Chapter Twelve

Lily

She opened her eyes, looked around the room, and remembered that she was still in the guest bed by herself. Her fingers were still deeply buried in her pussy, slippery wet with her juices. She'd climaxed at least a couple of times during the fantasy and now her entire hand was wet, along with the inside of her legs.

Oh, my God, she thought, slowly easing her fingers in and out a few more times. That was amazing.

Lily was now a little more relaxed. The desperate throbbing coming from between her legs had now turned into a content pleasure. She found herself wishing that her fingers were actually Wyatt's dick and that the whole fantasy was, well, not just a fantasy.

The water was still running from Wyatt's bathroom on the other side of the wall as she sat up in her bed. Just a few seconds later, though, and she heard the shower turn off. For a moment, she wondered and kind of hoped that her little dream would actually come true.

But nothing happened. No door opened. No fantasy