Soundtrack: She Loves Me Not by Papa Roach.
I’d been in bed for only a few minutes when I heard three quiet raps on my bedroom door. I whispered, “Come in,” then The Girl I Can’t Forget peered around it.
“I can’t sleep,” she said. “Can I borrow a toy?”
What were the chances of two women asking me that in the space of like, three weeks? They were the only two women I’d slept with at that point, too. I mean, seriously, what were the chances of that?!
“Sure,” I replied, fiddling around in my bedside cabinet until I’d located the Rampant Rabbit Thruster. “I’m not a fan of this one. You can keep it if you like it.” It was the most surreal moment of my life, I think. Still, I felt it best not to tell her about the issue. What if it wasn’t too big for her, and I made her feel like she had a huge, baggy vagina for no reason? Nope. I’d keep that to myself.
The Girl I Can’t Forget took the toy out of my hands, then returned to the couch in the living room. She didn’t close my bedroom door, though… and that felt deliberate, especially a few seconds later, when I heard the loud rumble of the toy.
Rabbit
I crept out of bed and to the door, then peeked through the gap. I could just about make her out in the darkness. She was on her back, feet flat on the floor, knees up and spread, holding the toy between her legs. I could hear her, too. She wasn’t loud, or anything; I was just close enough to hear the harsh exhales after holding her breath for a few seconds. I could make out the whirrs of the metal balls inside the toy, and the buzzing of the bunny ears that were on her clitoris. Not on the highest levels, though. Mid-way, I reckoned.
I tried to pull myself away from the view, close the door quietly, and go to bed. What if the open door had simply been an accident? It wasn’t enough of a sign on its own… was it? I couldn’t drag myself away, though. I was transfixed by the sight, by her. What if the open door hadn’t been an accident? What if it had been an invitation?
Spoken words sure would’ve made things easier, you know? I can’t read my minds. Not then, and not now. I’ve really tried, too.
Just as I’d mustered enough strength to force my ears anywhere but her, she turned her head slightly… and we made eye contact. Glaringly obvious eye contact. I froze. The Girl I Can’t Forget didn’t, though. She just kept going. And she smiled at me.
Definitely a deliberate open door invitation, then. Phew.
I poked my head a little further around the door, daring to get a better view. She smiled again, then returned her focus to the toy. Part of me, a big part, wanted to get closer, maybe even lend a hand… or tongue. The sting of my last girl-on-girl fails stopped me from doing it. My part-time lesbian confidence was at an all-time low, and I couldn’t bear the thought of failing to bring her to an orgasm, too. I’d need to move out of the town. Or the county. Fuck it, let’s go with country. (Again.)
The Girl I Can’t Forget held the Rampant Rabbit Thruster in place. Bunny ears vibrating either side of her clit. Metal balls thruster up and down within the shaft inside her. She seemed to be having a lot more fun with the toy than I had. Perhaps it had been worth buying, after all.
I just watched. My fingers wanted to dive down to my cunt, but I refused to let them. I knew that I’d be sopping wet if I did. I didn’t want to miss one second of her action. Sacrificing or delaying my pleasure was a small price to pay to watch her play.
I couldn’t see the deeper details of the scene in front of me, what with it being dark, but the outline of her was sexier somehow. It was the horniest silhouette that I’d ever seen, that was for sure. I can still remember it now despite the years that have passed, and I could probably draw it if I tried hard enough. Some moments just get permanently etched into your mind, and that, was most definitely one of mine.
With one recent female fuck under my belt, I could at least pick up on the signs that The Girl I Can’t Forget was not far from coming. Her breathing gave it away first, but her leg movements came not too long after. They tensed so hard that I could make it out in the dark. Then, they released for a few seconds before tensing again – and the tensing got longer each time.
“I’m coming,” she loudly whispered.
Knew it.
Her entire body tensed tightly, and her head bowed forwards. And then, with a not-well-hushed groan that definitely woke Bestie in the room next door, it happened. She came. The tight tensing gave way to a full body release, followed by loud breaths, followed by a straightening of her legs.
I thought about clapping the performance, but quickly brushed it off as weird. (Thank fuck.) I deliberated over what to do for so long that I actually just stood there, looking rather gormless, with flushed cheeks and a stupid grin. The Girl I Can’t Forget probably thought that I was a moron.
“Night, then,” she whispered, sliding the toy down the side of her on the couch.
It took ass I had not to snatch the toy out of her hands and clean it myself, but it was too late. Her bodily fluids had already made contact with the couch material. Awesome.
Too shocked and turned on to do anything else, I whispered, “good night,” right back, then got into my bed and fell fast asleep before I even had a chance to think about making myself come at her memories.
Yay for booze. (Sarcasm.)
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Half Asleep.
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