(Author’s note: This is the follow-up to Chapter 1.1 “The Intervention.” Odd decimal points will always be part of Storyline A, set in the present and centered around the main character Vee.
Basic recap – Vee, who’s just admitted to being a pervert, and her roommate Jordan have finished eavesdropping on their neighbor having sex in the next apartment.)
Chapter 1.3 – So What Now?
Jordan and I regain our composure. They ask me, “So what now?”
The trip to the sex shop I’d envisioned turned out to be a bust. While listening to my neighbor have sex was thrilling, I wasn’t dying to get myself off either. I say, “I mean, it’s fine that we can’t go to the store. I’m not particularly horny at the moment, though I dunno if I can say the same for you?” My inflection goes up at the end, turning the statement into a question.
“Well I’m prepared to drop trow at any given moment of the day.”
I know what they mean by “drop trow” but I’d never heard someone say it in person before. Not that there’s really been a context for it to be said to me before now.
I suddenly have an idea. I try to push down my bubbling anxiety before it stops me from saying, “Would you wanna get off? Like separately,” I clarify. “Since we have the divider we could each stay on our side of the room and…” I trail off.
Jordan begins to nod. “Okay okay, I gotchu. Yeah, let’s do it. Oh, and you can use my wand! I promise you, I keep it clean and pristine.”
“I didn’t know you had a wand.”
“Vee, there’s a lot more than that in my box of goodies. But that’s for another time.” They grab my hand and we walk back to our room.
Oh yeah, it’s stuffy as hell in here. I say, “Let’s get the fan.” We circle back to the living room to retrieve it.
Our beds- Jordan’s on the left, mine on the right- sit on either side of the 12 foot tension rod that bifurcates the room. The solid black curtain is currently open, gathered towards the wall opposite the door; it fits snugly in the gap between our dressers.
We usually keep it open while we sleep and center the oscillating fan to cool down the both of us. But now we both realize the conundrum we have as we stare down the middle of the room. I imagine the fan blowing the curtain this way and that, doing away with the privacy that I want tonight.
Jordan says, “We can put the fan on your side, keep it on the stationary setting.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I know how you run warm.”
Relieved, I thank them.
Jordan goes to kneel down their dresser and pulls the bottom drawer open. From where I’m standing I can see a large yet aesthetically discreet black box. They open it and pull out the aforementioned wand and its attached power cord. They turn back to me and hold up the large massager, displaying it in front of their palm like a makeup YouTuber. Or just a YouTuber with an Adam & Eve sponsorship.
“Alright, so here we have the Adam and Eve-”
No way.
“…Magic Massager. It has two speeds-high and low.”
I six down on the floor next to them to get a closer look. Jordan points to the red button labeled ‘H-L-O’.
“And it’s just one button so the off-switch is under the L. Now, disclaimer: this has overheated on me-”
Um. “I’m sorry, what?” I ask, snapping my head up to look them in the eyes, making sure I heard that correctly.
“But that was because I was massaging my back for a while- the heat felt good to be honest. Anyway, as long as we keep it under 45 minutes you’ll be fine.”
I’m still not convinced and my face shows it.
“Vee, this thing is solid for a quick session.”
“…Okay, I trust you, Jordan.”
“Speaking of our session, how do you wanna do this? Like we could play some music on my speakers, or we could each do our own thing- I have my headphones if that’d make you more comfortable, my elusive Scorpio.”
I remember a sex toy unboxing video where the person- Meghan Tonjes- designated each one a different sun sign. She gave the silent clitoral stimulator to Scorpios, who could use it to enjoy “secretly, in the darkness of night.” I don’t know anything about the zodiac aside from the tangential knowledge I’ve barely retained from Jordan, but they and Meghan are both right about the way I value my privacy. Yes, we just listened to our neighbor- that’s beside the point. Mental note: I should buy that Air Pulse she was talking about.
“Um, headphones- yes. And there’s this video we can both watch.”
Jordan says, “Oh? Do tell.”
“Can I see your laptop?” They reach onto their bed and grab it for me.
I open an incognito tab and pull up Pornhub. I say, “Not the best site to support performers, but I send tips when I can.”
“Yeah, right? Like, I would love to subscribe to all the lovely queers on OnlyFans- not just the one person I follow. But maybe I need to be on there getting another check, you know?”
“Oh, you’d probably do well.”
“You think so?” I nod emphatically. “I just might look into it.”
I can’t remember the exact title of the video so I type one of the performers’ names “Agata Ruiz” in the search bar and click on her page. Under “Most Viewed” is the video in question: “Latin Girlfriends Fuck After Watching Porn – @AgataRuiz4 and @SoyMarce_Sh”.
“Just ignore the title.”
“I’ve seen the words ‘ebony’ and ‘chocolate’ too many times to count. It’s just how it is.”
“Okay, so we’re ready to do this?” I ask a bit tentatively.
“I am if you are.”
We both stand up and Jordan passes me the wand. “I’ll let you know when I have the video ready,” I tell them.
I go to my side of the curtain and start to get myself prepped. I turn the fan on and then get a towel to lay down on the mattress. I pull down my shorts so that I’m dressed down to my tank top and men’s boxer briefs- I kick them aside and climb onto the bed to get myself comfortable.
I plug the wand into the extension cord on the floor and test out each setting against the palm of my hand. The low setting is stronger than I thought, and the high setting…It’s almost twice as powerful as that of my last vibe (RIP). I might have to stick to the low setting for now.
My instinct is to pull the blanket over me, but it’s unbearable for my already warm-blooded body.
I call over to Jordan, “Hey, you promise not to open the curtain, right?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
I lift the blanket and form it into a bundle at my feet. The breeze from the fan cools me down in an instant.
I take out and put in my knock-off Airpods, then remember that the right one hasn’t been working for some reason. I open the case and slide the right bud back in, snapping it shut.
I let Jordan know that I only have one side in. They say, “That’s fine!”
“Alright, you ready?” I hear from the other side of the divider.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Three…two…one.” I hit play.
An ad plays, and I’m about to mention it when Jordan’s like, “Skip the ad, skip the ad!”
I press “skip ad” the second it appears. “Okay, we’re good!” I shout back.
The scene opens with two blondes in a kitchen, faced away from the camera. They’re dressed only in white shirts and underwear that show off their cheeks. The tanner one (Agata) with a small frame and tattoo sleeves is grabbing plates while the other girl- curvier with a nice round ass- grabs a pizza box from out of the oven. This is the first time I’m playing the intro with the sound on- thankfully there’s English subs- but the mic really picks up on the clacking of the plates. And as for the pizza: they were probably just storing it in there for production’s sake, but could they heat it up while it was still in the box? I wonder.
They make conversation about their day- the smaller one says she wants to break up with her girlfriend- each grab a slice of pizza, which I now see has pineapple.
With my right ear still exposed to the sounds outside of my screen, I hear Jordan go, “Is that fucking pineapple? Ooh but pizza sounds so good right now. Hey, Vee! Wait, can we pause it for a second?”
I hit the spacebar. The video’s paused on the curvy one- Marce, I assume from her username- grabbing a drink from the fridge. “Yeah? Also, you’re hating on pineapple when you’d rather eat Jollibee spaghetti over what your dad makes?
“Hey! He overcooks that shit to mush. The man clearly never cooked with my grandmother. And Jollibee is great and you know it. You’re the one who introduced it to me!”
I can’t argue with them- nothing beats their peach mango pies, though. On more than one occasion, Jordan has driven us to the closest one- 4 hours away in Chicago. Ohio really needs to step it up. I say, “Okay okay, fair enough. But you were saying?”
“Wanna order a pizza? I think 7-11 delivers.”
I’m so down. “Oh, sure! I’ll send you some money, let me know how much.”
I hear an “Mhm.” There’s a few seconds of silence before Jordan says, “They just have pepperoni, but that’s okay. Want me to add a fruit cup so you can ruin your half?”
“Oh fuck off,” I say facetiously.
They say that the order went through. “Okay, six dollars is fine.”
I open my CashApp and send the $6 their way along with a pizza emoji.
I’m not sure if we should go back to the video now. I don’t wanna be interrupted by a pizza delivery, hands-free or not. It’s ironic considering how much of a porn trope that is. “Hey, how long do we have before they get here?” I ask Jordan.
“It says…25-35 minutes. That’s enough time to finish the video, right?”
I look back at the laptop and see that there’s a little under 15 minutes left. Whew, alright. Better get back to it ASAP.
“Yep. What’s your timestamp? I’m at 0:39.”
“Okay, got it!”
This time I start the countdown, “Three…two…one.”
The women continue their conversation about their disappointment with the people they’re seeing and then segue into deciding to watch a horror movie. There’s a few awkward cuts in between dialogue; the acting isn’t bad, just a bit stiff at first. At least I know that the sex will be good.
They make their way to the couch and Agata flips through channels until a lesbian porno comes on. How meta. She leaves it on and after a minute of them watching it in silence, she asks Marce, “Have you had sex with a girl before?”
And that’s my cue to start a queue of songs I have opened on YouTube. “Gimme” by BANKS plays first- the slow build of the intro matches the tension between the women on screen.
She replies that she did when she was younger, but the lack of experience left something to be desired. But she says that she’s willing to try again and reaches over to rub Agata’s inner thigh- Marce’s hand travels up her torso to her breast. She asks, “You wanna try with me?” to which Agata takes a moment to eye-fuck her before saying, “Yes.”
As they lean in to kiss, I slide my hand down my underwear and start to rub my clit. I’d shaved my pussy a few days ago for a Tinder hookup that fell through- the girl said she’d gotten back together with her ex. No big deal- at least I could breathe down there.
I can hear Jordan moaning softly behind the curtain. Part of me wishes I could watch them, but I want to maintain some semblance of boundaries between us. I shift my focus back on the video; the camera is on Marce’s backside- she’s on top dry-humping on Agata’s lap. She takes off her long sleeve shirt, revealing a back tattoo that connects to one on her left tricep. The camera moves to get a side view of them. Agata sucks on her nipples, and they both grope each other’s breasts before Agata goes back to sucking while Marce rides her. She slaps Marce’s ass and tells her to stand up.
I use my free hand to reach under me and squeeze my ass cheek as Agata pulls down the other’s lace G-string and presses kisses to her plump butt. She snakes her hand up her back to her neck, pulling the fully nude Marce back onto the couch.
I take off the boxer briefs and grab the wand next to me. I turn it to “low” and the buzzing is not subtle. But the sound dampens as I press it to my clit, and instantaneously I nearly yelp, overwhelmed by the vibrations. I lift the wand and take a second to recover. Slowly, I ease it back down and gently move it up and down my labia before I make direct contact with my clit again. When I do, I modulate the amount of pressure I add- if I push the wand down on my clit for too long I risk cumming too quickly. I choose to ride the waves of stimulation for as long as I can for these next 10+ minutes.
They take turns rubbing each other’s clits, and Agata pulls her shirt off- Marce takes her pierced nipples into her mouth looking up to meet Agata’s eyes. The next song comes on: “Fantasy” by Alina Baraz and Galamatias. Agata and Marce’s sighs are echoed by the hazy instrumental and Baraz’s breathy vocals.
The beat kicks in and I begin to rock my hips to the warm, pulsating synths. I gather my shirt up to my neck exposing my tits- they’re hit with the cool breeze from the fan. I take one of my erect nipples and pinch it between my fingers. The pain offsets the heavenly vibrations of the wand that reverberate from my clit to my gut, which is now a cage full of butterflies.
The cameraman goes behind the couch to get an over-the-shoulder shot of Agata’s perspective: Marce is licking and sucking Agata’s pussy while fondling her tits. Agata pulls her up to lap the cum off her mouth. She stands up and turns Marce to take her spot on the cushion, all while continuing to kiss her. With their torsos joined, their breasts rub against one another. When I see that there’s five minutes left of the video, I cut “Fantasy” a little short and start “Kiss to Kiss” by The Swiss (Pyramid remix). The song is similar to the last- the lush eroticism is just taken up a notch in its tempo and airy glitchiness.
The highlight of the video for me is about to begin: Agata presses one of her breasts between Marce’s legs, dragging her nipple up and down her center. She sucks on her tits before bringing her head down to Marce’s smooth pussy. Agata, whose tired eyes are accentuated by the heavy lashes she’s wearing, looks up while she eats her cunt. She even digs in with the tip of her nose for added stimulation. Her tongue doesn’t let up, and I mirror her near-constant contact by pressing the massager fully against my throbbing bud.
Jordan’s moans grow louder. Even though I know that they have their headphones in, up until now I’ve been shy about my own vocal releases. I finally let myself whine in pleasure. Knowing how the video ends, I decide to close my eyes and shut out the visual world as I manipulate the vibrator. I slide it down to my dripping cunt and turn it up to “high.” My body jolts in response and I use both hands to steady the shaft, slowly moving the head along the length of my lips, just shy of my clit.
The climax of the song is approaching and I hear a wet, rhythmic smacking from the other side of the divider. As the music swells I guide the head to my clit and my hips writhe upward. I wail loudly as the vibrations course through my whole body. I squirt for the first time ever- the hot liquid drips down and immediately becomes cool from the brisk chill of the fan. I lift the vibrator and my wails simmer down to a whimper as my body continues to quiver.
I can tell that Jordan is about to cum- the smacking sounds quicken and their groans turn into a rapid succession of moans that increase in pitch. They finish on one final grunt and start to pant like I am- we’re both deflated. I open my eyes and look back at my screen to see the women share one last series of cum-laden kisses before it cuts to black.
Only our breathing fills the silence for the next couple of minutes, and I’m hoping that Jordan’s the first to say something.
Jordan delivers and says, “Oh, I needed that.” I hear some faint rustling- I think they’ve taken out their headphones. “Sounds like you’re finished too- enjoy yourself?”
“Yeah. Thanks for agreeing to do this.” They say of course.
I remember the pizza and ask them again when it’ll get here.
“Um, lemme see…Okay, nine minutes away.”
“Alright, I’m gonna get dressed.” As a reminder I add,”No peeking!”
“Yeah, yeah. Do you mind watching for the order actually? I wanna hop in the shower real quick to get some…fluids off of me.”
“Sure, go ahead.” Jordan says thanks and slides their phone underneath the curtain. Still wearing only my tank top, I get up to take it and see the car icon slowly making its way to the apartment on the map. I sit back down on my bed. The driver’s now eight minutes away.
I figure I can take a shower after we eat, so for now I dry myself off with the towel.
Jordan says that they’re completely naked, but that I can take a peek on their way out. They add, “And I’ll keep my eyes closed if you’re not dressed yet.”
I tell them, “Yes, please.”
I watch as Jordan walks toward the door, arms extended to feel their way out to the hallway. My eyes linger on their small but firm buttocks, and then I catch their brown cock hanging between their dark olive thighs. A stir of desire within me resurfaces.
Jordan makes it to the door frame and steps out into the hall. I hear them walk away in a now confident stride.
I’m tempted to give the wand one more go, but the bathroom is right across the hall and the massager’s buzzing is pretty loud. Not that Jordan would really care, but I’m still timid.
I lay back on the bed and wait until I hear the water running before I slide two fingers inside of me. I thrust in and out and then apply pressure against my upper wall, digging circles into my G-spot- a sort of rotating “come hither” motion. I ball up the fabric of the front of my shirt and use it to gag myself. My fingers press harder and harder, my wetness turns into an audible squelching. I howl into the balled-up mess of cotton as I’m launched into my second orgasm of the night. My body quakes once more- my cunt is spent. I take the fabric out of my mouth and let myself catch my breath.
I take my fingers out and wipe the cum on the towel. With my clean hand I check the app for the delivery- four minutes left. I get dressed and walk to the kitchen sink to wash my hands, taking the phone with me.
The shower stops running and the bathroom door clicks open a few moments later. I can hear Jordan’s footsteps in the hallway from behind the kitchen wall. They’ve gone to the bedroom.
I wander back to the living room and take a seat on the couch. Jordan comes out, back in their clothes, and plops down next to me reaching out for their phone.
“Here I can take that back, thank you.”
I hand it to them. “Mhm, they’re just around the block.”
It’s quiet, which I don’t mind normally- but I don’t have my phone to keep me occupied. Should I just grab it? No, that feels rude. The food will be here any minute now. I start to pick at the peeling faux leather next to my thigh.
We hear a car pull up and look at the window- the glow from the person’s headlights is visible through the shutters.
Jordan says, “Sweet, that’s them.”
A silhouette appears against the window and disappears shortly after. I wait for them to go back down the stairs before I open the door. I pick up the box and call out to the driver, “Thank you!” We wish each other a good night. And a good night it is indeed.
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