Page 49 of Bro Amazing

My shoulders slump a little as I prop up my phone. Of course they're not calling to spend real time with me. They just wantme to open the gift and then they'll move on with their day and spend quality non-gaming time with other people who aren't me. And I'll go back to sitting here all alone.

"I'll add getting Clarissa a phone stand to my list," says Helix. "Now open your gift. You're going to love it."

Lifting off the lid, there's a small pink egg lying on a bed of tissue paper.

"Thank you?" I lift it up and show it to the camera. "I've always wanted an egg?"

They chuckle a little, which is nerve-wracking because it means they know something I don't. And I'm probably not going to like it when I find out.

"Stick that up your pussy," says Helix, "It'll let you know when we're thinking about you."

"You can't be serious." They're all hundreds of miles away, yet they still want to play with me using one of their toys. They wouldn't even be able to enjoy it. Unless … are they wanting me to masturbate for them right now on camera using the toy?

"Of course we're serious," says Lionel, shocked that I could believe otherwise.

"Should I put it in right now?" I'm sure they want to watch, and not so sure I want them to.

"Miles, your grandparents are here," says a woman's voice off camera. "You can't spend your whole visit in your bedroom."

"I'll be out in a second, Mom," groans Miles.

"Well, hurry up, they're waiting," his mom tells him.

"I gotta get going," says Miles. "If I don't come out immediately, she's just going to come back in."

"I need to run here quick too," says Lionel.

"Same," says Ethan.

"Just put it in, Clarissa, and you'll know we're thinking about you even when we're so far away," says Quintin. "Talk soon."

"Bye," chorus the others, and the screen goes black.

I still don't understand why they left me this toy as a present if they weren't going to watch me play with it. This whole situation is so frustrating. Not to mention, if they knew they were leaving well enough in advance to order the toy, they could have also told me about their trip.

Even now, they call, but don't really talk to me. Not like Helix did last night.Why do I even care?They're not really my boyfriends. They're roommates who pay my room and board so they can have me on standby anytime they want a fuck.

I put the egg back in its box and toss it on my bed so I can keep working. I don't want their stupid present anymore. I'm going to write out my annoyance in this manuscript. My heroine is about to tell off her boyfriend so he can shape up and get his act together. Then I'll make him suffer. A lot. And finally, he'll grovel and come crawling back. It's so satisfying because when my heroine does it, I can ensure that everything goes exactly her way and her boyfriend doesn't say anything that throws a wrench into her plans.

If only real life worked the same way.

Being pissed off apparently inspires my writing as much as blissful orgasms, because when I check my word count, it's higher than it's been in ages. Took me most of the day, but it's worth it.

As I'm getting ready for movie night at Sasha's, I check my messages to see if there's anything last-minute she's asked me to bring. The only text, though, is in our house chat.

Did you put the egg in?asks Helix.

Taking several deep breaths, I remind myself that when they piss me off, they're still helping me write the book. In fact, just today they've helped me nearly finish the first draft. Besides, when I check for the anger, it's mostly gone. Displaced into my heroine instead.

I open the box again. The egg is smooth, and doesn't seem sinister. Maybe it's supposed to help my pussy stay stretched out enough to take their cocks again when they come home. Lifting one foot up onto my bed, I pull aside my panties and start to insert the egg, but I'm annoyed and completely dry.

Lube, that's what I need. I'm nearly positive Quintin'll have some. I go into his room and open his bedside drawer, and sure enough, among all the detritus in there is a bottle of lube.

I coat the egg with a little and press it again to the lips of my pussy, slowly easing it inside. It's a definite stretch, but once it's in it's not so noticeable. I'm aware of it, but it's not the worst. And now I can tell my roommates I'm still playing by the rules.

It's in, I text the group.Heading out to a friend's for a movie night. Talk tomorrow.

There. Now they know I'm not here pathetically waiting for them to spend time with me or talk to me. I have friends and plans and a life.Take that, boys.Although a little part of me wonders if I'd told them I'd talk to them tomorrow so I wouldn't have to deal with the disappointment of them not messaging me again tonight.

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