You keep moving your fingers faster and faster inside of you, until they are moving in and out two or three times a second. The sensation in your crotch grows stronger, but it feels different from when you were a guy. Moreso than as a guy, it spreads throughout your entire body, and even your tiny millimeter thick nipples grow erect. The feeling finally explodes, and you sit gasping and flushed in the public bathroom stall. Suddenly aware of the world, you glance from under the stall hoping that you are still alone in the restroom. Thankfully, the restroom is still empty, and so with a blush you quickly slip your underwear and shorts back on.
Your hands are still dripping from your handywork, so you quickly wash your hands, and slip out of the restroom and into the evening sun. You feel weird and slightly dirty, but also strangely content, still glowing from your first female orgasm. Girls have it pretty good after all, you think to yourself.
This thought reminds you of your girlfriend Molly. The two of you haven’t yet gotten past third base, but when your fingers were inside her, she would moan loud enough that the neighbors would complain. You wonder what she would say if she knew you had just fingered yourself. Face suddenly warm, you wonder if she is home at her downtown apartment. Unconsciously you find yourself wandering in the direction of her place, and before you know it you are in front of her door. You knock three times on the door, you hear footsteps and the door swings open revealing