cokeandwhiskey | Caught In The Act Meme, nabbed from bakerstreet

Caught In The Act
(Extended Edition)

We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

RULES:
1. Respond to my peeps.
2. RNG, 1-10
3. peep

REACTIONS:

1) Embarrassment:
Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

2) Anger:
How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

3) Excitement Exhibitionism: happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue~ Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, hehehe...

4) Apathy:
Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

5) Squick:
Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

6) Delayed reaction:
You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

7) Derailed reaction:
Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

8) Frustration:
COME ON, EVERY TIME!

9) Relief:
Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

10) Wildcard!
You know the rules!

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[All in all, this is probably Robbie's fault. At least, that's what Wendy would say later, because she's at the point a few days before her period where she's supposed to be grumpy and instead she's just horny, and he'd caught her just before she got on the bus home and kissed the air out of her. It's enough to get anyone going, dammit.]

[Her father had waited for her and her brothers to get home from school to offer them a trip to the lake for the afternoon (they did this on fridays when there was good weather), and she'd promptly turned them down. Robbie had sent her a text to ask what she was doing, and she'd told him that she'd be staying home with the dogs while her family went out. He hadn't texted her back, so she left her phone on her desk and flopped onto her bed.]

[She wiggles out of her jeans and underwear in one motion, tossing them in the general vicinity of her laundry. She doesn't notice that her door is half open, but it's not like it would matter either way, her family won't be back for hours and the dogs are in the backyard, barking at squirrels.]

[She has a playlist for this (labeled 'night time' half as deception), and she plugs her ipod into her speakers and hits play. The music is pretty loud, but she could still probably hear the car come up the driveway if her family gets back (if only because her brothers are loud as all hell). It's just easier to relax with music playing.]

[It's hot enough this time of year that she elects to get off on top of the covers instead of under them, and she snuggles in to get started. She sighs softly and wiggles her toes against the blankets, scratching a hand through her hat hair. Once she's comfortable, Wendy gently slides a hand down her stomach and between her legs, liking the roughness of pubic hair under her fingertips. The curls tucked safely away are damp from the anticipation, and she presses in to find smoother skin.]

[The blood her body had pumped downwards makes the flesh under her fingers burning hot, and she dips two of them down to push inside to the first knuckle, pulling them out with solid pressure against the side closest to her clit and not taking them away as she pulls up to the little nub of nerves. The lubrication is enough to make her fingertips slide and she sighs contentedly, doing lazy circles to get those first jolts of pleasure that make her hips twitch.]

[She sticks with a steady rhythm for the first few minutes, letting the jolts of pleasure last longer and bleed into each other. She can feel her heartbeat throbbing under her fingers, and when she finally caves and presses two fingers hard into her clit, she sighs with an undercurrent of a moan and lets her hips push back up into her fingers. She squirms a little on the blankets, finding herself a better position. The texture of the fabric is suddenly something she's hyper aware of, and she closes her free hand into it.]

[She's rubbing in earnest now, and in some distant part of her mind, she loves the way the thick fluid gets onto her thighs when she instinctively pushes them together. Nobody's home, so she doesn't bother trying to resist breathing hard, breathing out little whines every few strokes. Everything is starting to feel frustratingly good, and she tenses the muscles that help push her along on purpose.]

[The orgasm hits her in a way that's surprising, rushing up from inside her stomach to flood through the soft flesh under her hand and onwards into the rest of her body. Her back arches and she moans, riding out the waves that come every time her muscles clench. When she finally collapses on the bed, she's panting, and everything feels good in a way that's tingly and extremely satisfying.]