“Yes,” I whispered into the phone, closing my eyes and imagining her hips thrusting into the air, her hand working the vibrator between her legs, her hand cupping and kneading her breast.
We were quiet for a moment, and I listened to her breathing return to normal, still keeping my hand between my thighs, covering my mound.
“Do you like your new toy?”
I smiled. “I think I’m definitely gonna keep it.”
“God, you were so hot,” she whispered. “I was so turned-on.”
“Me, too,” I opened my eyes. “I can’t wait to show John.” Kelly laughed. “I can’t wait to hear about it!”
“Hey…” I felt shy now, somehow. I knew we’d crossed over some invisible line, but I didn’t know what it meant. Talking about our sex lives was way different than doing what we just did. “Thanks for… um… showing me.”
“My pleasure, sweetie,” Kelly replied. “Anytime.” I wondered what she meant, if that was just a casual remark, but I didn’t get a chance to ask.
“Listen, I have to go get Taylor from preschool. Call me tomorrow and tell me how it all goes?”
“I will.” I We hung up. I picked up the vibrator, which was still glistening with my juices. I couldn’t wait for John to come home.
Of course, we ended up having a fight. It was just some stupid thing, about who was supposed to bring the cans in on garbage day, but neither of us was in the mood to talk to each other let alone have sex by the time we climbed into bed. I just left my new toy tucked into my night table and didn’t say anything about it.
I fell right asleep, and probably would have slept the whole night through without hearing John, but I woke up from a dream about Kelly. It was almost like waking from a nightmare, jolted, eyes wide, but my hands were between my legs, my pussy pulsing in response. I realized it was a wet dream, and I remembered Kelly was lying on the bench in the locker room at the gym, her legs spread. I had her vibrator in my hand, and I was fucking her with it. She kept asking me to use my tongue, but I was afraid.
I woke up hearing her moaning in my head as she climaxed, and realized that the bed was shaking-it wasn’t just me. John was masturbating. I smiled, closing my eyes again, listening to his hand shuttle up and down his shaft. He was unaware of me, I knew. He was too used to me sleeping through it all.
“Oh, yeah, baby, spread that ass for me,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, getting into his fantasy. My hand was still tucked between my legs, and I edged my finger between my lips as I listened to him, searching out my clit.
“Come on, let me lick it.” His hand moved faster, the bed vibrating. The thought of John licking pussy from behind was exciting. “Let me shove my tongue in your ass.” My finger froze against my clit and I think I even stopped breathing. Where was he imagining putting his tongue? His breathing was very fast, and I heard him grunt and stop moving. I knew, from listening to him before, that he hadn’t come. He waited a few moments, and I listened to his breath slow while I nudged my clit with my finger, thinking about what I’d just heard.
His hand started moving again, and I strained to hear him whispering in the dark.
My finger was rolling around my clit now, rubbing it in circles.
“You want that tongue, baby?” he murmured. “I love your little asshole.” I found myself aching to play with my new toy, to feel it filling me again, that heavenly vibration running all through me. Of course, I couldn’t do that and still hear John. I remembered what Kelly had said at the gym, about “rolling over and helping him.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned, and I could hear that his cock was slick.
I rolled toward him and I heard him stop. He was trying to control his breathing. I waited for a moment and he started again, whispering something else I couldn’t hear.
My pussy was aching, and I edged a little closer to him, touching my legs and feet to his.
He stopped again, turning his head toward me. “Tara?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I murmured, sliding a hand over his hard, flat belly under the covers. His hand was still wrapped around his stiff cock and I moved my hand over his, sliding up and down. “Don’t stop.”
“I—” He started to say something but I leaned over and licked his nipple.
“I love listening to you touch yourself,” I whispered, tracing circles in the dark.
He moaned, his hand moving again, moving my hand with his, up and down his shaft.
“That’s so hot,” I whispered. “You make me so wet.”
He groaned again, turning his face to me and searching for my mouth. I kissed him, our tongues mingled wetness and heat.
“I want to show you something.” I leaned over and pulled open my night table drawer. I found the vibrator, and switched on the low light next to the bed. John was squinting at me, and I smiled as I turned back to him, holding my toy.
His jaw dropped. Then he grinned. “Wow.”
“Do you wanna watch me play?” I pressed the button and made the little hummingbird vibrate. “You can play, too, while you watch me. Maybe we can come together.”
His eyes went from me to the vibrator. “Yeah.”
I leaned back, my pussy facing him, lifting my t-shirt so he could see. He rolled onto his elbow, and the sheet slipped off his hips, and I could see his hand moving slowly up his shaft.
“This part vibrates,” I explained. “This little bird.” I pressed it to my clit, turning it up a little higher and moaning. “And when you put it inside,” I said, sliding the pink tip deep into me. “It rests right against my clit.”
“Nifty invention,” he breathed. “How long have you had it?”
“It came this afternoon.” I started moving the vibrator in my pussy. I watched John’s eyes. He was transfixed, his hand moving faster over his cock.
“Mmm, and did you come this afternoon, too?”
“Yes.” I flushed, remembering Kelly. “But there’s more.”
“Does it slice and dice, too?” He grinned at me and I giggled.
“If I press this button, these little beads rotate.” I turned it on and felt them beginning to move inside of me. The sensation was incredible and I moved my hips with it.
“Damn,” John whispered as he watched me. “That’s hot.”
“It makes me come really hard.” I moved it deeper inside of me, pressing the vibrating hummingbird close so the wings spread wide over my clit.
“Lemme see,” John murmured, watching my hand working between my legs. My eyes drifted to his cock, the tip red and wet with pre-cum, his hand pumping it faster now.
I edged the vibrator up a notch, using one hand while I tugged at my nipples with the other. John groaned, his hand flying over his cock now, as I thrust my hips up, moaning and grinding.
“Oh, God,” I said, seeing him jerk his cock through half-closed eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna come!”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Oh fuck, Tara! You’re so hot!”
“Ohhhhhh!! Yes, yes! Oh, John!” I came hard, bucking my hips and fucking myself deep with the toy. John grunted, his cock spasming in his hand as he came, waves of hot cum bursting from the tip and running down the shaft.
I slid the vibrator out of my pussy, and John reached for it. He looked at it from a few angles, turning it over in his hand.
“That was a surprise.” His eyes slipped back down to my wetness.
“A good surprise?” I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. He nodded, smiling, reaching for me, and I went to him.
“You really like hearing me jerk-off?”
I nodded against his chest. “I’ve been listening at night,” I admitted. “Sometimes I touch myself, too.”
“Really?” He sounded shocked. I just nodded again. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”
I looked at the vibrator in his hand and smiled.