Page 10 of Secret Twins for My Ex's SEAL Best Friend

“Excuse me. I’ll be right back,” I told her, standing up to find the restroom.

On the way, I passed the waitress and told her, “She wants the side salad. I want the steak, medium, please, with a side of fries.”

I walked confidently to the restroom, feeling like I had learned something about myself from that conversation. I needed to take what I wanted. I needed to stop letting people tell me who I was or what I deserved in life.

As I washed my hands, I looked in the mirror, taking in my looks. I was too hard on myself.

When I saw Kassandra, I thought of her skin as glowy, but now that I was feeling better about everything, I could see it on me, too. My skin was tight and shiny, and my freckles popped up along my nose and cheeks. My lips were full and round, and my brown eyes were shiny in the light of the small bathroom.

The image of Robert’s lips, full, round, and an inviting shade of red, popped into my mind.

I shook my head, but the image was persistent, and I soon saw Robert’s lips careening toward mine. I could almost feel them smashed against me, could almost feel how hard my nipples had been at the class just looking at him.

What the actual fuck?

I hated that man.Why was I thinking about him this way?

But I couldn’t ignore the way I had felt when I first saw him, the way my body had reacted to his touch. It was like something in me had turned on and revved up.

My fingers explored my body, my hand sliding underneath my shirt and seeking out my hard nipples. I pinched them between two fingers as I looked in the mirror, my mind somewhere else, hazy with lust.

I could see Robert in my mind, reaching for me during class and picking me up, wrapping my legs around him and kissing me deeply in front of everyone.

A moan escaped from my throat, and my head dropped back, my open mouth turning up to the ceiling.

My eyes snapped open and turned to the door, and I scurried over to lock it, suddenly so aware of where I was and what I was doing.

I was masturbating in a public restroom while my friend sat outside it, waiting for me to eat lunch with her.

A stab of guilt went through my body as I pushed one of my hands past my waistband and toward the crop of trimmed pubic hair between my legs. I wanted to know what Robert’s face would look like between my legs, what he would do with his tongue.

What was wrong with me?

All I could think about was squirming under his tongue, pressing my thighs together, and feeling his hot breath against my insides. I wanted to feel his hair under my grip. I wanted to feel his lips rubbing against the crease of my thigh.

I opened my legs in shame. I let my finger drift to my clit and rubbed it in gentle circles, feeling the way heat bloomed in my chest like I had planted a flower between my legs.

I gasped at the intensity of the feeling. I could see Robert wiping his chin of my juices and sliding up my body to kiss me, to swap the taste of me from his mouth to mine, and the image sent my pussy pulsing fiercely.

I closed my legs instinctively, pushing back against the feeling, and let myself be overcome by it. I wanted to stop. I knew this was a risky thing to do in public. I knew that someone might soon come pounding on the door.

My mind was full of thoughts of Jeremy, of what he would think if he knew I was fantasizing about his best friend like this. I saw Jeremy all the time.

What if he could see it on me the next time I saw him? What if he took one look at me and knew how dirty I really was?

The thought did nothing to stop the beating of my pussy. I could feel the sensation in my stomach. I realized I was holding my breath and let out a long and deep exhale.

I could see Robert breathing deeply above me, pulling his cock out of his pants, hard and leaking cum with desire for me. I could see him guiding himself toward my entrance, just as slick, ready for him, sensitive from his mouth.

I sighed and opened my legs wide, imagining him saying to me, “I wanted you for myself. I ruined your relationship with Jeremy so that I could have you. It had nothing to do with you not being good enough. You were always good enough. You were just too good for him. I needed you to be mine.”

I let out a cry of delight and pushed one of my fingers inside myself as I came, letting myself be filled for even a second, although it didn’t come close to the girth and length my imagination gave Robert’s cock.

My musk filled the air as I orgasmed onto my finger, squeezing it and letting it go, and I continued to try and wriggle my finger deeper against the elastic fabric of my waistband.

I held my cries in with my other wrist, biting down onto the bone and letting out whimpers into my skin.

Once I was done, I leaned against the wall, stunned by my actions.

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