Continue and get yourself off
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to continue. You sit at the edge of the bed a few inches from your boyfriend's feet, and lay back enough to slide your hand further beneath the waist of your skirt. Your long, red nails scrape against the lacy edge of your panties before you ever bother unbuttoning the skirt.
Once you do, you shimmy it down to your ankles, letting it pool there. No time to be tidy. No time to put it neatly aside. Or even kick it aside. You are already soaking your red panties. You look at your boyfriend. "What an asshole," you whisper. "But what an ass too."
As you stare at him, you pull the crotch of your panties aside and start to rub your clit. It is already a hard, throbbing little nub and, with the slightest touch, beckons your hips into small convulsions. You rub harder. Your breaths become shorter. The party noises start to sound distant. Right now, you are in your own world. Anything could be happening around you and you would not know.
What happens next?
