by C. E. Todd
Her heart raced, and became heavier, as if it would burst. She lifted her legs, and spread them, inviting the world, and fingering herself furiously. She imagined Professor Evans inside her, deeper, deeper, and arching his back, losing control.
Sara caught her breath, and then moaned loudly, feeling her insides spin faster, faster. Lost, she pressed hard against her clit, and pinched her nipples, pulling her fingers hard against her front wall, feeling her g-spot as it swelled slightly.
“Oh, God … David! Fuck me!” Sara moaned, as her insides spun to a pinpoint and suddenly erupted, flashing outward, wave after wave ….
Sara relaxed, and opened her eyes, her pussy still quivering, her heart thumping against her chest. She caressed her nipples slowly, softly, slowly withdrawing her fingers, and lowering her legs. And there it was; her heart was still heavy as she thought of Professor Evans. Sara closed her eyes, imagining him lying next to her, caressing her.
Sara looked over at the clock. It was 8:30. Time to get a quick breakfast. Sara gathered her clothes from the floor, and her robe from the closet, and trod down the hall to the shower. As she turned on the water, she stepped out of her robe, thinking. That feeling – the heaviness in her heart – was not something she was accustomed to feeling when she touched herself. This time was different, though. She felt it when she heard the music, but she also felt it when she thought of David. How were they similar? Sara stepped into the shower and let the water run over her hair, warming her. Her fingers ran over her body, as the water caressed her. Music elevated her. Sara never really knew why. It had always had this effect on her, since she learned piano as a child. Sara believed that music, for her at least, felt so good because there were so many experiences she could associate with it, and hearing a particular tune brought all those experiences, conscious and unconscious, back to her at once. Was there some experience she was associating with Professor Evans? Nothing really came to mind. There was a definite connection, though. As Sara lathered soap over her chest, she thought that there must be some experience – something from her past – that connected when she was with Professor Evans. Sara sighed to herself. She loved music. Perhaps she loved Professor Evans, as well.
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