Rachel Promises Me Toys

"Rest assured we're getting you that toy," she tells me as she nips at my lips and tickles her fingers up and down the sides of my ribs, "Soon. Tomorrow in fact."

"What's tomorrow?" I ask.

"A sunrise," she says, "A new day. A journey."

"You make it sound epic," I smile, and she shakes her head and laughs.

"Epic is hardly the right word for a tour of downtown with the frosh group. But I'll do my best to meet your expectations."

Oh right. That's the agenda for tomorrow. Day one was introductions and Day two was making sure we joined up with groups. Day three was showing us what there was to do off campus. I have a vague recollection of that and of the events on the subsequent days as well, but more than that I have questions.

Questions like how she always manages to be so on top of having the itinerary memorized and what the plan is for tomorrow and why exactly she thinks we're going to slip away from girl-Kim and boy-Kim and Blake and Eddie and the rest of them to go to a sex toy shop and buy me a toy.

And I'm going to ask those questions, I swear I am. Just as soon as she stops driving me wild by nibbling at the nape of my neck.

Besides, what she says next derails any other questions I might have for her.

"There must be something around here that I can make do with."

Her body pulls away from me and she half-slides away and I whine, knowing that she's going to slip away again. My hands reach for her and I try to compel her, to bring her back to me.

"I don't need anything but you," I tell her, "Your hands. Your lips. Your body. Oh god I need it."

I am shaking but she's only smiling, turning to me one last time before she shrugs away.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," she says with a smile as she slips back off the bed and starts to pad through the room.

This time she doesn't ask my input. Instead she takes her own lead opening drawers and flipping open the lids of boxes and she fingers my stuff but nothing seems to draw her eye so she just keeps on going.

And meanwhile I'm left entirely to my own devices.

"What are you doing?"

It's the question she asks when her eyes fall on me and she finds me... busy...

"I can't help it," I confess to her, my voice trembling, "I need it. Need to be touched."

Even if it's by myself, one hand on my breast and the other between my thighs plunging into myself as fantasy runs over me and I just let myself drift with it. The fingers are hers one moment and then Lucas the next. And I can almost feel lips on my skin and I can close my eyes and picture them standing around me, all of them.

Waiting to take their turn.

Passion rises and builds within me. A blossoming heat that shudders out to the edges of me and I've been so eager for so long and I've been so fucking patient. I've liked the way it felt, the fire kissing the inside of my skin and making me feel all of myself all at once. A torrent that is too much to focus on any one part of and more than enough to make me gasp and shudder as a shiver runs up my spine.

And fuck I could almost cum right now, with all of those fantasy versions of all those lovers watching over me. I could almost fucking cum all by myself.

But the truth is that there is someone actually here.

And the truth is that I'm upsetting her plans.

So there is really no wonder that she's going to put a stop to that.

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