I recalled more about Michael, our kiss, his electric fingers touching my body, the perfect physical experience.
My mind drifted toward pleasure. Before I met Michael, I had few sexual thoughts, and the few physical encounters Robert gave me were nothing but disgusting and revolting. I even thought for a moment that I lacked the experience of pleasure. But Michael seemed to have activated something in me.
I reached down with my finger. This was where Michael had touched me.
I imagined Michael's finger touching me. I pressed my finger into the flesh to feel the pleasure, but it was not enough. Not there.
I moaned softly and blushed as I touched my body all over. The feeling of doing it myself was completely different from someone else doing it, and I was frustrated that I couldn't fully be aroused. I pulled my hands out from under me and rinsed them in the shower.
Before I knew it, my body seemed to have identified her owner, making me uncomfortable.
