“Someone is falling in love,” I said, replying and telling him how happy he looked and how cute his girlfriend is.
“She’s kind of hot. I think?” Cara squinted at the picture, moving her phone around. “I’m still trying to figure out what kind of girls I think are hot.”
I set my phone down and stared at her.
“I better be one of those girls you think is hot or this is going to get real awkward.” She looked up from her phone.
“Oh, yeah! Of course you are. You’re the hottest.” It was impossible for me not to blush when she gave me compliments, even if I asked for them.
“I think you’re hot too, Care. Like, off the charts hot. You should come with a warning label. You’d melt the polar ice caps.” She bit back a smile.
“You know those ice caps are already melting, right?”
“You’re so hot you could plunge our planet into a heatwave the likes of which this planet has ever seen,” I said. Boom, compliment.
“You’re hopeless,” Cara said, fiddling with the last of her salad. We both finished dinner and then I took a shower. I didn’t bother to put clothes on in the bathroom and just walked out with my towel wrapped around me.
I had to pass Cara in the living room to get to my bedroom, and she was reading another book. Thankfully it wasn’t the horrible one from the 50s.
Her eyes flicked up from the page and then went back down to her book, but I swore her face was starting to get red.
“What?” I said, pausing in my doorway.
“What? Nothing,” she said, staring so hard at her book, it was like she was using telekinesis to try and set it on fire.
“Uh huh,” I said, opening my door. I could feel her eyes on my back. Once I was inside, I rested against the door and took a deep breath. Taking things slow with Cara was requiring much more effort than I ever thought. My skin was itchy and tight, and there was restlessness in me that meant I couldn’t sit still, or focus on anything for long. I kept constantly getting distracted. It had barely been a few days and I was already a wreck.
“You’ve got this,” I told myself as my towel slid to the floor and I stood there naked, my hair dripping down my back. It was too hot. I couldn’t even put clothes on. I was also horny as fucking fuck. Had been for days, but I’d resisted taking care of it because I thought if I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop and then people would start to worry that I wouldn’t leave my room for three days and I’d blown all the fuses from too much vibrator use.
I laid my towel out on the bed to protect my pillows from my damp from hair and decided I was wound too tight and needed to find some kind of release. I also really wanted to sleep tonight.
I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, which wasn’t really happening. I was already so close to the edge that it wasn’t going to take much.
Licking my palm, I slicked my hand down my chest, pausing to pinch my nipples just a little. A rush of heat went right between my legs and I arched my back. Fuck, I was beyond close already. I let my mind wander, and it went immediately to Cara, only this time I wasn’t going to stop it. I was going to let myself have this.
My fingers made a quick trip down to my thighs, scraping the inside of them with my nails enough to make me shiver and for my skin to break out in goosebumps. I spread my legs open and added my second hand, stroking through the patch of hair that I kept short, but not totally shaved. Usually I took my time and teased, drawing everything out for a more powerful orgasm, but tonight, I needed to get in and get out and get it done.
I wet my index and middle fingers in my mouth and slid them inside without much further ado. A loud moan erupted from my lips and I hoped Cara couldn’t hear me in the living room.
I curled my fingers, just stroking my g-spot before pulling out and thrusting them in again, using the palm of my hand to put pressure on my clit. This wasn’t my first rodeo.
Another moan left my mouth and I bit my lip to try and be quiet. I panted and drove my hips into my hand, my legs shaking so hard they were making the entire bed tremble.
I was so fucking close, and then I heard a sound that had nothing to do with being in the throes of an orgasm.