And God, she really needed to come! The teasing sensation was getting to be more than she could bear and she was feeling so damn horny she thought she would die if she couldn’t do something about it!
“But what can I do?” Bobbi muttered to herself. “Why does it feel like I’m burning myself every time I try to get some relief?”
She looked down at her hands and saw that her fingertips had turned red. Not just pink but bright red as though she’d dipped her fingers in paint.
“What the Hell?” Bobbi asked herself in a low voice. “What in the world is going on with me? Am I having a reaction to something I ate?”
But weren’t anaphylactic reactions caused by food allergies pretty immediate? She’d had an uncle once—Uncle Al—who was allergic to shrimp. The whole family went out to eat one night and he’d accidentally bitten into a shrimp egg roll. Within seconds of swallowing the first bite, his face had started turning red and he’d begun grabbing at his throat, which was swelling shut. He had also broken out in hives, all over his body.
They’d had to call the paramedics and poor Uncle Al had taken a trip to the ER and had been dosed with an Epi pen. He had made a full recovery but it had been a really scary experience—one that Bobbi still remembered vividly even though she’d only been nine when it happened.
And anyway, there was no food reaction that she knew of that made you incredibly horny, caused you to feel a phantom vibrator buzzing your clit, and made your fingers turn literally red-hot when you tried to touch yourself to ease the tension. The very idea was just crazy.
So the question remained—what the Hell was going on?
“Bobbi?” Dragon called again.
“Uh, just a minute,” she called back. “Give me just a minute, okay?”
“Are you all right? You sound upset.”
“I’m fine—I said I’m fine, Goddamnit!” she shouted. Then she made herself take a deep breath and calm down. Pissing him off was only going to make him burst into the bathroom. “Sorry—I just need a minute to myself,” she called, trying to sound normal. “Really, I’ll be out soon.” She hoped.
“All right…” He sounded doubtful but at last she heard his footsteps retreating. Good, now maybe she could figure out what was going on.
But before she could find the source of the problem, she really had to do something about the symptoms. She was going to go crazy from horniness if she didn’t come!
I can’t touch myself though, Bobbi thought. She felt a surge of determination. Well, there’s more than one way to skin a cat!
Or in this case, more than one way to get off.
She looked wildly around the bathroom for something to rub against. She kept feeling like if she just had a little bit of pressure and stimulation, she would be able to reach the orgasm she was so desperately craving.
She settled on the rounded corner of the free-standing tub. It might not be a traditional sex toy, but in a pinch it would do. Also, it was at just the right height.
Walking over to it, she whipped open her dress again and pressed her hot, swollen pussy against the cool, smooth surface…only to jump back with a yell a moment later. That burned too! But how could contact with the cool, smooth, tub feel like an open flame to her poor pussy? What was wrong with her?
Experimentally, she pressed her red fingertips to the tub—it felt icy cold to her touch. But why would it feel cold to her fingers and hot to her pussy? Why did it—?
“That’s it—what’s going on in here?”
The door opened and Dragon came in, scowling in apparent concern.
“Oh!” Bobbi jumped guiltily back from the tub and whipped her dress closed, pulling it tight around her. She put her red-fingered hands behind her back and tried to look innocent.
“Bobbi?” His voice was a soft, deep growl as he approached her. “What’s wrong with you? And don’t say nothing—I can hear you gasping and making pain noises all the way from the other room!”
“I…I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?” Bobbi flared at him. She wished he would take a step back, away from her. His warm, spicy, masculine scent was making her horniness worse—she was sure of it.
“You must have some idea,” Dragon protested. “Why are you hiding your hands behind your back?”
“I’m not hiding them. I…I’m just not showing them,” Bobbi protested weakly. God, he smelled good! And the buzzing feeling around her clit was still growing, making her feel like an invisible vibrator was masturbating her, while she was trying to talk to him like nothing was happening. It was torture! But somehow she had to keep a straight face. “I’m just fine—I stand like this all the time,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant.