Wednesday Morning: Four Days After the Anniversary.
Annie worked the bullet against her clit, starting to push uncomfortably hard into her folds to get a little more buzz from it. It didn't help that her left hand wasn't quite as dexterous as her right, or that she been frigging her ever needier pussy every day since a hard go on Saturday with Sam.
She'd even stunned herself on Sunday when she slipped two fingers deep inside herself while getting off in the shower after everyone was in bed. She'd snickered out loud when she looked too long at a particularly narrow bottle of conditioner before going back to touching herself like she was a teenager again.
"Geez An, get a grip," she chided herself as a new 'brain-bubble' popped, and gave her a better idea.
So it came to be that by Wednesday, with everyone out of the house, and a modified-schedule workday, she was browsing for new sex toys online at 10 a.m. while she brought herself close to getting off over and over again. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd looked at this kind of thing, or bought a toy.
Everyone had them, whether husbands knew it or not, and Sam was supportive if not encouraging. He had even bought her 'first' one along with a terrible porno about Egyptian sex gods or some such. He didn't know it wasn't her first, but he had pretty good, and very 'safe' taste.
Shopping online made it easier and better of course, though even before her recent renaissance she'd been vaguely excited by the exoticism and taboo of those weird places where she'd been to buy gags for bachelorette parties and sorority hijinks. Her head always felt a little light in those shops, like warning and curiosity lights were flashing her into a daze.
She also had the powerful, confounding memories of one of her college roommates using a dildo. That "toy" was pretty primitive by today's standards, and probably not as big as it seemed then. Ashley Amber was pretty careful and quiet about using it, but after sharing a room and a lot of secrets for a few years it became an object of considerable concern before she graduated and moved in with Sam.
Annie had the bad luck of having an eight a.m. dance class every Wednesday the fall of her senior term. She loved dance though, and it was the only available slot that didn't conflict with requisite courses for her major. Ashley, on the other hand, had nothing whatsoever and stayed out late with the girls a couple times a month.
Ashley was a sweetheart and whether mildly buzzed, three sheets to the wind, or baked into a stupor, she endeavored to be as quiet as a mouse. It was made somewhat easier by virtue of Ash being a tiny girl. She was only a little over five feet, a super cute brunette, and a runner. She was healthy, but Annie and the gang called her 'Triple A' (Amazing Ashley Amber) because of her high-energy personality in a small package.
As such, in the third or fourth week of the semester, Annie had been sound asleep for a few hours when she was stirred by Ashley's return. Try as she might not to make a sound, the girl was clearly a little too inebriated to fulfill her good intentions.
Triple A dropped her keys. She fell over when she was taking her jeans off. She let the door slam when she went to wash up and gasped "Sorry!" as she ran back and opened and closed the door for no reason again.
Annie had to laugh as she rolled over and pulled the covers up. At her worst, Triple A was a goof. She was such a sweetheart that it was hard to get annoyed with her.
When Ashley returned, Annie was still trying to fall back to sleep. Annie could hear her rummaging around in her drawers for something and then the soft creak of Ashley climbing in the low-loft bed across the room.
Between their beds were their two desks, but with the advent of laptops, there wasn't much obstructing their line of sight with each other. In fact, with different schedules and interests, the most time the roommates spent together was talking to each other from their respective beds late at night or while taking in some TV.
Here and there Ash would scramble down and sit on Annie's bed, or even climb in with her if they were talking about something intensely, or watching a movie. Annie didn't mind, or think much of it. Triple A was warm with everybody; a hugger and a talker by nature, and it complimented Annie's more reserved nature well.
Once or twice they'd even fallen asleep together and she'd find Ash curled up next to her. Triple A dated a lot (and had an on again/off again, long distance romance with a boy back home), had a lot of friends, and was pretty busy, but she was often homesick for California. Sometimes Annie thought Ashley just felt a little lonesome, and that as her roommate, it was Annie's duty to provide a touch of TLC.
Just as Annie was starting to doze, she heard Ashley's loft start to creak again, quietly, but erratically. She was starting to get a little miffed, but knew her mate was just buzzed and probably trying to settle herself. Then the creaking became a little more steady, and the rustling of sheets a little louder. Then there was the mild squeak of the metal frame. Then a few strange sounds from Ash.
Annie rolled back over and looked through the soft darkness. She could faintly see Ashley's slight form in the oversized t-shirt she often wore to bed. Her back was to Annie, but it looked like she was wrapped around her blankets rather than under them. The pint-sized woman looked like she was rocking back and forth.
For a moment, Annie thought her friend was crying and sat up, ready to check in. Then she heard Ash inhale deeply, and exhale unevenly. Her roommate also seemed to writhe now more than rock, and Annie could more clearly see that Ash's night shirt was bunched up around her waist.
"Oh, gosh!" Annie thought to herself. If the lights had been on she would be seen as beet red. Her roommate was getting off, but she knew the only one more embarrassed than her would be Ash if she knew she'd seen her.
Annie dropped back down to her pillow. Ashley must've heard, because she stopped moving for a moment, then turned to lie flat on her back, before peeking over at Annie.
Their eyes met.
Though it was dark, Annie could see Ash's big brown eyes quite clearly. They were bright but glassy, dreamy, but intentioned. Annie thought she saw Ash bite her lip. She was locked into her roommate's gaze when Ashley spread her legs open and began undulating slowly but strongly, her hands busy down between them.
It wasn't a big room, so it wasn’t clear whether Annie was hot because Ash was actually increasing the temperature, or her own body reacted to the stimulation of the situation. It was clear that she could smell her roommate’s arousal and hear a more distinct, perverse sound - the muffled sound of something rhythmically tapping against flesh wasn't made by Triple A's hands. Annie didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or bolt. She knew what it had to be, but it was unbelievable. She couldn't move, even to hide from Ashley's surreal stare of lust.
And was it lust? Was she looking at her because she wanted something? Was Ash a lesbian? Just a crazy drunk?
As Annie resolved to pretend her friend wasn't putting on some kind of erotic exhibition for her, Ashley's face changed. Her brows furrowed and her lips parted. It looked to Annie like she was... pleading?
Annie never forgot that look, at least what she thought she saw. Ashley 's eyes darted down to look between her own legs and back. It was as if she was pleading to Annie, "Do you see what's happening here? Help me!"
Squirming in earnest now, Annie opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came to her. Mercifully, Ash finally closed her eyes. It was like someone covered a nightlight to Annie; she could only vaguely make out her roommate's shuddering body gripped by a hard orgasm. Triple A mewed something and rolled back over. The trance broken, Annie lay very still.
Was she furious? Was she flattered? What the fuck just happened?!?
She squeezed her legs together a few times. She tossed, turned, and tucked a small pillow between her legs. A fitful night of sleep passed.
At 6:00 a.m. Annie silently slipped out to the showers. She felt like she could breathe for the first time and was grateful to have class to take her mind off Ashley's pervy antics.
It was bright enough in their room when she re-entered later that morning that she could inspect the scene. Ashley was still asleep, snoring actually. Annie couldn't resist peeking over the loft at her, lying face down, naked, pert butt hanging out of her shirt. From the look of her, you'd just figure she had a typical Triple A Tuesday night... except for the dayglow green dildo on the sheet next to her.
It looked absurd, obscene. A fluorescent, seven inch, jelly cock, complete with half-balls. And awfully thick for a petite woman! How could she enjoy something like that? How did it even fit?
Annie wasn't a prude (was she?) and she certainly didn't object to sex toys or anyone's sexual orientation for that matter. But the whole thing was crass, and a little less than discrete, right? For the love of god, that thing was still glistening from its sordid work hours earlier
"Gross, gross!" thought Annie. Still, it was confusing.
Ashley really was sweet and cool. She wasn't some SWF creep. She possessed a carefree sense of self that Annie adored. She was also pretty and feminine, not that it should matter. But she was a lot like Annie - a modern girl, a modern woman of the '90s. She dressed up for formals, wore jeans and sported ponytails most days, and her workout clothes and sweats took up half her drawers. She talked about guys and sex with guys- the "Triple A" moniker was sealed by Ash's sexual affinity for a muscle-bound wrestler named Triple H after all. And she didn't talk about sex obsessively like some girls, or in any way that made her seem like she was in the closet.
And having made a few gay and queer friends, Annie learned a lot about what was normal in school, or maybe learned that there was no normal for straight, gay and everyone in between.
Maybe Ash is just a closet exhibitionist? Maybe she just had a 'horndog moment', as Sam described them?
Oh, and there's no way she's going to tell him about this.