Madame B: Ecstasy

"Are you okay?" she said, bending over to examine me so that I could see the dark outline of her nipples. Somehow I convinced her that I was fine, and she disappeared into her room and closed the door. She left me sitting at the kitchen table, nursing my coffee. Without knowing it, she'd ignited a spark of sexual arousal that I couldn't ignore.

As soon as I was sure she'd left for work, I was back in that bedroom, hands shaking as I unwrapped the vibrator. This time I knew what to expect, and I'd been getting horny. I held it directly against my skin, without the panties this time. The vibe was warm, soft, and slightly tacky. I fantasized that it was Laura's skin. When I closed my eyes, I pictured Laura using the dildo on me as she had in my dream. Again, I came in seconds flat, a climax that made me close my eyes and cry out, so lost in how good I felt that I didn't care who heard me.

Over the next couple of weeks I sneaked into Laura's room to raid her toy chest whenever I got the chance. Occasionally, I even made myself late for work, waiting until she'd gone out so that I could pleasure myself before I left the apartment, but it'd been worth it. I'd think about the toy all day, so that by the time I got home my panties were soaking and I couldn't wait. I rushed back to be with the vibrator, eager for its company in a way I'd never been with any boyfriend. My daring grew stronger. I started sliding the vibrator inside me, closing my eyes, and imagining that it was Laura thrusting it deeper and deeper into my pussy. And I was spending a small fortune on batteries.

I could have bought my own vibrator, I know-I walked past a sex shop every day on my way to work-but I didn't. The fact that it was Laura's toy made it twice as hot for me. It was part of her, I liked to picture her with it, and twice I'd burst into the bathroom accidentally on purpose while she showered, hoping for a glimpse of her naked body to fuel my fantasies. The secrecy was an added thrill. Okay, I'll admit it. I was getting a little addicted. I'd have been happy for things to carry on like this forever.

But two weeks rolled around, and it was my turn to do the laundry again. I brought the bag of Laura's clean clothes to her room.

"Sit with me while I unpack," she said.

Then she laid out those girl boxers on the bed in front of me.

"I don't remember wearing these for ages," she said.

"Oh," I said, gulping, my pulse racing between my legs as well as in my cheeks. Just looking at the panties took me back to the way it had felt that first time. Oh God, I was getting wet again.

"I'd been looking for them for a while. Kim, did you borrow them?"

"I might have," I said, resorting to the feeble child's denial that always means "Yes, guilty as charged."

"Because we don't usually borrow each other's underwear, do we?"

I couldn't meet Laura's eye, so I shrugged.

"That means that you've been rooting around in my underwear drawer, doesn't it? Have you seen anything? Anything you want to tell me about? Anything wrapped in a red silk scarf, for example?"

She knew! I braced myself-it would be the end of my private little world-and took her silence to mean anger. I finally found the courage to look Laura in the eye.

"Oh, Kim," she said. "I've known about it for days. I saw a really sexy film the other night and went to play with myself before I went to bed. And I saw someone had replaced the batteries. I knew it could only have been you."

"You're going to ask me to leave, aren't you?" I said, wondering how I could have been so stupid. I turned my back on her, too ashamed to meet her gaze.

Laura didn't say anything. She's really angry, I thought. She's really dragging this out. The silence was excruciating. Then I heard the flick of a switch and a familiar buzzing sound.

"On the contrary," she said. "I now have an even bigger incentive to make you stay."

I could feel the warmth of her behind me, and when she ran the vibrator down the length of my spine I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I sat perfectly still, although inside I was on fire. Laura trailed the sex toy over the small of my back, then rolled it between my shoulder blades before using it to press gently on the skin behind my ears. I'd once told Laura that this inch of skin was the most sensitive erogenous zone on my body and that any man who knew to kiss me there was virtually guaranteed to get me off. She exploited her secret knowledge, pressing the toy against my neck, turning it down to its lowest setting, where it tickled me like a feather, creating a current of arousal that flowed directly to my pussy.

Close behind me now, Laura reached her free hand around and parted my bush.

"God, you're soaking," she said, sliding a finger into my pussy and then putting it to her lips. I felt embarrassed until she turned me around. Her own legs were parted and her thighs just as damp as mine.

Facing each other, we kissed, the vibrator forgotten for a few seconds as we tentatively explored each other's mouths. I had never kissed a girl before, and I was shocked by how soft and warm Laura was. Kissing men, I'd always been conscious of the scratch of stubble and felt small and helpless. Now, with my lips brushing against Laura's, a woman my own size, I felt empowered, sensual, by the prospect of making love to my equal. I let my hand slide down to Laura's breast, cupping it. It felt warm and heavy in my hand. Instinctively, I leaned down and kissed the skin above her nipple. Laura's eyes became glassy as she lost herself in the sensation. We sank down onto the crumpled duvet together, limbs tangled, lips on fire.

I lay back and Laura pulled herself up so that she was kneeling over me, her breasts dangling out of reach, her own pussy just out of sight. "Spread your legs," she told me, in a new, domineering voice. She placed the very end of the toy on the tip of my clitoris, where she held it for a few seconds before she flicked the switch and turned the toy up as strong as it would go. It was too intense. I pushed the toy away, but Laura had new ways to tease me. Kneeling over my legs, she slid the vibrator inside my soaking pussy, my fantasy girl finally enacting the scenario I'd envisioned so many times before. She fucked me with that vibrator, penetrating me hard, twisting it around, putting it just one-third inside me, and when I begged her to fill me all the way up, she'd pull it away, leaving me empty and yearning for more.

Then she fell on me and kissed me with a passion that matched my own. The weight of her body on mine forced our tits to rub together, her beautiful, large, soft breasts enveloping my own hard little nipples. Our pussies were almost, but not quite, touching. Laura retrieved the vibrator and slid it between our hips. I dug my fingers into her back, grinding my pelvis into hers, pulling her as close to me as I could get her, the toy wedged between our two bodies, its vibrating tip stimulating both our clits simultaneously. Laura bent down for another kiss, and as she took my lower lip between her teeth, we came together, pulsating pussies touching, our juices mingling as we shared our orgasm. I felt that I had overdosed on sex, that I had used up all the pleasure allotted to me in the world, and that nothing would ever beat that experience. We fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies meshed together in Laura's bed. By the time I woke up, she had already left for work.

I don't know how I got through the day. I was tempted to go and masturbate in the office ladies' room, but I wanted to save my climax for Laura. I was so horny that the bumpy subway ride home was physically arousing. When I got back she was already waiting for me. I gave her a shy smile, suddenly nervous about how to make the first move. Then Laura spoke.

"I don't think it's a good idea that we share the toy anymore," she said.