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Am I finally alone?
This thought races through your mind frantically, desperate for some time by yourself. As much as you like your partner, Jinx’s company, it was hard to find some time to be alone. She took quite a liking to you, so no wonder, but still. The urge to be in solitude was not one to always be ignored.
Jinx took up a lot of your time now. Since you’ve been hired as her lab partner (by her request), you spend all your time near and around her. While it’s nice, spending time with and getting to know her, it’s been a tad overwhelming since you spend almost all your time with her. You’re never not alone. They haven’t quite trusted you to wander their lair without supervision.
Not until today.
You shimmy your way out of your bottoms and waddle with them around your ankles to the nearby bed. Jinx’s bed. In her room. Alone. With the door closed. Finally.
You sit down and finally tear your bottoms from off your ankles and throw them across the room. Next off are your panties. Across the room they go.
This is a risky game and you know it, but it’s been one you’ve been wanting to play for some time now. Can you really blame yourself? With a girl like Jinx invading your space almost 24/7 (even your own bed is also in her room), it’s no wonder you’ve been so pent up lately. And with no relief! This has been torture!
You sit on the edge of her bed, feet touching the floor, legs spread with your fingers in your mouth. Only one right way to do this without the proper tools.
You wet your fingers and pull them out, curling them slightly before removing them to add to the effect. This was going to be so good.
You use your middle and ring finger and rub small, sharp circles over clit. You huff out of relief, the tension of being denied this privilege finally easing, and a new one begins to build in place of it. You continue with your circles and use your other hand to run over your labia, spreading it and introducing it to the cold industrial air.
Your wet fingers travel further down, rubbing over the slit in your lips, pressing down harder as you pass by your clit. You moan out loud, eagerness filling your system as you get closer and closer to your goal.
Your two digits caressing your lips finally slowly slip down and inside yourself, and the groan you let out almost embarrasses yourself.
Almost.
You push them in, slowly, not wanting to experience the displeasure this time. They go about halfway in until they hit your good spot, and gods does that do it for you. They go in and out, in and out, a snails pace at first until you can’t hold back any further and now you’re pumping them in and out of yourself until your legs are quaking and your voice comes out shaky.
You whine and whimper out to nobody, your fingers slipping in deeper with your matched thrusts, drool slides down your chin: you probably look like a hot mess, but that’s the least of your concerns. You go faster, faster until you can feel your peak nearing.
Until the door opens and a wide eyed, smiley, blue-haired girl is standing there, watching you. You stop in your tracks, fingers still inside yourself, when she says, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
Oh, you’re so screwed.