“Courtney!” Courtney moaned lustfully as she imagined Jeremy calling out her name. It wasn’t unusual for her to hear his voice during moments such as these, but her imagination had never been able to make it sound so real before, nor had she ever been able to hear him so clearly without first painting up a scenario in which the two of them were together.
Seconds later, she was roused from her blissful state by the unmistakable sound of someone moving up the stairs. From the way in which the sound reverberated through the house, it was becoming clear to Courtney that the person ascending the stairs would have to be quite heavy, and he or she was moving up them quite fast.
“Courtney!” Courtney heard Jeremy call out again, and her eyes went wide-open as it began to dawn on her that the reason why his voice sounded so vivid was because she wasn’t imagining it. He was coming up the stairs, less than twenty feet away from the door to her room.
It took a few more seconds before Courtney had really registered how close Jeremy was, but then she stepped into action. The first thing she did was to roll over onto her stomach and hide the small vibrator under her pillow, and then she got up on her feet and picked up her bikini bottoms.
Berating herself for picking a swimsuit which required being tied into place to wear that day, Courtney felt her fingers trembled as she listened to the sound of Jeremy’s footsteps growing stronger. By the time that she had the bottoms in place and was about to tie them together, Jeremy was directly outside her room, the sound of his voice as he called for her through her door being enough for the garment to slip from her fingers.
“Courtney!” Jeremy cried out again, adding a distraught-sounding “Are you alright?” before banging his fist against her door. Normally, Jeremy would use only a fraction of his strength when knocking on a door, but now he seemed to be employing all of it, resulting in the door to her room shaking against its hinges. It seemed as though he would knock it completely off its hinges with a few more knocks like that.
Too panicked to realize that she could buy time by letting Jeremy know that she was alright, Courtney abandoned her attempts to put on her bikini bottoms, kicking them in under her bed before picking up the pair of tight, faded denims which she had worn the day before, bringing them up in front of her just as her door took another pounding from Jeremy.
“Courtney! I heard you screaming!” Jeremy cried out, in the hopes of receiving an answer from her as he banged more than just his fist against her door, apparently being worried that something had happened to her.
As she stepped into her pants, Courtney’s initial panic began to subside, and she managed to cry out “Jeremy!” just as threw his weight against the sturdy door one last time.
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