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“Oooh fuck,” I said just above a whisper, probably too loud in the quiet dressing room. “Oooh fuck.”

His finger pressed down at my spot, pushing my button, pushing my button, pushing my…

Ooh shit, that’s it. I’m gonna come.

My knees shook and my legs quivered. I was holding myself up on the bench with my right arm and it gave out on me. I nearly smacked my forehead against the bench as the shockwaves of the orgasm shook me to the core.

I fingered myself harder, suddenly coming back to reality and noticing that I was alone in the dressing room, bent over, shoving my hand inside my pussy. I didn’t care at first. I was still coming. It seemed like it would never stop and the faster I rubbed my clit the more tender it became and the more I wanted to scream.

My pussy tingled. It felt like a pack of pop rocks had been thrown against it and my juices set them off.

I squatted and squeezed my legs together, trying to stop the sensation before I went insane but it intensified and my fingers kept shaking just inside my lips.

Finally, with a rush of pain and joy and whatever the fuck else could describe it, I reached the final FINAL climax.

“Mand, you in there?” I heard the familiar voice of Ben outside the stall. “Mand?”

I’d always hated how he cut the one single solitary “y” off the end of my name as if the “eey” was too hard to pronounce. And now I truly despised it, hearing my name just a few feet away, yanking me violently out of my daydream and the ecstasy that went along with it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and suddenly felt ashamed. My naked boobs were dangling a bit and the position I was in was completely unflattering.

I’m crazy. One cock has sent me over the edge.

And I meant it. I felt like I was losing my mind. Never in a million years would I have finger fucked myself in a department store changing room…before Braden. Now I was thinking of doing it again.

I gave myself one final tap against my clit and closed my eyes to savor the moment.

I need to get fucked.

And I meant that too.

***

I told Ben that I doubted I’d be able to convince Susie and Vince to come along for the trip so instead we went to see Jill. She was down for anything. ANYTHING. And that oftentimes got her in trouble.

As he did with everyone’s house, Ben just walked in, kicking the apartment door open and stepping inside. I followed feeling like the backup, rookie cop to his tenured detective.

“Don’t you think we need a warrant before knocking down her door?” I joked.

I was joshing, but the truth was, it probably wouldn’t hurt. Jill had been known to dabble in just about everything from marijuana to ecstasy to even some harder drugs from time to time.

She’s the kind of girl who’s been around the block in more ways than one and has come out the other end wiser but not necessarily stronger. Every once in a while, when with the right (or wrong) guy, she’d break down and give “his” drug of choice a try…again.

“Please, Jill doesn’t mind when we come in,” Ben argued.

And that’s when I really wished we’d knocked. Jill was bent over in front of her computer, with a huge, tattooed Asian guy ramming his cock into her

from behind. I was stunned.

Yes, I’d just finger banged myself a half hour before, but come on. Give me some credit. I wasn’t bent over a desk with The Rock hitting me from the back.

“Sweetie,” Ben called out.

The guy fucking my friend looked over at us and stopped, not removing himself from her, but not forcing his way in anymore either. He didn’t seem upset or even surprised. In fact, I’d have to describe it as he looked like someone had just told him he had a phone call.

“Hey guys!” Jill called out like we’d just caught her jogging on a treadmill or doing yoga.

“Mmm,” Ben said aloud, obviously checking out the guy she was with.

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