Jess walks in

You hear Jess walk through the door, as you do your best to feign sleep under your duvet, despite your racing heart. She doesn’t seem to notice though, or, if she does, she doesn’t make a remark, as you hear her walk towards the sink in the corner and start brushing her teeth. She stops brushing suddenly, and everything is quiet. You hear her walk towards her wardrobe.

‘Shit!’ you think – ‘I never put all that stuff away. Oh my god, she’s going to kill me for shneaking through her stuff.’ There is a commotion as you hear her put the things back into their box, and you pray that she assumes she just forgot to pack up last time. There’s a scuffling over the floor boards, and then everything is silent. You realise you haven’t heard the crunch of a duvet, so you guess Jess hasn’t got into bed, but you don’t dare move to try and find out more in case she realises your little deception.

Then it hits you. Inside of you, the vibe starts to go off. It makes the faintest of noises held fast in your pussy, and you curse yourself for not taking it out. You hear slow, light footsteps come closer to your bed, and a voice, Jess’ voice, gently calls out, ‘Anna?’

You realise that the game is up – she can hear the egg pulsing inside of you, and it must have been pretty obvious that you had rummaged through all of her things. Reluctantly, you reply, with as much nonchalance as you can a timid, ‘Yes?’

‘Anna, why do you have my vibe in your pussy?’

You’re not really sure how to respond to that. Still with your head underneath the duvet, going bright red with the shame of this whole fiasco, you stutteringly answer her. ‘Well, I was looking for some toothpaste...I forgot to bring some toothpaste, so I went to look for some in your things, and then I found those things, and, and I wasn’t looking for that, I was looking for a toothbrush, um, sorry, toothpaste, and I...’

You just about hear her release a gentle ‘shhh’ under her breath, and you seize the invitation to be quiet. ‘Anna, you know that it’s really rude to look through other people’s things don’t you?’

‘I know, but I needed some toothpaste...’

‘I think we both know you didn’t need toothpaste.’ Had you just heard a wobble in her voice? Had she been drinking? There is an awkward silence as you flush an even deeper shade of crimson under the duvet. Inside you, the vibe is continuing to shake, getting you hot and bothered. You feel aroused, but also ashamed, and each feeling is making you feel the other, in an exponentially arousing circle.

‘Anna, I can either take this to Mr. Whitelock, or we can sort a punishment out for you now. It’s up to you. But I can’t have you going through my things without consequences.