A big step forward

Silke lay exhausted on Jonas’ bed. Her body was still hot and trembling slightly from the intense orgasm and the tickling. She no longer had the strength to get dressed. She only pulled the blanket halfway over her body and fell into a deep, confused sleep.

Her dreams were chaotic and horny. She dreamed of Max tickling her while Jonas watched. She dreamed of the delivery guy staring at her, of the vibrating egg vibrating inside her while she sat in the lecture. She dreamed of Jonas’ hard cock and of Max’s gaze on her open pussy. She moaned quietly in her sleep and woke up several times briefly, her hand between her legs, before falling asleep again.

**The next morning**

Silke woke up as the sun shone through the window. She lay naked on the bed, legs spread wide, one hand still between her legs. The blanket had slipped halfway down. The door to Jonas’ room was wide open.

She sat up in shock. A note was stuck to the door.

“No idea what that was yesterday… but thanks. Max”

Silke stared at the note. Her cheeks burned. Max had seen her. While she had been sleeping naked and spread out. He had seen everything — her breasts, her bare, still slightly swollen pussy, maybe even how she had been lying with her fingers between her legs in her sleep.

The shame hit her like a blow. She jumped up, quickly gathered her things, got dressed and left the flat without running into Max again.

On the bus home she wrote to Jonas.

Jonas replied quickly and understandingly.

Silke breathed a sigh of relief. The relationship felt safer again.

**Two days later – At home**

Silke was alone in her apartment. The last two days had been strange. She had tried to distract herself — but she couldn’t. Every time she was alone, she thought about the last few days. About Jonas’ new side. About the tickling. About Max’s gaze. About the vibrating egg. About the big black dildo.

She masturbated at least five times a day. Always with the big dildo.

The last time was on the evening of the second day. She was alone in her room, naked on the bed. She had pushed the dildo deep inside herself and was filming herself.

She lay on her back first, legs spread wide, and fucked herself slowly with the thick black shaft. Her pussy was wet and glistening. She moaned quietly, then louder.

“Jonas… look what you’ve turned me into… I fuck myself with your big dildo every day… I’m so horny… I can’t stop…”

She turned onto all fours, ass high toward the camera, and fucked herself from behind. The dildo slid deep into her wet pussy. She moaned louder.

“Can you see? I’ve become your little slut… I can’t do without it anymore… ahh… Jonas…”

She came hard, trembling, the dildo deep inside her. When the orgasm faded, she slowly pulled it out. It was wet and glistening.

She sent Jonas the video with the words:

She put the phone away and lay there breathing heavily.

Silke was still lying naked on Jonas’ bed, phone in hand. After the intense evening with Max and the tickling she was internally shaken. She wrote to Jonas.

Silke hesitated for a long time. She typed, deleted, typed again. Finally she wrote it.

Jonas didn’t reply immediately. When the message came, it was longer and calmer than usual.

Silke read the message several times. Her heart pounded hard. She couldn’t believe he had really written that.

Silke put the phone away and stared at the ceiling. Jonas would be back in three days. If she really wanted to do it, it had to happen now. Otherwise she would never dare.

That night she dreamed of Max. Of his hands on her body. Of his hard cock. Of his gaze when he had tickled and seen her. She woke up several times, her hand between her legs, wet and restless.

**The next morning**

Silke sat at the breakfast table in her apartment. Her phone lay in front of her. She hadn’t really slept all night. Jonas’ words kept echoing in her head.

She wrote to him one more time.

Silke took a deep breath. Then she opened the chat with Max.

She typed slowly, her fingers trembling slightly.

She sent the message before she could change her mind.

Then she put the phone away, leaned back and closed her eyes.

Her heart was beating fast. Between her legs it was getting warm again.

She had taken the first step.

And there was no turning back.