Waiting for "him" to come back

"Because... I was waiting for him to come back with condoms," I said, improvising wildly.

She laughed, and I felt my face turn crimson. "But why stop with just him? I could help."

Holy shit. Was she serious? My mind scrambled to keep up as she sauntered over like this was the most natural thing in the world. She stole a glance at the discarded toy, then back at me with mischief dancing in her eyes.

Her boldness was both shocking and thrilling. She sauntered over to the bed, making no effort to hide the fact that she was eyeing me up. "So, is this a sleepover or something?"

My brain struggled to keep up with her nonchalance. "Yeah!" I said too eagerly, trying to grab onto any plausible story. "He went out for a bit and left me here..."

"To masturbate?" she interrupted, grinning from ear to ear.

I felt my face flush a deep red. All I could do was nod.

She sat down next to me on the bed, so close that our knees were touching "You look like you were having fun," she said, sitting beside me on the bed. Her presence was electric, and I felt my heart race for a different reason now.

"I—uh—I was!" My voice cracked as if still changing.

She touched my arm with long fingers that sent tingles through my skin. "Wanna keep going?" It wasn't even a question.