By Hana M Brimeck

I close the window, close my eyes, turn, fall back, and slid down to the floor. I take a moment to catch my breath until my thoughts are interrupted by a cold shiver.

‘I need a hot shower.’ I say to myself as I finally pick myself off the floor with a groan.

I peel off my wet sweater and bra, not like they were doing much to cover me anyways. Taking a moment to touch my breasts cupping them in my hands in a futile attempt to warm them up. My skirt drops to the floor in a wet clump followed by my light pink, not see through, cotton panties. I stare in the mirror at my naked body, pinching and lifting at spots.

I step into the shower, the warm water feels good against my cold skin. I hadn’t realized how cold my body was from the rain. My kiss with Donatello made my body feel hot and aroused. I play the scenario of his kiss back over in my head, I still feel the sensation of my blood pumping. Even in the shower I can feel a warm tingle between my legs. I close my eyes, imagining being held in Donnie’s arms again. His solid muscles, how easily he carried me, how swiftly he moved. Graceful yet incredibly powerful–.

My knees start to feel weak. Before I realize it my hand slips between my legs. My other hand is over my breast taking in the softness of my skin and the slight firmness of my breast, my fingertips lightly pinching, rolling my already erect nipples between them.

I let out a gasp as my fingers pass over my clit. Always so sensitive but god it feels so good. My fingers make their way down.