After a long hot shower, Meredith blissfully buried herself into the clean white sheets and cotton blankets of her bed. She was never one to do without a steady night of sleep. Her body cried out now for a nap and she snuggled her bed like a lover, waiting for the unconsciousness that would restore her to her steady state. Strangely, she had gone to bed nude which she almost never did. She was still feeling sexual from her orgy and she realized she had put no clothes on because unconsciously she intended to masturbate thinking about last nite. Meredith placed herself in her masturbation position, on her back with the bottoms of her feet touching and her legs spread. Her chosen method was to first tease the labia and surrounding pubic hair with her index finger as gently as she could, but then switch to the rather uncommon open palm vigorously rubbing her entire pussy.

At first, she thought about the savagery of 4 males taking her, replaying it in her head. But an image of Brad Pitt's ripped abs in the movie Troy suddenly caught her fancy and the orgy became an unnecessary subtext to her fantasy.

Brad Pitt's marriage to Angelina Jolie was something which had actually made him more attractive for her. His marriage to Jennifer Anniston reeked of that Hollywood narcissusism that appeared both shallow and sterile. His longing to be a father, to spread his seed and nurture younglings made his manhood evident and rich like the smell of a man's white pearl at the moment of ejaculation. She saw herself on her knees giving him head and staring at those perfect abs 6 inches in front of her face. He was smiling down at her in that confident cocky way that men had when they got to play the role of dominant male. His abs were that deep red/brown after a day of surfing in the sun at the beach. She imagined the smell of coconut oil and little sprinkles of perfect coral sands clinging to tiny blond hairs on his abs. Little tingles of surprising electricity shot up from the base of her spine as the fantasy intertwined itself with her thoughts seeming more real.

To take it one step further, she imagined him slightly humiliating her. A boyfriend in college had told her once when she was giving him head on his bed in his dorm room that she would appear to go cross-eyed when she was looking at his cock while sucking it.