With a furtive glance at the closed door, the religious teen eases herself onto her bed, her heart pounding with anticipation. She's left her window open a crack, the cool night air whispering through, carrying with it the faintest sounds of her neighborhood. She spreads her legs, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down just enough to expose her most intimate place. She touches herself tentatively at first, then with growing urgency, her breath hitching as she imagines the hands on her body belong to someone else, someone forbidden. She arches into her own touch, her body tensing as she reaches her climax, her cry of release muffled by the pillow pressed against her mouth.