Anne was nervous...
Frightened was more like it. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest with a moshpit tempo.
But still, she didn’t move, hidden like she was in her brother’s closet, peering into the dim room at the writhing forms on the bed.
She couldn’t move now even if she wanted to. It was a new thrill coursing through her adolescent body, a combination of fear and arousal that made her knees shake, and her breath shallow.
Marc had sent her to bed soon after Beth had knocked on the door. Anne had protested, arguing that their parents would have let her stay up another half-hour, but Marc was adamant.
Of course, Anne knew what her older brother was up to. He was going to make out with Beth, give her hickeys, and didn’t want her around causing a distraction. That’s when she thought of the plan to hide in his closet.
I had always fantasized about getting caught masturbating. Something about it really turns me on. A few times I know of, I have been watched, but never straight up caught, until now. Tonight my fantasy was to come true, but a little differently than I had always imagined.
I recently went to stay with my sister Lisa in San Francisco for about a week. She lives with her best friend Tammy, who I have wanted to fuck ever since I was 14. Tammy and my sister were both 21 then, and I was 23. Tammy would flirt with me, but it never amounted to anything except a good jack-off session for me afterward.