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I rush inside one of the cubicles in the nurses' restroom and take a few deep breaths. It is coming back! My obsession. No. My addiction. I have controlled it for a few years and think I've overcome it. I am wrong. Damon still has that mysterious effect on me.
The first time I saw him during senior year, all I could think of was to become his woman. I promised to do to him everything my mother does to her clients. When I think of it, I become so horny that I explore explicit sexual stuff. I began by imitating my mother's dance. Like how she moves her hips while imagining Damon thrusting inside me and how she moans. Then, I tried masturbation, and everything became better.
After losing my scholarship because of the scandal, I became depressed. No one cared. So, I turned to masturbation with Damon in my mind until it was no longer enough. I began using dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. Masturbation brought me the comfort I needed.
Until it wasn’t enough to satisfy me.
While working as a waitress, I met somebody with the same curls as Damon. I ended up giving him my virginity. Sex. It was better than masturbation. Before I knew it, addiction swallowed me. All I could think of was to have sex with Damon.
For the first time, my mother noticed me. She stepped in and put me into rehab. After recovering from those dark times, I applied for college and took up nursing. It was the closest to being a doctor that I could afford. A new ambition diverted me from my obsession.
Two years after graduating from college, I have a chance to become a doctor. The hospital where Damon works offers financial assistance for medical school to their nurses and staff. I was reluctant to take the risk because of Damon, but my ambition to be a doctor helped me before. I was confident to face Damon without falling back into my addiction to him and sex.
I was wrong.
I pull out a remote control from my pocket and turn it on. Vibrations spread on my crotch as the bullet vibrator hidden on my special knickers starts. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and think of Damon, the blue-eyed, curly-haired blond man that has been filling my fantasy for years. I switch the control to a higher setting, and the tiny toy shakes my folds and tickles my clit.
"Damon," I call under a heavy breath when the tension builds up.
My hips stir around as I enjoy the pleasure. I push my palm against the wall of the cubicle and slowly bend down, pushing my butt out. The vibrator slides into my folds and presses harder. I turn it a notch higher and moan from the slightly painful shakes.
I hiss and push my hips out more. My imagination flies as soon as I stare at the clean wall. I see Damon walking behind me, naked; his chiseled torso raises the hair on my skin. He traces my side curves with his palm and reaches for my crotch. Ah. His fingers roll along my clit as he slowly rolls his shaft onto my wetness.
"Damon," I call while bending lower. The bullet vibrator buries deep into my clitoral hood, forcing a moan from me.
I stare hard at the wall and imagine Damon pushing his cock inside me. I move my hips back and forth harder, shaking the thin separator of the cubicles. My moans become raspy as I try to contain them in my throat. I pause when the door to the restroom opens. I move to face the wall behind the toilet. Finding it more stable, I bend down again and continue imagining my sexual encounter with Damon.
Steam exits my skin as my temperature rises. My hips turn numb while my thighs throb hard. My pussy walls continue to complain about not having any of the action. I become greedy and desperate, but there's nothing I can do but move my hips and settle with the pleasure from a vibrator. A small explosion happens inside me. I twist against the wall as the vibration continues to fuel the spread of desire all over me. Still, it fails to bring me to the lightheaded kind of ecstasy I want. Reality slaps me.
I turn off the vibration and feel my wetness cover the crotch pad of my panties. I blow a frustrated heavy breath and roll down my panties. When will I get it? I have controlled my urge to satisfy my lust with random men. But I am yet to conquer my obsession to become Damon's woman.
“Enjoy it?” My heart almost jumps out of me after hearing somebody say it. I turn pale after seeing Monique behind me. She smirks and walks to the sink. “Ah. I remember it now. You also called his name in that video.”
“The video you showed the world?” I counter.
"Whatever. Believe what you want. But then and now, the truth remains. You were perverting over your ex-stepbrother," Monique irks me with the truth.
I hate to give it to her, but she wins the argument. I ignore her and wash my hands. Monique snorts while looking at the reflection of my panties in the mirror. I roll my eyes and finish washing.
"I can help you have him." Her words puzzle me. I look at her reflection. She flashes a wicked smile and faces me. Oh, how I hated her confidence. Or should I say her arrogance? "You can join us."
An excitement pulses hard all over me, but I stop and doubt her. Join her and Damon? I wonder if that’s how liberated their relationship is. Do they always do the three-way? It won’t be the first for me. But to share Damon with another woman, I never thought of it.
"Don't mock me," I reply sternly. A selfish brat will never share what she has. Monique only mocks me. I turn away from her and head to the door.
"You will join us," she says in a demanding tone. Monique walks to the door and takes a step ahead of me. She raises an eyebrow and says, "Or the whole world will know about that video. You accused me of spreading it anyway. I might as well do what you accused me of."
“You’re blackmailing me to fuck your boyfriend with you?” I don’t know if I should be excited or disgusted by her.
"He's not my boyfriend. I just want to give him a gift," I see the ends of Monique's lips twitch. She is not confident about this. Somehow, she wants me to turn the offer down.
I may not crush her confidence, but I will be happy with denting it. I pretend to be oppressed and tell her, “I’ll do what you ask. But after this, never bring up that video again.”
"Please. You're coming because you want to," Monique taunts me with a smirk before walking out.
A gift? Monique is making a big mistake. She will be giving me a chance to own Damon. She can act all mighty in sex, but Monique has no idea what I can do. Damon will forget about her after I satisfy him better. I will be better than her. No. I will be the best for Damon.
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