I suddenly remembered I had slept on Ned's bed the night before, and I was both horrified and relieved to see that he was soundly asleep on his bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was still

5.30 in the morning, and my pussy was soaking wet and throbbing; I think that while I was dreaming, I may have clenched and unclenched my vaginal muscles pretty forcefully, which is why it felt as if I had sex, but it had been five years since I had let any other man near me. Lucy's lecture cleared my mind from the previous disappointments, and surprisingly, I started having wet...