Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Title:Soaked and Shameless

Setting: A messy single dorm room, 2:17 a.m.

Character: Avery, 19

POV:Avery (first-person, extremely filthy)

Focus: Solo masturbation — virgin, long-ignored need, heavy edging, finally filling herself, loud messy orgasm

I’ve been wet since dinner.

Not just a little damp. The kind of wet that makes your panties stick to you every time you shift in your chair. The kind that leaves a dark spot if you sit still too long. I tried to ignore it. I really did. I finished my assignment, scrolled on my phone, even tried to sleep. But every time I closed my eyes I kept thinking about the things I’d been reading, and my cunt would clench around nothing and leak a little more.

By 2 a.m. I couldn’t take it.

I kicked the duvet down, spread my legs, and shoved my hand straight into my sleep shorts. No panties. I’d taken them off an hour ago because they were already ruined. My fingers slid through a thick, slippery mess. I was soaked all the way down my crack and onto the sheets. When I pulled my hand back, a long string of clear slick stretched between my fingers and my cunt before it broke.

I stared at it in the glow of my phone screen and whispered, “Fuck… look at you.”

I brought the wet fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. Salty. Musky. Desperate. My clit throbbed so hard it almost hurt.

I pushed my shorts all the way off and left them tangled around one ankle. Then I propped myself up on the pillows, knees bent and dropped open, and just looked at it. My virgin hole was flushed dark pink, the inner lips shiny and slightly parted from how turned on I was. My clit was swollen, poking out from under its hood, glistening. Every time I breathed, more wetness leaked out and ran down toward my ass.

I started slow, the way I always make myself when I’m this desperate.

One fingertip only, resting lightly on my clit. No movement. Just pressure. I could feel my heartbeat in it. I held still until my hips twitched on their own, then began the tiniest circles. Barely any friction. Just enough to spread the slick around and make my hole flutter. Soft little moans started slipping out of me. I didn’t try to stay quiet. The dorm walls were thin but I didn’t care.

I edged myself like that for a long time.

Every time the pleasure coiled tight in my stomach and my cunt started pulsing like it was about to cum, I took my hand away completely. Legs still spread. Hole clenching at the empty air. A fresh gush of wetness would spill out onto the already-dark sheet beneath me. I’d wait until the urge faded just enough, then put my fingertip back and start the slow circles again.

By the third edge I was shaking. Tears of frustration pricked the corners of my eyes. My clit was so swollen and sensitive that even the lightest touch made my thighs jump. My hole kept winking open and closed, trying to grab onto something that wasn’t there.

“Please…” I whispered to the empty room. “I need to cum… I need to be full…”

I finally gave in.

I slicked two fingers with the mess pouring out of me and slowly pushed them inside my virgin cunt. The stretch made me moan loud and broken. I was so wet there was almost no resistance, but the feeling of being opened for the first time still punched the air out of my lungs. I sank them all the way in until my palm was pressed against my clit, then curled them and started fucking myself in deep, steady strokes.

At the same time I rubbed my clit hard and fast with my other hand.

No more teasing.

The dual sensation was filthy and perfect. Wet squelching sounds filled the room every time my fingers thrust in. My moans turned into continuous, high, desperate noises. I fucked myself harder, chasing it, hips rolling up to meet my own hand. The stretch burned just enough to make everything better. My cunt was gripping my fingers like it never wanted to let them go.

I came hard.

My back arched off the bed, a raw cry tearing out of my throat as my virgin hole clamped down in strong, rhythmic pulses. A rush of fluid gushed out around my fingers and soaked my hand, my wrist, the sheets. I kept rubbing and thrusting through it, dragging the orgasm out until my legs were shaking violently and I was whimpering from oversensitivity.

Even then I didn’t stop right away.

I slowed down, but I kept my two fingers buried deep, just gently rocking them while the aftershocks fluttered through me. My clit was throbbing and swollen under my other hand. Every tiny movement sent another little pulse through my cunt. I was a complete mess — sheets ruined, thighs shiny, hole soft and stretched around my own fingers, still leaking.

I lay there for a long time, breathing hard, occasionally curling my fingers just to feel how open I’d made myself.

“Next time,” I whispered to the dark ceiling, voice hoarse, “I’m using a toy. A thick one. I want to feel even more stretched.”

My cunt clenched around my fingers at the thought.

I didn’t pull them out.

I just left myself full and dripping, already half-hard again in that empty, greedy way, and closed my eyes with a filthy little smile on my face.