About me: nineteen and was living with my brother for my
first year of college. It was extremely humid that
night, and I felt like I was going to die of heat
stroke. It was normal for me to sleep in shorts
and a tank top, but I couldn't take the heat
anymore. So I pulled them off and laid on top of
sheet smiling at the feeling of the fan blowing
gently on me. I couldn't sleep though, but I
knew something that normally helped. My hand slid
down between my legs as I spread them slowly. My
finger dipped
