I grind my body against her hand, helping to get myself off and increase this pleasure. It’s only a matter of a short time that I start completely humping her hand. It won’t take long for me to come. She uses this time to rub me.

Her thumb reaches over and rubs circles around my clit. Oh fuck.

Like I said, it doesn’t take long. She fucks me with three fingers and she flicks my clit, all the while, kissing my neck. I couldn’t take it, with her lips sucking on my skin, and her fingers inside of me, and the fact that my clit was in heaven. Man, nothing better then having Ashley Davies rubbing your clit. "Mmm rubbing my clit? Yesss, keep rubbing?" I pant. My words came out as questions. But I knew what she was doing, and I knew she was going to continue. She smiles, "Of course."

“Oh fuck, Ashley!” I scream out because I can tell I’m about to let go. Damn, I’m panting like crazy. My moans are becoming more frequent. The muscles in my stomach are getting tight. My hands reach down and grab onto her, I’m sure my nails are digging into her skin again. I can’t help it.

“Come for me baby, come on my hand,” she demands, “I know you’re close, I can feel you getting tight, mmmm.”

My body is about to let go. I can feel that familiar feeling building up inside of me. She curls her fingers and hits that magic spot because I scream her name one last time and let the wetness seep out of me. She continues to pump her fingers, allowing me to rid out this intense orgasm.

“Oh god,” I mumble.

My body was so sweaty, as was hers. When I finally came down from my high, she collapsed next to me, panting, just like I was. It was hard to catch my breath. “Oh, Ashley,” I mumble again. My hand reaches over and pushes her hair out of her face. I gently caress her cheek. It takes us a few moments to finally catch our breath.

“It’s your turn,” I smirk a few minutes later.

I enjoyed making love with girlfriend, hell, of course I did. Have you seen her? I love her. She didn’t do anything wrong, no of course not. It was me. After it was all over, we put some clothes back on and fell asleep. Well, she fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep…again. This secret, this thing that I’m keeping locked away, its eating away at me slowly.

I kept thinking about when I was with….her.

Ashley has no idea.

God, this is so fucked up.

I slept with someone else. Yeah, I didn’t want to. I was raped, but still. Maybe if I tried a little harder to get her away. Maybe if I wasn’t so nice to her, she would never have fallen for me in the first place. Maybe I led her on somehow. I didn’t mean to.

I felt dirty.

I shower, and nothing. My body still feels dirty. It’s only been a little over a week, so hopefully this feeling will disappear. God, what if it doesn’t? I never called that therapist today. I will do it tomorrow. But where am I going to tell Ashley that I’m going?

Another girl saw me naked, totally exposed. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was driving me insane. I was hearing her nasty voice during our love making. Another girl was inside of me. She tore me apart. She degraded me. She had her way with my body, laughed about it and then told me to get the fuck out. And I went home, bawling my eyes out because I had just been assaulted.

I am dirty.

I didn’t notice that I was crying until I felt a body pressed up against me and a hand wiping my tears away. “Baby, why are you crying?”