It makes me feel so naughty.I reach into the bedside drawer and get out my vibrator and dildo. The vibrator is small, pointed like a bullet with only ...ne setting… and it's powerful. Turning it on, I rub it delicately across my clit. Fuck, that feels amazing. I lay back and imagine it's your tongue, slicking backwards and forwards across my sweet spot, making me moan your name.I think of your head buried between my thighs, sucking my lips into your mouth then biting on my clit. I moan your name. This pattern continued throughout the summer and on through senior year. By spring of senior year almost everyone in our group was eighteen. This mostly meant that we had a little more leeway in where we could go and what we could do, but otherwise didn’t change things very much. That year had an unusually warm spring. In mid April Tom asked me if I would like to go on a picnic and a hike that Saturday. I quickly agreed and when Saturday dawned it was clear and sunny with a high of seventy five. The foggy windows which showcased the evening’s rainstorm were the perfect backdrop to the emerging scene. She saw a discarded t-shirt upon the marble floor. The woman hunched over a small table, long blonde curls awry. Plaid mini skirt pulled up to her lower back. Marissa couldn’t tear her eyes from the normally desolate corner of the library. She watched in silence. Her mind numb, half in disgust, half appalled at her own depravity in watching them. She watched the well-toned back muscles of. I’ll see you a little later.” He kissed her once more, this time lingering, but still only touching her under her chin. He pulled away and Karen went into her room and closed the door. Feeling better than she had in years, she ran across the room and jumped on the bed. She was smiling, laughing, blushing, and so looking forward to that night. When Matt arrived at Karen’s room, he smiled appreciatively at the woman who stood before him. She knew that his favorite picture of her was.