The silk of my tank top and shorts felt cool against my skin as I climbed into bed. The seam of the shorts rubbed my slit. I shivered despite the heat in my room. It was the dead of summer and my AC had gone out. Again. Maintenance had promised to be by first thing Monday morning - it was Saturday. Great, I'd complained, two more nights of sweating my ass off.
I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and felt my smooth skin. I toyed with my pussy lips and let my finger graze over my clit. My other hand moved to my breast, rubbing my nipple through the fabric. Another night alone in my bed. My Rabbit sat on the pillow next to me. I closed my eyes as I teased my pussy. My fingers were experts, but I was craving something more. It had been months since my last relationship ended and even that sex had been less than satisfying.
I released my breast and reached for my vibrator. My mind conjured up images of a familiar face. His was often the one I'd picture as I brought myself to orgasm. I slid the opening of my shorts aside as I pressed my pink Rabbit against my wet cunt. Slowly, my wetness allowed the six inch soft rubber slip in.
The sound of urgent knocking jolted me. I yanked out the vibrator and dropped it. My heart pounded at the sudden interruption. I glanced at my phone, it was almost 10. I flung my legs over the bed and debated grabbing my robe to cover myself. My shorts didn't cover my ass and the tank top was so flimsy, my hard nipples poked right through. But, it was too fucking hot for a terry cloth robe. As I rushed to the door, my pussy dripped. Frustration rushed over me.
I stood on my tiptoes and peered through the peephole. It was him - I'd just been fantasizing about him and here he was. My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed my body against the cool metal door of my apartment. A shiver went down my spine as I watched him brush his hands through his brown hair. I took a deep breath, adjusted my tits in my tank top and tried to calm my twitching cunt.
"Ray," I said in my sexiest, throatiest voice as I yanked the door open. The throbbing in my pussy emboldened me as I stood there, half naked, staring at the source of my fantasies.
"Hey, Jess," he said, less enthusiastically. His eyes took me in and a slight smirk spread across his face. "Did I wake you?"
"No, I was just getting ready for bed," I lied. I wondered how he would have reacted if I'd said, "I was just about to fuck myself while I pictured you mounting me."
I stepped back and invited him in. His broad shoulders turned slightly as he slipped past me. Ray and I had been friends since college and despite my lust for him, we'd remained platonic all those years. Sure we flirted, but one of us always seemed to be in a relationship and we never moved beyond casual flirting - no matter how many times I'd fantasized about it.
"I saw your Facebook post that your AC was out, so I brought ice cream to cool you down," he smiled. My heart was racing. As his eyes drank me in, my pussy responded by soaking my shorts. His eyes lingered on my breasts before moving down to my exposed midsection and on to my legs. He'd never seen this much of me before.
"Ray! That's so sweet, thank you!" I giggled and twisted my fingers through my long, blonde hair. I sounded like a little school girl. I rolled my eyes and dropped my hair from my hands. I stepped back and crossed my arms, trying to calm myself. I was certain he could see the desperation running down my legs. I had been moments away from releasing my tension and my body was still on edge. The way he was looking at me wasn't helping either. His blue eyes were peering right into mine. They were filled with an intensity I'd never seen.
"Jess," his voice deepened. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him, hungry.
"I'll get some spoons," I said and felt my resolve fading. As hot as I was feeling right now, I knew there was no way he returned the feeling. Ray went for tall, thin models - not petite, curvy girls like me. He'd been the cliche quarterback dating the cheerleaders and I'd been the smart best friend who helped him study. Our flirting was always innocent and harmless.
"The bedroom is the coolest spot," I called over my shoulder as I scurried into the kitchen. Suddenly I was aware just how skimpy my shorts were. My ass was rather round and supple, as my ex described it, and these tiny black Victoria's Secret shorts were far skimpier than I remembered. I could feel the silk riding over my cheeks as I walked.
I grabbed the spoons and cursed myself for not grabbing my robe. I tugged at my shorts and tank top, trying to cover myself. I walked slowly back to the bedroom in an effort to get my breathing, and my pussy, under control. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about this very scenario before. He'd been the source of many late nights with my vibrator. I'd imagine his big, strong hands grabbing my breasts. His soft lips on mine. His cock inside me.
But, I'd settled with the notion that we'd always just be friends.
"Oh," I mumbled as I walked into the bedroom. My face flushed a deep shade of crimson as I stared at him. He'd removed his jeans and shirt and was sitting on my bed in his boxers. His chest was already beading with sweat - it felt like my apartment was at least 100 degrees.
"It's a fucking sauna in here," he said. He leaned back on the bed, resting his hands behind him. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his hand grab something.
He looked at me, perplexed, as he held up my Rabbit - my bright pink vibrator complete with a clit stimulator. It was still wet from being inside me moments ago.
Oh. God. No.
"I guess you weren't sleeping," he said and laughed nervously. He held it up and marveled at it for a second. Then he looked up and me and smirked. "I've got at least an inch on this thing."
He'd always had a brass sense of humor. Normally, I'd laugh and lightly punch his arm. But, this was different. I dropped the spoons on the bed and ripped my vibrator from his hands.
"Please don't," I shook my head and fought back tears. This was humiliating and not how any of my fantasies played out. I quickly threw it in my dresser. "Thanks for the ice cream, but you should go."
I refused to turn and look at him as I stood there, arms crossed. My back was to him so he couldn't see the tears that had broken free. All those nights spent dreaming about this and here we were - except now that he was here in my bedroom, I was crying and dying of embarrassment. I should have just ignored the knocking stayed in bed with my vibrator..
Get it together, Jess, I silently urged myself.
