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Rory Winter: So, we did that thing I was talking to you about, and holy shit, Enid. Why didn’t you tell me how good that could be?

Enid laughed at the message as she walked to her car. Sounded like Rory and Logan had enjoyed Rory’s first time with a strap-on. She didn’t feel like replying just yet, though. Her own body ached to be touched, so she made what felt like the endless drive home and was grateful when she didn’t see or hear her brother. Her parents were downstairs in the kitchen, so she’d managed to escape without questions about where she’d been the previous night.

Disappearing into her room, Enid closed and locked the door. Her shoes, socks, shirt, jeans, and everything else were tossed to the floor before she lay down and found the vibrator she hid in a shoebox under the bed. On top of her few sex toys, she’d kept some pads and tampons, knowing that would keep her brother from searching any deeper inside the box, and her parents never went into her room, wanting to respect her privacy. Enid spread her legs and turned it on. Then, she reachedfor her phone and decided to have a little fun with her new girlfriend, who had attempted to get Enid off with Viv in the bottom bunk.

Enid Becker: Guess what I’m doing right now.

She pressed the vibrator to her clit, and her head went back against her pillow instantly. God, she needed this, and it wouldn’t take long. When her phone beeped, she held it up with her free hand and checked the message.

Caroline Timothy: Really? I want to watch you.

Enid knew she wouldn’t mind that at all.

Enid Becker: You can. Someday.

Caroline’s reply came immediately.

Caroline Timothy: I’m going to take a shower.

Enid now knew what Caroline did in there, and them being with each other in that same shower just last night was still very much fresh on her mind, so within a few seconds, she was coming just at the thought of Caroline sliding her hand between her legs to touch herself. Caroline had stopped texting because she was probably a little busy at the moment, and when Enid came down from her orgasm, she turned the vibrator off and rolled onto her side, keeping the toy between her thighs for now.

Then, she thought about how Caroline had asked her to lie back on her bed with her legs spread. She thought about how Caroline had sat at the other end of that bed with her sketchbook, and she turned the vibrator back on its lowest speed and rocked her hips while she thought back to how Caroline had ordered her to put her arms and legs places, close her eyes just so, tilt her head to the right, touch her clit and stroke it a few times, massage her breast, and more, all while Caroline drew her.

“Fuck,” she let out, recalling how Caroline had moved closer and had asked Enid to spread even wider for her.

She had flipped the page of her sketchbook and had begun drawing Enid’s center, which was ready to be touched and probably looked wet and swollen. Enid had been self-conscious at first, but watching Caroline work and focus had only pushed that aside and turned her on. Caroline looking focused on her center was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

“When I finish this, I want you to sit on my face,” Caroline had said. “I can tell you need it.”

“Yes,” Enid had replied in a mere whisper.

“You need to be sucked,” Caroline had added.

Enid had nodded at the time, and right now, she was coming just at the memory. No woman had ever talked to her during sex how Caroline did. No woman had told Enid that she needed to be sucked before. It had been the biggest turn-on, and now, it was getting her off again, thinking about how when Caroline had finished her drawing, she’d moved into position and told Enid to straddle her face.

Her phone beeped just as Enid started to come down. She turned off the vibrator, rolled onto her back, and picked up the phone to see a message from Caroline. Expecting it to be an update on her shower exploits or questions about what Enid had done to get herself off, she smiled when she saw the message.

Caroline Timothy: I miss you.

Enid replied quickly.

Caroline Timothy: I liked waking up with you, too.

Enid Becker: Want to do it again tomorrow?

Caroline Timothy: I don’t know if we can. Viv will be here. She didn’t actually go to sleep, so we talked a bit after you left. I know she says that she’s good, but I can tell that she’s not, really. Something’s up with her, and I don’t know what it is.

Enid considered suggesting that they could just sleep, but she didn’t want to cause Viv any pain if she was still hung up on Caroline.

Enid Becker: Stay here.

Caroline Timothy: Really? Are you sure?

Enid replied that she was, but she still needed to ask her parents. It felt very, very lame and childish to have to ask her mom and dad if she could have a girl sleep over, but she wiped her vibrator off and put it back under the bed before she showered, dressed, and headed downstairs to find them cleaning up after breakfast.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi, honey,” her mom replied.

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