Chapter 8
She laughed, put away the hairdryer, turned off the bathroom light, and headed to the bedroom. I followed right behind, glued to her heels, listening to the story pour out of her like a confession that got her all hot and bothered at the same time.
“It was from a girl I hooked up with a bit ago. Actually, it was her mother-in-law’s — she rolled her eyes — she snuck it from her boyfriend’s place. Anyway, total mess. It ended up staying with me. One day she got this idea for us to go out with it turned on. The thing inside me and her with the phone, controlling it.”
“And?”
“And that idiot picked a fight with me right in the middle of the street. I got pissed, turned my back, and walked off. With the damn thing still inside. And the worst part: when the phone got too far away, it would buzz on its own. Quick little vibrations, like it was searching for me. Can you imagine on the bus with that sweet little fucker inside you?”
The image lit me up. I felt my panties stick. She opened the dresser drawer, pulled something out without letting me see the rest, and tossed it on the bed. I sat on the edge. She stood by the window, arms crossed, looking at me like she was handing over the weapon for a crime.
The toy was curved, discreet, shaped like a teardrop with a little antenna. She grabbed her phone, installed the app in seconds, synced it. The screen glow lit up her face.
“It works like this,” she said, sliding her finger. The motor hummed low. I swallowed hard, wanting to laugh from nerves.
The thing vibrated and she controlled the intensity with the phone. Right then, I had this urge to bolt to the bathroom to try it, but that would be super weird. I just sat there, holding the thing, staring at it.
“If you want, I can lend it to you. Just ask.”
“Damn, for real? In your story alone, it’s been through like three different pussies, not counting the ones you didn’t mention. Kinda gross, right?”
She laughed; it was true.
“Washed, it’s like new,” but she didn’t push.
I sat there, the toy warm in my palm, studying the curved shape, the smooth texture, the damp shine from the bedroom light. It was pretty, discreet, almost innocent — and still, I knew what it could do. The skin on my neck burned. Lelly watched me with that lazy, dangerous look. Everything about her felt like an edge, a brink. One wrong step and I’d fall.
“Put it in me so I can see,” I said, half-laughing, holding the toy out to her.
She stared at me, serious. Her eyes dropped to my hand, back to my face. For a second, I saw it: she considered it.
“You wanna see my pleasure face, huh?” she replied, arching an eyebrow. “Put it in yourself. The bathroom’s right there. Want lube?”
The question came soft, but it hit hard. I went quiet. She’d read me, and the worst part was she was right.
The image grabbed me whole: me with that thing inside, walking around the house, trying to act normal while the vibration took me from the inside. Face hot, mouth half-open, body fighting not to give in. And her there on the couch, laughing, controlling every shake.
I had to breathe deep. The air came short, heavy. The toy was still in my hand, but now it felt alive, warm, pulsing against my skin. I tried to play it off, but the flush gave me away.
If we’d had enough to drink, I could’ve blamed the booze. But there was no alcohol. It was just her — and the sweet danger of a desire I couldn’t deny anymore. “God, I’m falling for this woman. Hard.”
I started feeling embarrassed about the talk when she took the little gadget from my hand, put it away without a word, and didn’t show the others I knew were there. She dragged over a stool from a vanity that wasn’t even there anymore, went up on her tiptoes, and reached for a box on the top shelf.
“Don’t look, okay?” she said, stretching, pulling the box with her fingertips. “Seriously, don’t look. Turn around.”
I obeyed, curious. Out of the corner of my eye, I just caught the motion when she came down, grabbed something, and felt around the wall near the baseboard. It took long enough for my curiosity to ache. When I was about to turn, she pressed something against me and turned it on.
The touch hit mid-back. The vibration shot through my spine and startled me so bad I jumped onto the bed and spun around.
“What the hell???” I said, out of breath. When I saw what it was, it took a second to process.
It looked like a massager. Or a torture device. Big head, long body, insane vibration. So powerful it had to be plugged in. Lelly held the beast with a mischievous grin, while the loud buzz filled the room.
“Damn… that’s intense,” I said, impressed, eyes locked on it.
Mischievously, she pressed the head of the vibrator, still on, a little below her own pubic bone, right in front of me. The shock was instant: it knocked the air out of her, she hunched, crossed her legs, and half-squatted, laughing, unable to hide the mini explosion of unsolicited pleasure. I laughed too, thrilled by the sight.
“Girl, this thing is fucking good. Wanna try?” She aimed it at me like a gun.
I took it. It was big, a little heavy. I thought about the damage. “With this, you could come in one, two minutes,” I figured, feeling my panties warm. I don’t know if Lelly noticed right away what she’d sparked in me, but the first move came right after.
She took it from my hand, pointed it at me — me sitting on the bed’s edge, legs crossed — and said, plain:
“Go on. Spread your legs.”
I did the opposite. I pulled my knees together and let out a short yell:
“No!”
“Come on, don’t be a prude. I did it to myself, just a little touch,” she insisted, laughing, pressing the vibrator head against my knees. When it hit the bone, it stung a bit and I curled up more. “Come on, girl… ‘spread ‘em so I can use you!’”
Her laugh broke my defenses. I went along with the game, uncrossing my trembling legs.
When she came in, my body reacted on its own. I closed up again, reflexively, over and over, and she had to pull back. The closest she got was when I held the big thing between my thighs to “defend” myself. The shock ran from inside out like a thin electric current. I heated up in a flash and had a fit of nervous laughter.
“Come on, damn it, stop being so uptight. Spread those legs…”
“Easy… easy… slow down,” I laughed and tried to breathe, while she menaced me with that huge head, advancing and retreating, just to drive me crazy. “Okay… now go.”
I spread my legs quick. She came with it. I was sitting and the vibrator head hit right at the top of my pussy, almost where the clit starts, not on it exactly. But what I felt wasn’t small. God.
The first wave hit inside like someone yanking a string tied to my spine and lighting everything up at once. A thick heat rose from my pubic bone to the pit of my stomach, opened a field of tingling under my skin, and sparked across my scalp. The air got short. My mouth opened from nerves, eyes went wide. And then something weird happened.
She didn’t pull the toy away.
I lost the boundary of my body. For an instant, there was no skin. There was vibration. The toy head didn’t seem to touch “one spot”; it touched them all at once: the clit echoing, lips pulsing, perineum vibrating like a taut string. Every micro movement amplified it all, and the bed under my ass turned into a drum, thumping in rhythm. My thigh wanted to close, my hips wanted to match the frequency, and I hung between the two urges, suspended, not knowing if I should beg for more or plead to stop.
One second became two, then three, and she didn’t pull it away, and I had no strength.
“Like that…” she whispered, adjusting the angle with a tiny move.
The tiny became everything. The vibration hit the exact spot. My abs clenched, back arched on reflex, and a sound escaped my throat — short, almost a choked sob. Eternity fit into three repeating seconds, each deeper than the last. I swear the bedroom light flickered with my body.
My fingers clenched, first trying to claw my own tits, then falling open on the bed for support. No more defenses. My whole body opened up, soft, surrendered, like the pleasure was an ancient command finally answered. The vibration cut through everything, breaking the air into waves. Each new pulse pulled me deeper into myself, and I let it.
I was lying down now, and my self-respect gave me the strength to pull out of an embarrassment I could’ve carried for the rest of my life.
“Lelly, stop,” I closed my thighs and pushed her hand away. “Stop, or I’m gonna come.”