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5

Megan

Laniiii:
Amala just got paid
wanna go to the club?

Me:
Sorry baby not 2nite 😭😭😭

Laniiii:
🥺
You betta come next time 🧍🏽

Me:
Promise
Yall mfs be careful plssssss

Laniiii:
We willllll
Ight Megs
I'll share location if you want

I toss my phone onto my bed and collapse. After texting her an "ok".

A new case was opened this weekend. An conjuring-series-type murder scene in a barn out in the countryside of Texas and a killer on the run. It's exciting for me because we had to deal with car wrecks up until now.

I've shown progress since I've gotten here and they decided to put me on the investigation team for this.

That also means late night looking at possible murder weapons and testing possible dna left.

I love it, but it's work, so it's exhausting at the same time.

As I slightly stumble around my bedroom to the master bathroom connected, I search for panties and an oversized shirt.

I remove my clothes article by article, slowly so I can slip in the bath. Then I turn the hot water knob and slightly move the cold water knob to get it ready, with a bit of body wash.

My phone notifications go off and for a second I stand in my bathroom fully naked, wondering if I should check it out or not.

I do anyways. I just wanna wind down on a Friday night.

My eyes widen. About two months ago when I got Beyoncé's number, we exchanged Instagrams. It was fine. Beyoncé barely posted and I have a couple of cringey high school selfies and pictures I've taken with friends recently. However, I get a notification that Beyoncé posted "for the first time in a while". It's a definite change of scenery.

Beyoncé: pictures from the past few months

I find myself staring with slightly hooded eyes and turn on some smooth r&b as my bath fills up slowly but surely.

My pussy throbs out of nowhere the more I stare at her photos.

I'm going to hell.

I look to the bath to try to distract myself and see it's barely going to overflow. I take it as a sign to get in and leave the phone on the countertop next to my skincare products.

As Jhene Aiko plays, I feel semi guilty for still being horny. I trail my hand down to my body washing myself with some body gel in a loofah.

My mind trails to Beyoncé's voice. How gentle it is. How blessed I am to be able to have heard it again after years. Yet how cursed I am that she isn't here with me. That I can tell we're both holding back just a tad.

My middle and ring finger circle my clit and slowly make it down my slit.

My cheeks heat up and I harshly exhale hot breaths.

I want Beyoncé. I need Beyoncé.

I say fuck it and thrust my fingers in and out of my pulsing pussy. I think of when we fucked in that cell. How she felt. Remembering what I can of her moans.

How she gave it to me so much better than so many, quite literally shook my ass up for eternity.

I then throw my head back over the rim of the tub and a low moan passes my lips.

I live alone so I take advantage and moan like hell.

"Fuck." I hiss between my teeth.

I just thrust my fingers in harder and bend my knees back further to open up the space between my thighs.

Some bath water and bubbles splash into my face. I feel my walls clenching around my fingers and focus on the thought of Beyoncé. My moans are hoarser and my torso shakes and bucks forward.

"Mmm." I roll my bottom lip in between my teeth and force my eyes shut. "Mmm, fuck, ahh."

Beyoncé should be doing this to me.

"Beyo-"

I get hotter and my release comes crashing onto me. I leave myself a panting mess in the tub and feel like shit afterwards.

My pulse slows down and I realize the hold she's had for the past 3 years. I refused to have anyone after I had Beyoncé. Not even a fuck buddy, a friend with benefits, none of it. I was always set on Beyoncé.

My phone goes off again.

I'm scared to respond. I'm too scared to even check.