Just Being Neighborly 2

My neighbor, who is also a new friend of mine, visited me one afternoon, and we ended on the net showing each other some of our favorite sites, like humor and gossip and other time-wasters.  At one point she said, “I have another favorite site that I visit once a week or so.”  When she turned red and wouldn’t tell me the name of the site, I teased her and said it must be a porn site.  She insisted that it wasn’t, and I finally let the subject drop.  I had to  check on my laundry, and I left her in my apartment while I went downstairs.  That was a week ago.  Today I was browsing the history on my computer, looking for a design site I’d stumbled on earlier.  Well, I didn’t find that, but I did find this site.  No one else has been on my computer, so I know my friend was visiting this site while I was in the laundry room.  I wonder if I had come upstairs sooner, would I have walked in on her reading these techniques?  Would she have been as turned on as I am now after reading them?  As I devoured these sexy stories, my fingernails gently grazed my nipples through my shirt, and my mind wandered to the thought of my friend possibly doing the same.  A deep, sweet ache settled in my pussy, and I dipped a finger into my wetness.  Had she done the same, right here in this chair while I was away?  Thinking of her possibly pleasuring herself and wanting me to know about it–she had almost mentioned the site, after all–I closed my eyes, imagined her full lips, and stroked myself faster and faster, almost frantic.  I moaned with every stroke of my finger and thrust of my hips.  I shoved two fingers of my other hand into my wet, attention-starved hole, and cried out, “Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Oh, yes, fuck me–”  And as her name escaped my lips, my orgasm gripped me, rendering me unable to do anything but thrust and writhe.  My pussy is aching again, desperate for more attention, as I type this.  I need to submit this technique before I talk myself out of it.  I hope someone out there enjoys it.