her fingernails across her pubic mound again, thrilling at the stimulation. "Well, let's see what my right-hand man can do." She says to herself. She runs a fingertip between the folds of her vulva -- damp, but so very soft. "Mmm...', she breathes.

The finger goes between the inner lips, down on the left side, up the center, then down the right side.

"Ok, this top's coming off", she thinks. As the fingers of her right hand are stroking her smooth labia, she pulls her knitted sweater off over her head with the other hand. "Whew!" She shakes her hair out as she lets the sweater fall.

Then her left hand goes to her left breast. She runs it underneath, where it gets sticky on a hot day.

Then, her finger goes up and makes circles around her areola.

As her nipple stiffens, the fingertips of her right hand find her clitoris and make circles around it. "Unngh..." She moans, gritting her teeth, rolling the little lump round and round.

Now she grabs the arm of the chair with her left hand. Bracing herself, she throws her head back. Her neck strains as the wave of orgasm breaks over her.

Copyright 2000 Stewart Dickson and Rebecka Dickson