31 Days of Summers

Dear Diary

Yesterday I found out Buffy's gay and today I just found Andrew isn't.

There was a new vamp on the prowl and Buffy had everyone out slaying, magicing or watching - except me who she'd left behind with a DVD and the washing up. I'd finished them and before I settled down to write up my so, so exciting day (that's sarcasm) I was horny enough for a little self-pleasure; my fingers being the most exciting thing that goes near my pussy.

I slipped off my skirt and panties and positioned myself on my bed, spreading my legs to play with my special spot. Closing my eyes I was soon in heaven. As no one was in I'd left the door open 'to let some air in ' [crossed out] as to tell the truth I'm wanton and it felt naughty. Except turns out Andrew had come home early and I was so engrossed in my masturbation I didn't hear him come in. Not until I heard his gasp of surprise.

I opened my eyes like I'd been bit to see him standing in the door, eyes wide, mouth open, blushing hard. If he was a gentleman he'd have quickly muttered an apology and fled down the landing, if I was a lady I'd have screamed and dived under my covers.

Which was kind of my first idea.

I'm glad I didn't.

Instead I just continued to rub and play with my pussy, smiling at him. He continued to look at me, just staring at my cunt as I pleasured it, him making some type of animal noise as I slid my finger in and me making another type as I rubbed my clit, making myself damp. I've got to say, dear diary, I was soon on the cusp and when I came it was the biggest, best orgasm ever.

I mean I actually squirted - suck on that Buffy (uuurrgghh, did I write that - I didn't mean literally, that'd be super gross).

I fell back panting and when I opened my eyes Andrew had vanished.

But as I went to the shower, passing the room him and Xander share, I could hear the smack of the bed against the wall as he jacked himself. Lucky I'm a good girl, otherwise I'd have returned the favour and popped into to watch him pop :-)