Meanwhile... (Natalie PoV)

I'd experienced plenty of uncomfortable situations in my life, but sitting through fifteen minutes of Jake’s poor girlfriend getting hammered next door likely topped the list. I suppose it was payback in a way. Alexis certainly didn’t mind the world knowing she was having fun with some guy and I was guilty of getting noisy more than once when Tommy came over. This though… was on a different level. I’d heard it all clearly from the living room.

Either his girlfriend was an easy girl to please, or Jake was doing something very right.

What I wouldn’t give to find out…

I took a breath, pushing the thought aside. The problem? It didn’t go away. Hearing that poor girl’s screams and that damn bed thumping against the wall had lit something that I couldn’t put out. No, it was going to burn until I ‘took care of it.’

Alexis broke the silence and gave me something else to focus on other than the wetness between my legs and the growing desire to touch myself. “Well, that was certainly something.” I looked over to find Alexis staring at our bedroom door. She had the same hungry look in her eye I was feeling. We had been watching TV when it started. Since then, the movie we were watching was paused as our attention locked on to the noises happening next door.

I cleared my throat, crossing my legs and squeezing. “That happen last time?”

“Hardly.” She grinned. “Maybe we should go check on them.”

I rolled my eyes. After everything, Alexis was still Alexis.

As for me...

Standing, I excused myself and fast-walked to the bathroom. I managed to calmly flick on the lights and close the door. That was the limit of my patience. Sitting atop the toilet lid, my legs were spread as my jeans and panties hung around my ankles. Head back, I bit down on my index finger as I jammed my other fingers into my soaked pussy. Even with all my attempts to stay silent, I groaned as I fingered and rubbed myself.

Useless.

I grunted and groaned, biting harder against my finger as I struggled to maintain my silence. Fuck. Should have turned on the fan. It was too late now. I couldn’t stop. As useless as this was, it was something. Closing my eyes, I conjured images trying to get me to the level I needed. Tommy was my go-to. My fingers worked my pussy and clit while imagining him whispering sexy things to me.

It wasn’t enough. The sexy guy from IT wasn’t doing it for me either.

I rotated through men. I doubled men up. Nothing worked.

Sobbing in frustration, I slumped on the toilet, giving up entirely. My hand was cramping and I was no closer to relief than before. I hated this. Even when I was in my party slut phase, I’d never felt anything remotely close to this. If this was what Alexis dealt with…

A knock on the door caused me to jump. “Nat?”

I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Y-yeah?” Shit. My voice was crackly and sounded as miserable as I felt. Panic flooded me as the door opened. I tried to jump to keep her from opening in only to nearly faceplant as my legs tangled in my jeans and panties.

Looking up, I found Alexis staring at me. The shame choked me, pressing against my chest as I looked away. I would rather be a drunken mess than have her see me like this. This wasn’t me. She wasn’t supposed to see me like this. I was strong. She needed me to be strong. I needed to be strong.

“Here.” Her voice was unbelievably gentle. Looking up through tear-streaked eyes, I found her holding out a dildo. “I haven’t used this one in a long time, but you’ll need it.”

No, no I didn’t need… that. I’d always been able to get by with my hand if Tommy wasn’t available. I just… I just…

Jaw quivering, I reached up and grabbed it. I also picked myself off the floor and sat back on the toilet. Looking down, my eyes ran over the dildo. Jesus. The size of it—

“It’s the smallest one I have,” she said, scratching her cheek and avoiding my eyes.

I gave her a wide-eyed stare. “You have bigger?”

“You want a bigger one? I can get you—”

“This is more than enough.” My throat tightened and I felt on the verge of losing it again. “Thank you.”

She nodded, still not looking over at me. I don’t know if she was embarrassed or ashamed of me. This wasn’t exactly a shining moment for me.

“It was hard to get used to at first,” she said softly. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor as she spoke. “If you masturbate in the morning, you can usually mitigate the urges most of the day, but you are probably going to have to do it two or three times a day for a few weeks. Sex seems to calm things down a bit longer, but it would be tough considering Thomas is so far away…”

I stared at her, dildo weighing heavily in my hand as I listened to her. She’d been dealing with this the whole time. I had no idea her urges were this powerful. All those arguments we had about her playing around. The disappointment I threw at her whenever I had to kick her latest conquest out of our apartment.

“Sorry,” I whispered as I looked down at the toy she’d given me. Just looking at it filled me with disgust. Not that I was against toys, but that I was basically being **** to use it without my full consent. “I had no idea.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “Sooner or later, we’ll shake this off and everything will be back to normal.” I didn’t need to be connected with her to know she was just as frightened as I was.

“What about you?” I asked as she started to leave.

“Huh?” I held up the toy she’d given me.

“Oh.” That familiar grin was back. “I’m going out. Give me five minutes and you’ll be in the clear.” With a playful wink, she closed the door and left me to my thoughts.

I tried to wait five minutes. I really did. My willpower wasn’t up to the task it was given.

My eyes rolled up as I sunk the fat toy deep inside me. Instantly there was a form of release like my body was thanking me for actually trying this time. It was bigger than anything I’d had in a long time. Certainly bigger than Tommy. It stretched me enough that the smarter me would have taken it slow. Horny me wasn’t in the mood for that shit.

I was loud. I couldn’t help it. I screamed my frustrations. Screamed in pleasure. Most importantly, I screamed in orgasm. And what an orgasm it was. Damn thing knocked me on my ass, my legs clenching around the toy as the bottom stuck out of me.

And there I remained, an exhausted mess of a woman. Still had my pants around my ankles, legs spread, with an overly large dildo halfway out of my sloppy pussy.

The worst part? Even as the satisfaction of a good orgasm remained, I could feel the distant call of going another round.