Use a vibe

You should use a vibe. Fingers are a bit more intimate, and Cynthia clearly isn’t looking for intimacy. Besides, she probably wants to keep the experiment consistent. You grab the vibe that she used on you and click it on, wrapping your arms around her. You can still enjoy this experience. You settle in, breathing in her scent as you slip the vibe between her legs and apply it straight to her clit.

You were expecting a reaction, but there’s just a little shudder.

She takes a deep breath, but… she’s still typing! This girl is something else. You push a little harder, but she toughs it out… or does she just not care? You get your hopes up when you feel her legs on your hand, but she’s just changing position for comfort. She yawns.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, annoyed.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t you like this at all?”

“It’s OK,” she replies neutrally. “Don’t’ be impatient.”

Impatient? It’s been five minutes. You slip a hand up to her flat chest and feel around, enjoying her smooth skin. You kiss her neck, then give her earlobe a nip.

“That’s impatience,” she says, sounding bored.

“I want to fuck your brains out,” you say in her ear.

“How would that be helpful?”

“Oh, fuck you.” You push the vibe harder on her clit, and she stiffens up. She’s not typing anymore. You pinch her nipple hard and she exhales, leaning back toward you. You lean in and kiss her on the mouth, using plenty of tongue. She responds… not as passionately as some girls might, but at least it’s clear that she likes it. You kiss her harder.

It takes a lot of time, even in this full court press way, but it finally happens. She moans into your mouth and her body gives an unmistakable jerk. You hold her tight, sucking on her tongue as she rides out the orgasm, which leaves her red-faced and breathless.

“Mmm,” you say, kissing her, then letting her up for air. “How’s that, nerd?”

“What?” she asks faintly, brushing her sweaty hair out of her face.

“How do you like that?” you ask her.

“It felt good,” she says, as though she’s telling you she likes scrambled eggs better than fried ones. She clears her throat and sits up, pulling the sensor off and discarding the condom. She plugs it in without delay and checks the score.

“Well,” she says. “It would seem I’m tighter than you are.”

“What? No fucking way,” you say, outraged. “It’s because I made you cum so hard.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s it,” she says mildly.

“It is,” you protest. “It totally is.”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Why don’t you take this off and we go over there?” you ask, plucking at her shirt and glancing at the bed.

“I have a better idea,” Cynthia says, looking at you. “I input this data, and you go clean up so that when they initiate you, you don’t smell like an orgy.”

That’s the second time she’s mentioned this.

“How do you know they’re doing me tonight?”

“Because I’m not an idiot,” she says.

You hesitate, unsure what to make of that. Are you supposed to be mad?

“Are you saying that I’m an idiot?” you ask uncertainly. That’s not a cool thing to say. You just gave her a nice orgasm.

“I’m saying that you smell,” she replies.

Well… maybe that’s fair. It’s been a spicy evening in this small room, which is not very well ventilated. And if she thinks you’re getting initiated, you probably are.

You sigh and stand up. The thought of getting it on with Cynthia seems like fun, but… looks like she’s not up for it. You look around. “Where’s my underwear?” you ask.

You don’t see them anywhere. You have Hailee’s, though.

You need to get back to your room.

Wear Hailee’s panties? Or go bottomless?