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"What do you take me for?"

My heart shattered into a million pieces again as I pushed the door of the bathroom shut with my back.

My face was already caked with hot tears, but my eyes wouldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried.

"You think you can walk out of my life, and then slip back in like I am some douchebag loser that can be thrown around like a fool?"

Freddy's words pierced through my bones, every form of hope I had built from the emotions he had sparked inside of me crumbling down like they were never there.

My nose wouldn't stop running too, and that was what I hated most about crying.

I hated to look like an adult that had been reduced to the level of a child.

I hated to feel like my demons had won.

I sniffled hard, rapidly. It was unpleasant. I hated that sound, but --- I couldn't stop crying.

Not sure of how to pull myself from the misery Freddy had, without warning, dragged me into, I clicked the shower open and began to rip the stupid costume off my body.

I was going to flush it down the toilet, but it sounded like an honorable way to get rid of it.

"You used me, and you are even more shameless by expecting me to continue to keep your bed warm."

As I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration tearing me apart, Freddy's words resounded in my head, with the same brutal intensity he had spoken them with.

I couldn't keep it down anymore. I needed to escape before I lost myself.

I plucked the shower open and stepped into it, shutting my eyes. I tilted my head up until the water was splashing mercilessly against my face, reminding me of how life came at me, a hundred and one arrows at a time.

I sucked in a long breath and held it for a couple of seconds, before finally letting it out in one hot push.

I felt the water run down my face, along my neck, through the bridge between my br*asts, down my stomach and my legs.

My fingers moved along where I had felt the cold of the water more, tracing slow lines down until they were between my thighs.

My p*ssy clenched hard when I started to rub against its face, slow in a lazy circle, allowing myself to get in touch with the moment.

I continued to rub lazily, continuously increasing my intensity after a couple of rounds until my fingers were moving the fastest they could.

Grabbing the wall in front of me, I moaned to the pleasure of my p*ssy getting excited and loosening until it was fluttering to the beat arising.

I swallowed, my throat tasting like a mix of saltiness and sour.

I didn't want to stop. 

I continued to rub in circles, leaning my head against the wall for support as my legs were beginning to give away.

A low moan, almost voiceless, rang from my throat. My lips were parted, but the noise from the running water masked the sound well.

My heart was heavy.

I wanted to feel needed again. 

I wanted to feel that I could be needed, that I was capable of being valued, and that I was not all Eddy thought I was.

I bit down on my lower lip, stretching my neck out of attitude.

I felt a pulse rising from my p*ssy, and then it spread out evenly across every inch of my body. I gagged.

Pressing down steady on the face of my vulva, I could feel the low pulse that made me want to go wild.

Widening my legs more apart, I grabbed the wall tight.

Swallowing, I shut my eyes tight, jogging my memory to picture fully this particular image that kept floating around in my head.

My breathing stilled to almost silence. 

My p*ssy clenched hard again, begging for the attention of the moment as I tugged hard at the blur image that kept disappearing to the back of my mind.

It was coming.

It was taking form. My body stilled to mad desire as the image finally came into full form.

Connor — shirtless, sweaty, his shoulders buffed and his eyes reaching out longingly, the thigh length shorts he wore barely concealing the swell of his groin.

With my eyes, I could feel the weight of his d*ck grow and how aroused he must be feeling to be that strained against the material of his shorts.

I gasped again, my palms pressing hard into the wall until my knuckles cracked.

I imagined Connor relentlessly walking towards me, his eyes almost devouring me from the distance, until he was well under the shower.

He didn't waste any time before drawing his shorts down in one swift pull, finally releasing his growth in one hot burst off.

I drew in a long aching breath, my fingers trembling at the thought of how holding him would ruin me beyond normal.

"Aaaargh" I cried, pushing my weight back until I was resting against the cold white tiled wall, the water from the shower splashing ceaselessly against my feet.

I imagined him rounding up on me with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

It felt so real, like he was truly in front of me.

My skin felt warm to a presence and my nose caught a scent that didn't belong to me.

My eyes were still shut tightly, and I was scared to open them, lest my imaginations crack and the moment stop.

He was so up close that I could hear his breathing, deep and dangerously controlled.

Slowly,he wrapped his fingers around his length, shifting his weight until the tip was poking the skin beneath my waist.

I gasped.

"Shhhhh," he drawled, then proceeded to stroke slowly from base to tip.

"This–––is–––torture," I grunted, swallowing again, unable to bear the continuous fluttering of my p*ssy.

An ache pooled low at the base of my stomach, extending to my waist and the joints around my vulva.

I winced, crossing my legs over and grinding against myself for the satisfaction I could manage from that.

It wasn't enough.

My eyes were teary. My emotions were everywhere. I pulled a hand under the shower, then taking my two middle fingers, I plunged them into my mouth and sucked on them like they were actual strawberry candies.

Breathing heavily, I pulled my legs apart. Pushing my hips forward, I pushed my fingers into myself, a shaky moan escaping my throat.

I saw the thrilled smile that formed on his face.

Slowly, I dug in and out, taking in every bit of the emotions that followed with my eyes still shut.

My legs trembled, and the squelching sound rolled against the sound of the water spattering against the floor.

I gasped, throwing my head back, my fingers still working relentlessly.

My eyes became heavy with tears. I allowed them to fall.

I felt a weight pull down on my shoulders as Connor grabbed them.

My body froze to the sensation of his touch.

He was going to say something when we heard a swing from a distance.

Someone had entered the room.

I gasped, jerking out of position, my eyes struggling to get used to my surroundings.

With shaky fingers, I turned the tap off, and the energy of the presence became more distinct.

Whosoever had walked in was walking towards the bathroom now.

Step after step, slowly, surely, my heart was beating fast as my eyes roamed about for what to do next.

My breathing dipped,the same time the door of the bathroom swung open.

Our eyes met.