Chastity's Chance by Daiza Daniels

 
    The biggest, most important days off my life were jumbled together in a hectic mess .  I’d graduated high school only a few days before my eighteenth birthday.  My best friend and I had the summer together and then, it was off to different college s . 
    “ You’re still spending the weekend with me to celebrate your birthday, right?”  Kimberly asked. 
    Kim and I had been inseparable since middle school.  I hadn’t exactly been welcomed when my family and I moved to small town Kansas .  She was the first person who was nice to me.  We had both been on the basketball team for years .  The shared sport had given us even more time to bond, but that was over now. 
    “Absolutely.   We have relatives visiting, so I definitely want to get out of sharing a room with cousin whatever-the-fuck her name is from New York.”  The sun was blaring and the heat unbearable as we walked out of the local diner.
    I climbed into the passenger seat of Kim’s car, rummaging in my purse as she started the engine.  It was too hot to wear my long black hair down.  Finally, I found a hair-tie and pulled the locks up into a tight ponytail.  Kim didn’t have to worry about it.  Her short blonde hair stayed out of her face.   She was the rebel when it came to style, not me.
    Me?  I wore normal square framed glasses, unless I was playing sports.  I hated my contacts.  It had been a bi g deal for me when I went “wild” and added bangs to my layered hairstyle. 
    It’s not that I didn’t think I was pretty, but I just had an overwhelming shyness.  It was easier to stay within my comfort zone.  I never even had sex with my last boyfriend.  Secretly, though, I was saving myself for my fantasy man .   Now that I had just legally become an adult, perhaps there was a small chance of being with him . 
    The heat made thinking about my dream lover unbearable.  I squirmed in the car seat, trying to relieve the desire burning between my legs.  When we arrived at my house to pick up my clothes for the weekend, I ran straight for my bedroom and locked the door behind me.
    I climbed into my bed and lay down on my back, closing my eyes.  The ceiling fan cooled my hot cheeks.  Kim was waiting for me in the car.  I was only supposed to be a second.  She’d just have to wait.  I’d never make it through the weekend without touching myself.  Especially since the object of my desire would be taunting me with his presence at her house the entire weekend.
    Slowly, I reached down and unbuttoned my shorts.   My mind filled with images of the man I longed to touch.  William was older than me by almost two decades , but he didn’t look a day over thirty .  There was a maturity and sophistication about him, though.  Something the boys my age lacked.  I pictured him in his bu siness suit after a day at work and bit my lip.
    My right hand slid into my panties down to my silken slit.  The tender clit was perfectly positioned between my index and middle fingers.  I alternated rubbing the nub between them, working myself up until my juices soaked through my underwear.  William fucked me hard in my mind, pumping me relentlessly toward orgasm.
    “What’s taking so long!?  It’s hot outside!”   Kim yelled. 
    The loud banging at my door ripped me away from the fantasy, just as I was about cream all over William’s cock.  It would be a weekend of pure torture.  At least, I hoped, I’d have time to get off when I took a shower later.  
    I quickly buttoned my shorts and hopped out of the bed.  Briefly, I paused at the mirror to straighten my bangs.  Pi tiful brown eyes stared back at me and I frowned at myself.  
    “I’m so pathetic.”  I grumbled before walking over and unlocking the door.  “Sorry, K.   I just didn’t want any of the visiting relatives bothering me.  They’re weird.”
    She grabbed my purse while I gathered up some clothes and tossed them in a backpack. 
    Kim nodded.  “Very weird.   At