On the way in to work, all she could think about was David. She was dressing solely for his benefit, if he wasn't at work, she might as well have worn...sweats and a stained tshirt. David was a friend/coworker who she had been flirting with for months. They were both in other relationships, but couldn't help thinking "what if?" Rachel had masturbated quite a few times to those what-if scenarios. She felt her thighs moisten with thoughts of David's cock in her pussy. If they didn't get together. She’d long used her mother’s dildo on herself while she watched brother banging these happy women. The next big step was to persuade him, with her very first blow job, to buy her a dildo approximately the size of his organ.That up and opened another sexual avenue for her as well. She dated but no one had ever gotten past third base. Oral sex was OK with the right guys. Now she orally cleaned him after his copulations and in a few cases even did the same for the woman he had just pleased so. After the first few weeks I finally got over my crying jags and was able to accept my parents' death more readily. I was more in need of gentle companionship and comfort than any sexual release.We completed our work on August 27, and only just in time, for the first snows of the winter started the next day. We were well north of the tree-line and with nothing to break the wind; the blizzard increased and we were not able to get out for three days. Finally we made our way south to Ottawa where. Like... like turning the corner to see a car wreck you don't want to see. Or lifting a rock you know you don't want to lift. Or walking to the principal's office. It was just this super heightened anticipatory sort of feeling. A head-rush sort of feeling. One of my most persistent masturbatory fantasies is to time-travel back to that moment as myself, rip away the covers, and just... well it varies. But there's a lot I could have done.All of that came to a head when suddenly the song stopped..