"Morning, Leslie!"
"Morning, Angie!"
"I want to talk about something, but I don't know what."
"I know! Ain't that Dr. Stiles a cutie?"
"What are you implying?"
"Oh, nothing…" Leslie said with a grin on her face. "Me, I have the hotties for Tyler. I mean yesterday, we… you don't need to know that."
Of course, the word 'copulation' and what she watched last night on Discovery Animal Planet came to mind. But she kept on thinking about him, not exactly buff, but, cute. And, as always, her thoughts turned into fantasy. She thought about them running in endless fields of flowers, without the occasional Paraskevi. And as she did so they turned to sexual fantasy. She thought of him naked and embracing his hard, long length, and it got her juices flowing.
"No, Angie, bad Angie" she said to herself. But already she could feel herself getting a little wet where she didn't want to get wet. Alright then, she thought. Here I cum! (Not a spelling mistake, I.Y.K.W.I.M). She backed up into a cubicle, and sat down on the cold seat and spread her legs wide. She slid her hand up her dress and on her knickers. She pulled them down to reveal her wetting opening. She put her fingers inside her slit, and went up a bit to find her clit. She rubbed it quickly. "Ahhhh! Ooooh!" came Angie's moans from the cubicle. Leslie had gone, and Cybil came at 7. She continued to massage herself, her climax building, as she thought of Derek, naked and masturbating in view of her. She gave herself one last hip-bucking touch, and she came on the floor, and then got herself together.