~Lindsay's POV~
I couldn't stop thinking about it. My body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing like I'd been plugged into some forbidden outlet.
At 20, I was supposed to be figuring out college apps or whatever, but all I could focus on was the ache between my legs. I'd touched myself last night, fingers slipping over my slick folds, imagining a real man pinning me down, his rough hands everywhere. But it wasn't enough.
I needed more...something raw, something that would stretch me and make me scream. Parents were out for the weekend, thank God, leaving the house empty and me alone with my frustrations. The kitchen light had been flickering for days, so I finally called the electrician. Maybe it'd be a quick fix. Or maybe... nah, I shook my head, but the thought lingered.
The doo
