C11 Doing Something Bad

I locked the door behind me and then returned to bed before falling on my stomach.

" He said what!?" The smile on my face, I wasn't able to hide it. How could he say something like that?

I patted my cheek many times before finally calming myself down, but it didn't work for long.

Five or so minutes later, again, whatever he said to me and did to me started coming into my mind, and I bit my lip. It was biting hard and I felt blood in my mouth. Hell, I couldn't even do that properly. But anyway, I couldn't stop thinking about Kevin.

Suddenly, my hand slid down between my legs and I touched myself. But unlike how I felt when Kevin touched me, I didn't feel that.

However, as the door was closed, I thought about going further. Moreover, Kevin didn't come behind me, so maybe he wouldn't come. I thought and pulled my pants off of me and, with them, my underpants too. Although I was a good girl to everyone else, in front of Kevin and in my room, I didn't want to be a good girl. I wanted to break every barrier that kept me from becoming a completely bad girl—I mean, a naughty girl.

It wasn't that I hadn't played with myself before. I had done that many times before, but that day my heart was strangely beating fast.

My hand reached between my legs and I realised I was already wet. I gently touched the inside of me, and it hurt, but in a good way. Why was I feeling so sensitive suddenly? My insides were tingling only after one touch.

I took a deep breath and then, putting my finger inside me, I started moving it. My toes curled and I was biting on my shirt, so I didn't make a noise. As I continued, I felt as if I was dripping, but I didn't stop. I kept moving my hand and kept feeling the sensation more and more.

I started breathing heavily and started moaning, but didn't let any sound escape from my mouth.

As one finger wasn't enough for me, I put another one on. My eyes went wide with the pain I was feeling with those two fingers, but I didn't stop and continued.

Finally, I added one more and later regretted my decision. Tears started rolling down my eyes, but I wasn't feeling the sensation, the feeling I wanted to feel. Actually, I wanted someone to come into my room and see me like that. I wanted Kevin to come into my room when I was looking like that.