It's with great restraint I keep my twitching fingers from pressing against the damp front of my eager, panty covered pussy. One smoke, two–damn it, I was meant to give up cigarettes. You glance over at me occasionally, unaware of the depth of my need. I make no secret of my arousal but you can't possibly grasp the depth and really, since we aren't together any more, it isn't your problem anyway. A thin sheen of sweat clings to my skin, my head is spinning, my heart racing. It's your mouth. It's always been your mouth. So full and shapely and tempting. Once glance at those lips and my cunt is clenching almost uncomfortably. I part my bare legs from my place on the floor by the ash tray, my wet panties on display and you think nothing of it. My nipples are pressed uncomfortably to my long t-shirt. You probably think it's cold. So innocent and naïve, though I've seen the other side of you. I see those haunting memories behind my eyes–fuck, my laptop just went flat. I've moved across the room to a power source, out of your line of sight but if I were to slide my hand into my panties, I wouldn't be able to keep quiet. Two fans …
and minimal clothes and my body is still on fire. I've never been so aroused and so unable to take care of the problem. I can't stop remembering; the shower we shared but I was never to touch you, just those heated kisses and your soapy hands on my body; the rare times you let me use my fingers on you and bring you. I swear I can hear the sound of your fractured breathing; I can feel your sodden pussy, the warmth and slickness, and your hard little clit; I can feel your smooth neck under my lips, the eruption of Goosebumps that you always blamed on the cold even in the hottest summer nights. You look over at me with innocent blue eyes, wondering why I groan out loud. It should pain me that you are so unaffected, sometimes it does, but tonight I'm too horny to care. I think of and rule out inconspicuous ways to make myself cum. Under the covers, on my couch, upstairs in the toilet. I'm too noisy. The need is so bad that I imagine just masturbating in front of you. In my fantasies, you enjoy the show and finally let me use my mouth on you. Maybe you'll even touch me back, an extreme rarity. The need is so bad. What am I to do?