Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Yep.
There it was.
ME: I think this conversation has reached its natural end.
LUCY: Goodnight, loser. Love you. xx
Pshh.
Still, I replied in the same vein before putting my phone down and lying back on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, but what good did that do? Fred’s scent was almost wrapping around me from this pillowcase, and I just wanted to curl into it and forget this morning had ever happened.
What had possessed me to start creeping on his crotch? So noticeably, too. Was I a pervert? Was my brain getting addled by all the changes in my life?
Or was it really, truly as simple as Fred was a real man and I was only just now breaking down that wall between best friend and husband? I’d never truly seen him as my real husband. Almost like we were just kids playing house, because that’s what we were doing. It was probably why I’d always been able to flippantly mention his next wife.
Not this morning, though. No. The thought of it had made me feel sick.
It did now, too.
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. As I closed my eyes, memories of this morning came to mind, unbidden. Him leaning over the bed, staring at me. On top of me, straddling my hips, pinning my arms above my head.
What would have happened if he’d gone further?
What if he wasn’t so adamant about us not having a physical relationship and decided to cross that line?
Would he have kissed me? How would he have kissed me? Would it have been hard and hot or slow and greedy? Would he have teased his tongue across my lips until it met mine?
What about his hands? Would they have kept mine pinned down? Would he have slipped his other one under my top to touch my breasts? Would he have rubbed or pinched my nipples?
How long would it take him to move down? Would he kiss his way down my body or simply touch it?
What about between my legs? Would it be his hand or his mouth? Would he slip his fingers inside me while his mouth worked outside, or would it be his tongue reaching into me while his fingers toyed with my clit?
The thought made me squeeze my legs together. The unsatisfied ache from this morning was back, and I could no longer suppress the urge to do away with it. I adjusted my legs and slid my hand between my thighs, stroking myself over my pyjama shorts. It was just enough to take the edge off, but it wasn’t quite everything I needed.
Not when I kept thinking about Fred’s head sliding between my thighs. About his tongue stretching inside me, about his fingers caressing the most sensitive parts of me.
I reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the magical purple contraption I’d pilfered from the sex bucket earlier today. It was fully charged, and I stared at it for a moment.
Could I really do this?
Could I masturbate to the thought of Fred getting me off?
Yeah. I had no shame, but I did have needs. Right now, it was his very existence that was making those needs relevant, so fuck it.
I needed an orgasm more than I needed my dignity.
I shimmied my shorts and underwear down my legs and kicked them to the side. The toy was cold, so I rubbed it between my hands to warm it up a little, then lay back and opened my legs. I adjusted the angle of the toy and reached down to touch myself. I was wet enough thanks to my lively imagination, and I slowly pushed the vibrating end of the toy inside me.
My pussy clenched around it, and I hadn’t even turned it on yet. My heart pounded in anticipation, and I let my eyes flutter shut as I pressed the ‘on’ button.
I bit the inside of my cheek as a tiny wave of pleasure floated into my consciousness. My earlier thoughts of Fred came back to my mind as if they’d just been waiting on the peripheral until I was ready, and I let my imagination take over as I gently moved the toy inside me.
I imagined it was Fred’s fingers instead, throbbing and pulsing into me. Each buck of my hips was his fingers curling to hit the good spot, and my left hand toying with my breast was actually his much larger, slightly rougher one.
The gentle vibration of the toy inside me sent ripples of happiness through my body. My blood pulsed with heat, and I arched my back, pushing it deeper inside me as a quiet moan escaped my lips.
It was almost too much.
I readjusted the toy, positioning the sucker bit over my clit. With it in place, I fumbled with the buttons until it came on and cycled through the settings. My eyes almost rolled to the back of my head at the power of one of them, and I quickly changed it to something a bit more manageable.