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So this feels strange to me. The fact that I can’t stop picturing Deck in my head. That I can’t stop imagining how it would feel to touch him, for him to touch me.

I go to bed hoping that this obsession will have dissipated when I wake up in the morning, but lying in bed in the dark makes it worse.

Deck hasn’t come to the room yet, so I’m all alone. In bed. Under the covers. Wearing nothing but panties and a loose T-shirt.

Thinking and thinking andthinkingabout Deck.

My self-control must not be what I’ve always believed it to be because I finally slide my hand between my legs and rub my clit through the fabric of my panties. I’m aroused enough from imagining having sex with Deck that my body leaps toward climax at the first pressure of my fingers.

My breath sounds loud in the silent room as I rub myself fast and hard. Even the fear that Deck might burst into the room at any moment doesn’t quench the sensations.

In fact, it somehow intensifies them.

A lingering remnant of self-preservation makes me turn over onto my other side so I’m facing the wall instead of the door. I pull my covers up higher.

My momentum toward orgasm breaks from the repositioning, so I have to start again. But it doesn’t take long until I’m close again, my body tensing up and my skin blazing with heat.

It’s then—of course it’s then—that the door to the bedroom swings open and Deck’s presence fills the room.

I was so close. Almost there. I almost whimper with the frustration.

The sound of his motion stops abruptly. I know he’s peering at me in the dark.

I don’t move. Don’t breathe. Hold my hand perfectly still despite the way my whole body is throbbing.

After a minute, he stops checking me out. I hear the sounds as he undresses and then climbs up to the bunk above me.

My arousal was halted so abruptly my pussy actually aches. I never make a conscious decision, but I very carefully start rubbing my clit again.

If I make no sound or motion, Deck will never know.

And I’ve got to relieve some of this tension if I’m ever going to sleep.

The interruption only slowed me down slightly. Soon I’m on the cusp of release again, fighting against the urge to rock my hips and release little moans because it feels so good and I need it so much.

Deck is still moving occasionally above me the way he always does to get comfortable on the small bed. He’s paying no attention to me.

And I’m almost there.

I fall over the edge on that thought. I keep pushing hard against my clit as the spasms of orgasm radiate out from my center. I manage not to move, but there’s no way I can suppress a soft gasp of pleasure.

It’s fine.

Deck has grown still now. He always falls asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow.

He didn’t hear. And if he did, he won’t know what that gasp was from.

My body feels so much better. It’s relaxing, washed with waves of satisfaction.

That’s all I needed. I’m fine now.

Everything is fine.

I’ll go to sleep and forget about this whole thing by morning.

I’m still convincing myself of that fact a few minutes later when Deck suddenly climbs off his upper bunk, stuffs his feet into his shoes, and strides out the bedroom door.

I turn over and gape at the door in the dark, startled and upset by his abrupt departure.