A Lovestruck Haze

Chapter 17

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Alyssa's P.O.V:

After Morgan left I sat awkwardly on the couch, unsure of what to do except for thinking over what she'd said.

Masturbation? Just the word alone makes me cringe.

And maybe I was crazy for that, for failing to remember it was even a thing. Not to say I didn't know, but it never really crossed my mind.

But now that it had, I find myself eager to try. Did I even know how to?

I hadn't done anything like that since my teenage years... and now I was 35.

My hand slips down to my pants, but the noise of the shower starting up startles me and I pull my hand away.

Seems I'd forgotten Morgan was here.

She couldn't hear though, and she'd be there for a while, right?

Once again my hands trail down to my pants, this time not hesitating as my fingers slip beneath the waistband.

I throw a cautious glance behind me before continuing, ensuring that that door was still shut— it was.

I slip them up to about mid-thigh, until my panties were showing.

I rub a finger against the material until I find that sensitive spot I'd neglected for the past years— and sigh.

A quiet moan escapes my lips as I press harder, moving my fingers in circles.

Eventually I speed up, panting quietly as already my orgasm nears.

Gosh I'd forgotten how good this felt.

My other hand holds at my breast as finally I feel the tension in my stomach explode in a release of ecstasy.

I tip my head back and let the pleasure overcome me, my hand stilling next to my trembling legs as I moan louder.

It moved quickly through my body, delight following each wave.

Holy shit Morgan

I sit and breathe for a few moments as the orgasm fades out, before releasing a sigh of relief.

But it was during that moment of clarity I notice something.

There was no running water that I could hear.

I freeze. She didn't hear me, did she?

Then, "Can I have a towel please?" A muffled sound coming from the bathroom.

Cursing my stupidity, I quickly stand— fumbling in my downed pants— and race to the laundry cupboard.

Though it was more like a quick shuffle, as my legs still held traces of my earlier activity.

Soon enough I had a towel in my grip and was standing before the door.

I knock, "I have it."

The door opens about 3 inches.

Morgan scans my face as she peeks around the corner, "You ok?" Teasingly she adds, "You look a little flushed."

I push the towel through the crack in an attempt to not only pass it to her, but also to shield her body, "I am not."

She raises an eyebrow and grabs it, shaking it out while the door pushes fully open.

I almost fall to the ground as I catch a glimpse of her bare skin before she wraps the towel around herself.

"You sure?" She asks with a smirk, shutting the door before I can answer.

I stand there completely bemused as I stare at the door.

A moment later she opens it and giggles as she finds me still there. My cheeks warm.

"Do you have anything I can wear?" She asks— the smirk still on her face.

I chew on my lip, "Sure, my dresser's in the room—," I point to the far end of the hallway, "You'll find a pair of clothes in the second drawer."

She nods and turns, padding with wet feet down to my room.

That towel clung to her in ways that made my head spin and my knees buckle.

"Stop staring at my ass." She calls out as she steps through the doorway.

"I was not!" I shout back but she simply laughs.

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