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something else deep inside of her; a desperate, longing urge to feel the touch of a man.
    It had been almost a year since her last relationship had ended, and she hadn’t been able to find anyone since, not even for a one night stand like Caitlin so often managed to get away with. She often felt that it was her own fault for not being skinny or pretty enough to attract a man, but deep down she knew it was because she was simply lacking in confidence. If I just knew a man was actually into me, I swear I would act differently around him. But how am I supposed to know? I can’t interpret all their signals.
    As she reflected upon how long she gone without being with someone, the adrenaline in her veins gave way to a pulsing warmth which surged through her, filling her core with heated, swollen desire. She desperately wanted to touch herself, but she didn’t dare. Her friends were right next to her, and she couldn’t masturbate next to them… could she?
    Tilting her head to the side, she saw Caitlin’s chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths, and from the other side of the tent she heard Craig already snoring. Figuring that they wouldn’t hear as long as she kept quiet, she couldn’t resist any longer, and her hands slid down over her belly and into the warm tracksuit pants she had chosen to wear to sleep.
    Letting out an almost-inaudible sigh as her fingers delved between her soft pink folds, she closed her eyes and located the sensitive nub of her clitoris, stroking and rubbing ever-so-gently as more and more heat rushed through her. She had been freezing earlier, but now she was almost sweating as she played in the valley between her legs, and she inhaled deeply as she threw her head back, almost unable to wait for the relief she was seeking.
    Her finger danced on her clitoris, drawing delicate little patterns over and around it that soon became faster and more urgent, and her stomach fluttered as her mind clouded with images of a faceless man with hard muscles and a thick cock, pinning her down and thrusting into her.
    As she increased the pressure on her clitoris, the man in her imagination suddenly made a sound, and she realised he was no longer faceless. It was Scott, the Deputy from earlier, and in her mind’s eye, he was sweating and letting out guttural moans and pants as he moved against her.
    Her body responded powerfully to the imagery, and jolts of electricity surged from the top of her spine all the way down to her lower lips. Biting her lip to stop herself from moaning and waking Caitlin and Craig, she arched her back and rubbed harder and faster.
    Warm spirals of pleasure began to soar through her core as she continued to tease herself, and all of the nervous tension from the earlier scare started to melt away as she thrust her hips up into her hand. Sliding one hand further down between her thighs, she dipped a finger inside herself, delving deeply inside her tightness and biting her lip again as she felt how utterly aroused she was.
    Slick warmth coated her finger as she slid it in and out, slowly but surely as she built up to a crescendo with the fingertip that was still dancing on her clitoris, and she no longer worried if anyone heard the soft, wet sounds that her body was making. The pool of bliss that was building in her core was agonizingly good, and she pictured Scott’s thick manhood plunging in and out of her again and again, stretching her and filling her more than she had ever been filled before as he moved on top of her, edging her closer and closer towards bliss.
    A second later, she reached a shaky climax, and sweat trickled over her brow as she tried her hardest to stop herself from screaming with ecstasy. Her inner muscles clenched around the slippery finger that was still sliding in and out, making the tingling over and around her clitoris even wilder, and she felt another flood of wetness explode from within.
    As the spasms of pleasure began to fade, she immediately felt