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WADE

Wade wondered if Jenny was using an electric toothbrush because she couldn’t be doing what he thought she was doing. Could she? Now he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else but Jenny, naked and sprawled out on her bed, touching herself with a vibrator.

He wondered what she’d look like naked, all pale skin flushed rosy with arousal, her silky brown hair spread across the pillowcase. More importantly, what would she look like when she came? Would her eyes flare open, or would they be scrunched up tight as an orgasm crashed over her?

He fantasized about her nipples as he’d seen them earlier when she read her dirty book, and his cock hardened further as he let his mind wander. What color were her nipples? Light petal pink, like the shirt she sometimes wore, or would they be darker like her lush mouth?

Wade felt guilty for thinking about her like this, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts. What did her pussy look like? What did she taste like? Would he be able to coax an orgasm from her with just his mouth and tongue, or did she need penetration, too? Is that why no one else was able to get her off?

In his mind, her hips jerked, thrusting her sensitive clit closer to the unforgiving and unending vibrations of the sex toy. But that brought up the question of what kind of vibrator it was and how she used it. So many questions swirled around in his mind, one right after the other.

Was it a smaller vibrator just for stimulating the clit, or did she have one that served dual duty as a vibrating dildo that could fill her up, too? If it was the former, was it because she only needed clitoral stimulation to get off, or did she prefer something smaller and discrete for travel? Or did she have a whole plethora of toys to choose from?

But if it wasn’t a bullet or clit vibrator, did she trade back and forth between her clit and pussy, or did she prefer one over the other? Was it life size, or one of those monster-sized ones? Hell, monster vibrators were popular now. Now he pictured her impaling herself on a purple glowing silicone alien cock.

The buzzing continued, and so did his curiosity.

With a history of only orgasming from self-play, she likely had quite the collection of toys. The thought of exploring her collection with her made him impossibly hard. And shopping for something new just for them use together? He’d go wild and buy everything to find out what she liked best.

The possibilities were endless, and he was going to explode as he tried to guess what she’d prefer. Wade had explored sex toys in previous relationships, but he’d never been as invested in knowing as he was right now.

Fuck, would he ever know how her inner muscles squeezed tightly around his fingers or his cock as she rode out an orgasm? Or was he destined to suffer from an overactive imagination without ever knowing more?

There was no way she’d miss his erection if she left her room now, but he couldn’t move. As long as the buzzing continued, he’d know where she was, so he felt safe in his fantasy land. It would be impossible to stop thinking about her touching herself right now. Fuck. He should move to his own room, give her some privacy if she was doing what he thought, but he couldn’t.

Instead, he sat. Frozen. His body burned with both desire and curiosity.

Was she quiet when she let loose, or would his ears ring from the sounds of her screams? Would she muffle her sounds to keep him from hearing, or would a whimper escape? He strained to hear over the television that played and gave him cover. God, he was such an asshole, listening to her pleasure herself—if that was what even what she was doing.

Shame crashed over him. Fuck, he was being a creep, listening to a woman who thought she was alone. He needed to take care of his throbbing erection—and somehow avoid fantasizing about Jenny while he did it—and find something else to do. She deserved better than this.

He’d never be able to look her in the eye if she found out he listened to her masturbate. It was one thing to discover some of her fantasies through that audiobook. That wasn’t her, personally. Wade stood abruptly and strode towards his room seconds before the door to Jenny’s room popped open. Oh, shit! The buzzing had stopped.

Chapter 9: Primal, Needy, Wanton Heat

JENNY

Jenny jerked to a halt when she saw Wade heading for his room. The TV had been blaring for a while, but since he hadn’t made any sound, she assumed it was on for white noise. A blush suffused her entire body when she realized he might have been in the living room while she used Gloria’s gift. No, no, no.

He couldn’t know she was thinking about him the whole time she used it, could he? She had to play this cool. There was nothing she could do about blushing, but if she kept avoiding him, he’d know something was up. Why wasn’t he looking at her? Is he embarrassed? Did he guess? Or worse, did he hear her?

Oh God, oh God. Does he know what she did? Is that why he won’t turn around and face her? Was he embarrassed for her? Okay, he’s looking at her now, but it’s over his shoulder. Crap, this is somehow getting worse.

She wouldn’t die of embarrassment, but her body didn’t get the memo. Somehow, she’d surpassed the audiobook debacle. Gloria would be amused, but she was horrified. What would her friend do in this situation?

Gloria would brazen it out. No, Gloria would have invited him to join her in the first place. Oh, how she wished she were as comfortable in her sexuality as Gloria. Jenny felt guilty for the thought. Gloria’s attitude about herself and sex were hard-won, not innate.

However, her friend had no qualms about going after what—or who—she wanted. She didn’t get embarrassed easily, either. If someone didn’t return her interest, she shrugged it off and moved on with her life, rightly assuming that it was the other person’s loss. Jenny couldn’t even imagine that level of confidence.

“Sorry, if I interrupted you,” she said with fake cheer. “I just came to get a glass of water. I ate a snack and called Gloria,” she lied, “so now I’m thirsty.”

He said nothing but continued to look at her over his shoulder.

“I’m thirsty,” she rambled. “Can I get you anything?”

He cleared his throat. “No. I, uh, am gonna return Kyle’s call. Check in. Make sure everything’s going okay. I’m done with the TV now if you want it.”

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