I ended the call and just sat there on my bed, staring into the darkness of my room. Talking to him always left me with mixed feelings. I liked him more than I should, but he never seemed to notice. Or maybe he noticed and just pretended not to.

The worst part was that he was so comfortable with me, so free. He talked like we were just friends. Just friends. Meanwhile, my body always reacted to him as if he owned the air inside me.

Everything he said kept replaying in my head. His laugh. His voice. The little teasing he did without knowing what it did to me. My chest felt tight. My stomach felt warm. And between my legs… I could feel that slow throb I’d been trying to ignore.

I stretched on my bed and exhaled. I couldn’t even sleep. My mind was loud. My body was louder. I pressed my thighs together, trying to stop the heat, but that only made it worse. My nipples were already hard; I could feel them brushing against my top. My breath kept coming out in small, shaky bits.

I knew what was wrong with me. I was horny. That kind that makes you restless, makes you move your body on the bed for no reason, makes you touch your lips and bite them, makes you think of every little thing that man has ever done that turned you on.

I dragged my fingers down my stomach and stopped just at the band of my shorts. I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But I also knew I had that toy somewhere in my drawer. I hadn’t touched it in a long time, but tonight… tonight was different.

I reached for it.

The moment I turned it on, that soft vibrating sound filled my room. My heart jumped. I pushed my shorts down and touched myself first, slowly, just to feel how wet I already was. My fingers slid easily. Too easily.

I placed the toy on my clit, and my whole body jerked.

“Oh My God,” I whispered into the darkness.

My hips lifted on their own. I pressed it harder. My breath got messy. My legs shook. I kept imagining his hands instead, his mouth, his body pinning me down. I whispered his name before I could stop myself.

In minutes, I came hard, arching into my sheets, gripping the pillow like it was him.

But instead of feeling fulfilled, I felt empty. Hungry. Like I had just woken something in myself that needed real skin, real weight, real heat.

Before I could catch my breath, my phone buzzed.

It was Andrew.

“I’m in your area. Are you awake? Can I stop by?”

My stomach flipped. Of all nights.

My heart jumped. Andrew had been asking me out for months. He wasn’t random. He wasn’t someone I didn’t know. He was kind, patient, respectful… and I liked him, just not the way I liked the other guy.

Normally, I would have said no.

But that night… I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts, and my body was still humming from the inside out.

You can come, I replied.

When he walked into my room, the air changed. He always smelled good. He hugged me, and the hug lingered a little. My body reacted immediately, and it scared me how fast everything was happening inside me.

We talked for a bit, but I wasn’t even hearing half of what he was saying. His lips kept distracting me. His hands. The way his eyes rested on me as if he was studying something new.

Then I noticed how close he was sitting. How his arm brushed mine. How his eyes moved from my mouth to my chest and back again.

It happened fast.

He leaned in. I didn’t stop him.

The first kiss was slow, questioning. The second was hungry. By the third, I was already on his lap, grinding against him like my body had been waiting for this moment since daybreak.

His hands slid under my top and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them like he’d imagined doing it before. I gasped into his mouth. He slid his hand down my shorts and groaned when he felt how wet I was.

“Who did this to you?” he whispered.

“You,” I breathed.

He pushed me back on the bed, pulled my shorts off, and kissed his way down. When his mouth reached me, I grabbed his head and nearly cried from relief. His tongue moved slowly at first, then deeper, faster, until my legs were shaking around his shoulders.

When he finally entered me, I moaned so loud that he covered my mouth with his hand. I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust into me. My nails dragged down his back. His breath was hot on my neck. Everything was heat and skin and release.

And as I came again, much harder than I did with the toy, I realised I wasn’t just hungry.

I’d been starving.

And now… everything was about to get even more complicated.

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