Saturday Night Vibes [F]

I sat at a desk in my room upstairs in a long T shirt and underwear, attempting to repress myself until I finished my math homework. Or likely most of it. It was a Saturday night and my parents weren’t even there to bug me about it until I inevitably waited for the last minute, but I was bored enough that I decided to get a head start. It was for a summer class that I was taking before I left for college in the fall. My best friend was on vacation so I had no one to hang out with, and that got me thinking yet again what I was going to do without her when she goes away to a different school.

It was starting to get too hot even without pants, so I took my shirt off. Not even five minutes go by until I’m absentmindedly playing with my left nipple as I solve for x with my other hand, so I decided to take a break. As I got up to move to my bed, my stomach growled. Now I’m a little annoyed, because I can’t concentrate on anything when I’m hungry, which is only slightly above horny on my body’s priority list. I ran downstairs to get ice cream. When I opened the freezer, I shivered as the cool air kissed my hot face. I took out chocolate chip mint, my favorite flavor, then plopped a large scoop onto a cone.

After my first sweet lick, I smirked at an idea that popped into my head. I hurried back up the stairs, giggling maniacally as I dragged my tongue over my nails and down my hand. I practically leapt onto my bed and straddled my pillow. Eyes closed and on my stomach, I lapped at the melting ice cream and slowly rubbed my crotch into a dream land where I imagined it was another girl I was grinding on and licking (no one else knew I liked girls as much as boys, maybe even more)… Once I made it to the cone, I came (whoa okay it was really good, but not THAT good) to the fateful conclusion that I wasn’t aware of a way to seductively chomp a wafer, so I ate it in two bites while i continued to grind, hoping it would temporarily sate my stomach.

By now, there was a sizable wet spot on my underwear. My breathing became rugged, but I wasn’t ready yet. I put the pillow behind me, slouched up against it, and pulled my panties down halfway to my knee.

I looked down and smiled proudly at the sticky mess hugging my vulva as I took a finger and put it on my chest. I gasped in shock at how cold my finger felt on my burning body, but bit my lip and forced my finger to trail downwards. I slid it down more as it rose and fell, leisurely traversing my slender stomach and then my trimmed bush.

I gasped again as cold met scorching hot. It must have created a front, because I was dripping. I shuddered as I hooked my finger slightly past my pussy to catch whatever was dripping too far, like I did with the ice cream earlier but with a finger instead of my tongue (would if I could). As I did, the back of my wrist pushed against my panties still clinging to my thigh (it makes me feel extra naughty when I touch myself with them partially on). I traced the opening of my vagina with my finger, causing my whole body to scream out in frustration as I slowly took it away, barely resisting the desperate urge to fuck myself into oblivion. The air around me was intoxicating; each inhale flooded my sense of smell with a bottomless lake of my own arousal. Sometimes when I get a little too turned on in public, I wonder if anyone around me can smell it and tell that I’m horny.

However, I wasn’t satisfied with only smelling, so I sucked on the finger to taste myself (makes me feel a little dirty but drives me wild every time, like a lot of things actually). I reached over to my bed stand and salvaged a small turquoise vibrator from the drawer, which my friend got me for my 18th birthday. I once mentioned to her that I wanted one when we both sometimes talked about masturbation. I’ve always wondered ifs he was as tempted to touch herself during those conversations as I was.

I turned on the toy and it sprang to life, buzzing fiercely. I pressed the humming toy on my clit, urging a moan from my already open mouth. Then I brought it a little lower to tease myself with, careful not to have it slip in, which was already difficult considering how slippery I was. I wanted to edge myself but I couldn’t think straight (lol), my pussy ached and pounded like crazy. I took the two fingers massaging one of my breasts and shoved them deep inside me. “Fuuuuuck yes!” I bucked my hips to force them even deeper as I put the vibrator back on my clit. I heard nothing but the singing cicadas outside my winder, the soft humming of the vibe, and the delicious sound of my fingers pumping in and out of me. I needed to be stretched; I wanted to be completely filled.

I added a third finger.

“Yesss… oh fuck yes!” My brain had no control over what noises I made. Everything became pure, unfiltered pleasure. “Mmm that feels so fucking good…” “Fuck I’m so horny,” “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!!” As I got closer, the pitch grew higher. “Yes yes yesss….YES!!” The bed shook with my as my pussy clamped down on my fingered over and over and over. I thought it would never stop. I didn’t want it to stop.

When the quivers whittled down to shivers, I took my glistening, delectable fingers into my mouth for the last time, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was as I licked them clean of my pussy juice. I switched off the vibrator. I smiled as my legs wobbled when I propped myself up on my knees. I looked down at the vibe in my hand and giggled at how tiny and innocent the toy looked. I’m definitely taking it to college.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90o75l/saturday_night_vibes_f