That was easy.

"What was?"

"Hm?" I plucked up the strap on with my fingers. Twirl twirl.

"You said, 'That was easy.'" Throwing my cum-smeared tissues into a can, done. Next: fixing her hair. "What was?" she spoke form behind her up-raised arm.

"Well, first, I changed the story into past tense." Through the air, it goes. "Again. Next, I fixed your little problem."

"...oh." Auburn's back remained facing me. "You mean that."

"That I do."

Plap! landed the dildo. Back in the cradle of my hand it rested.

"Yeah. Well." She faced me. Quite a cute girl indeed. Big eyes, tender nose. Up there. Surely. "I don't know why I was making such a fuss over it either. They'll all just think I was trying to give your dick some release. Which," she pushed on the air with her hand, "honestly, you did. I mean, holy crap, you came a lot. All over me. Like, that much."

With two fingers up, she demonstrated the spatial value of 'a lot'.

"Yeah, because I think you're hot. Your boobs are hot. I actually dig theater chicks, now."

"Oh, how sweet." After dropping the overly sugary smile, a loud exhale was prompted out of the girl. "Okay, I think it's time we shove off."

"Wait."

Auburn stopped. I looked at her. Then I thought.

Aka, I started thinking. To myself. No one else invited.

Some more... familiar fun... it wouldn't hurt.

Besides, even if it did -- it wouldn't.

Not me, anyway.

"Slap your ass."

"Okay." Shrugging, Auburn looked over her shoulder. Then, she swung her hand down, palm-first, right into the meaty center of her left butt globe. Ripple, ripple.

That ain't getting old, I chuckled to myself. "Now tell me the best feeling technique you use to get yourself to climax."

Pulling her phone out of her back pocket, Auburn jutted a finger towards its casing. "The edge of my cellphone."

I tried not to ****. "Your phone?"

"Yeah," Auburn, indignant, drew her phone back down. "Why, too hard to believe? We girls could orgasm with all kinds of angled objects, you know." Turning it on, she began to text somebody. Or thing. Or whatever. "I just set it to vibrate and rub myself with it and.... yeah. I dunno. I dunno if other girls do it a lot, but..." A small blush faded into view. "...I found it out when I was in a funeral service once and it just kind of stuck, so..."

Man, that was wild. Hot stuff.

"Do it now."

"Alrighty then..." After playing around with her phone some more, Auburn stuck it down her jeans. Eventually, careen your ear, and you could hear the humming thrum of her cellphone. The second one actually made contact with the teeth of her zip, sending a loud crackle through the room. I laughed while the busty brunette demonstrated one of her preferred masturbation methods to me in the middle of the school, a quiver in her lip. Eyes vaguely cast to the side. A boob job was one thing, but this was shamelessness at its finest strain.