Masturbation Monday No. 208 — Curtains

Sabrina had not realized how much she missed London—England—until she was back with Drew there.
But she had to go back home.
“Why?” Drew asked, wrapping a towel about his waist. The tantalizing bit of hair and skin that was revealed distracted her, but she knew that she had to give him some kind of answer.
For everything.
When Jeanne asked her where she was, she texted her:
London and Drew.
Jeanne texted her back:
Ahhhh.
Jeanne was her only other friend besides Carole who knew her. But with Jeanne, who was always traveling and liked her she guessed as a character—Jeanne did not demand much from her. Sabrina was a character, if there was nothing else about her that defined her more than anything else.
Sabrina let the sheets drop even more from her, and she could see that he liked looking at her as much as she liked looking at him. Their desire was stronger than his curiosity—at least she hoped so. She really did not want to talk to him about why her life was the way it was.
On top of him, her hips moving at a pace to drive him to madness, Sabrina ran her hands through her hair, and then grabbed his nipples. Drew arched up to her, she smiled.
She would fuck him senseless.
And then leave.
She was super quiet while he slept, and the car took her back to London where she returned to her hotel room. Her forehead was damp with sweat from just thinking, and she started to cry. For the loss of Carole, for the loss of herself a thousand times over and for everything in the world that drove tears from her eyes.
There was a rustle by her curtain, and her heart raced. Her heart did not race from fear, she knew exactly what that rustle was.
“I thought you gave up on me,” she sneered, as the bulge in the curtain revealed itself to her.
Graham.
She never felt safe to think he was gone, because when she did, he always returned.
“Did you miss me Nusch?”
Sabrina started to laugh hysterically, and continued taking off her clothes. She never took her eyes off of Graham as she did. She stepped out of her shoes, and absently played with her nipple.
“What do you think?” she said, and let her other hand caress the split between her legs.

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