Day 36 of Quarantine
Vera
I’m up early; earlier than I had planned. The sun’s rays streak through the curtain and onto the old wood floor. Despite the surplus of sex I’ve had over the past several days, I wake up with an aching and yearning between my legs.
Cade is gone for the day. He began working a few days a week in the office. Will has also began leaving home a couple days a week, leaving Ashley and I alone to bond on the weekdays. Typically, we drink coffee together and chat about how strange our lives have become.
Today, however, the pulsing urges I have beneath the sheets require immediate attention. Lazily, I reach into the bedside table drawer and feel around for my tool of choice. Found it. My trusty pink vibrator. It’s pretty standard, has a few settings, and fun little bunny ears that tickle my clit.
Without needing to look, I turn the device to my preferred setting. I start on low power; just a gentle buzz. I can already feel my wetness dampen my baggy pajama shorts. I use the pink rod to stimulate my thighs and lower belly. Soon I can’t help but pass over my pussy lips, desperate for the stimulation.
I tuck the vibrator under the fabric of my shorts and split my puffy lips. The head of the tool is quickly lubricated and is sliding easily up and down my slit. Despite a strong impulse to focus on my clit, I make long, deliberate strokes from the top of my clit, down to the bottom of my opening. I focus on feeling all of the different nerve endings that are stimulated.
Soon, I’m in a zone, a sort of meditative state. My eyes are closed and my legs are spread wide. I’ve kicked any remaining sheets and bedding down to the bottom of the bed. I feel the cool air brush against my warm, wet middle.
I don’t always feel in the mood for the vibrator to enter me, but I am definitely feeling it today. I line up the tip with my entrance, and push in, the sensation of fullness taking my breath away momentarily. I make slow in and out gestures, feeling the little ridges of the fake cock along my walls.
The little bunny ears have begun tickling each side of my clit when my attention is drawn elsewhere.
“Well good morning, miss lady,” Ashley croons as she slowly stalks toward me. She is wearing a loose black tank top that poorly attempts to cover her tits. She wears lacy blue undies on bottom. “Getting the day started off right, are we?”
I’ve learned to recognize that tone of voice. I’ve been friends with Ashley for decades, and over the past month have learned her sexy tone. I wasn’t planning on having company this morning, but my eyes are feasting on her out of bed look.
“Trying,” I reply, the vibrator still inside me. I never stopped pleasing myself, even when Ashley walked into the room. “Maybe I could use some help?” I pout.
“I think that’s for the best,” Ashley says in her sultry tone. She climbs onto the bed, on all fours, stalking me like her prey. I see her shoulder blades glide as she moves her arms. “How can I help you?”
Before I can reply, she’s gently kissing my neck and throat. I smell her hair – herbal and minty – Ashley’s smell. I continue working the pink cock and Ashley drops a hand down to my thigh, making slow gestures up and down. She travels up to my lips and we share a soft, lightly tounged kiss. I figure it’s a kiss only another girl could understand.
While she nibbles my lip, she takes the vibrator with one hand and helps me guide it in and out. “Mmm. You know just how to work me, don’t you?” I groan.
“Shh. Just lay back. I’ll take it from here,” she reassures me. I surrender control of the cock feel myself squirm a little from the high level of arousal I’m feeling. I raise my arms up and out, as if grasping for something, then I tuck my elbows in to access my nipples, which are already hard.
Ashley watches me play with myself, and she takes the liberty to bend down and gently suck each nipple, giving me some wetness to play with. I notice her body begins to move with the motion of the vibrator, as if her pussy craves it, too.
I sigh and pull out the toy, then hurriedly pull off my shorts, giving her full access to me. I lay back down, now unrestricted by fabric. “Now yours,” I say.
Her eyes crinkle in a wicked grin, and she peels off her lacy number. “Let’s try something,” I suggest. An idea had flashed in my mind, and Ashley is a great person to experiment with.
I pull my legs up and knees together, and motion for her to pull herself up to me, as if she was fucking me with a strapon. Then I have her maneuver the vibrator between our soft centers. I wasn’t sure how the logistics would work.
It works. Simultaneously, I can feel the buzzing of the toy and the warmth of her skin on me. She makes minor adjustments, and soon we’re comfortable.
“Bright idea,” She says, looking up at me with pleasantly surprised eyes.
“Uhh, just fuck me already,” I urge.
Ashley pulls up closer to me, pressing the toy more harshly against my pleasure spots. “Like this?” She asks.
“You’re getting closer,” I tease.
Her brow furrows, then she thrusts with more force, causing the bed to rattle. She adds the element of sliding the toy up and down, our lips hugging it from each side. “That’s about right,” I moan, my eyes fluttering.
Ashley, who is no stranger to fucking with a strapon, picks up intensity as she goes along. Soon she finds a rhythm of thrusting and guiding the vibrator between us. “Come for me,” She orders.
“Uh huh,” I groan. “Keep going. Right there.” She focuses in on my clit, pressing so hard it’s nearly painful. I feel her legs start to quake, her own orgasm caught up and is ready to unleash itself.
My body tenses, and I allow all of the small sensations to gather before exploding. Then I release, my legs kicking and body twitching with orgasmic intensity. Ashley has finished her orgasm and she watches me with entertained interest.
We slowly rock our bodies down to a hault. The cool air now mixes with the warmth and wetness of us both. She rolls off of me, and lays on the bed, looking up. I close my eyes and try to absorb the moment. The physical tension that has been released, the closeness I feel with Ashley, the scent of the room after we fucked.
“Goddamn, do we even need the boys?” She jokes. We look at each other with an eyebrow raised, both thinking how we could probably make it work if we wanted to. “Anyways, time for coffee?” Ashley rubs my leg tenderly and pulls herself up from the bed.
“Mmhmm,” I moan with a dreamy smile. “Be right there,” I mumble, then drift off to sleep a while longer before the day begins.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iplelt/vera_and_ashley_in_the_morning_ff