Page 48 of Coast to Coast

“Gee tah?” He asked, still negotiating. And if me playing the guitar got him to fall asleep, I would happily do it.

As expected, Crew didn’t make it through one song before he was out cold. Tom and I snuck out of his room, closing the door gently behind us.

“Now, what do we do while we wait for him to wake up?”

“Um, I don’t know. Watch TV?” I asked as Tom stalked towards me. I slowly backed away from him until my back connected with my bedroom door. He flipped his baseball cap around and leaned into me, his breath hot on my neck. My entire lower body went into a tailspin, my legs went limp and weak, my stomach flipped, and fuck it if my pussy wasn’t soaked.

“I don’t know, Callie, when we go back to the party, they’re going to expect us to be relaxed. Right now, I’m keyed up. How about you?” He asked, his nose tracing the line from my ear to my jaw.

I sucked in a breath, slowly letting it out before grabbing the door handle, “Did you learn the hat thing on TikTok? I mean, it’s good and all. Really good.” I pushed the door open, leaving him standing in the hallway, and closed the door between us. “It’s so good that I’ll think about it while I relax in here by myself.”

I heard a slight thump on my door just before Tom swore, “Fuck me.”

Someday, maybe. But shit, if I’m ready to go for a ride on that already, it was going to be a very long hockey season.

TOM

Callie shut the door on me and then teased me with an image of her taking care of herself. I grabbed my phone and texted her.

Me: Why’d you leave me like that?

Callie: Do you honestly think anything good can come from what you were thinking of doing?

Me: Fine, but what am I supposed to do while you “relax?”

Callie: You can go back to the party. I’ll take care of Crew if he wakes up.

Me: Nope. Can’t.

Callie: Why not?

Me: It’s well known that nap time is sexy time.

I could hear her cackling down the hallway. Man, I was playing with fire, and nothing could get me to stop.

Callie: It is for me.

Me: But not me?

Callie: I won’t stop you.

Me: What are you doing behind that closed door?

Callie:

A second later, she sent me a photo that I had to expand. It looked like a large bullet. I wasn’t against toys, but my ex-girlfriends had never been so open about using sex toys. I don’t think we ever once discussed them.

Me: What’s that?

Callie: My trusty bullet.

Me: What does it do?

I wasn’t afraid of toys, but I certainly hadn’t ever been around a woman as comfortable with them as Callie was. I would put large sums of money on the fact that I had already overheard her using toys by herself.

Callie: It’s for clit stimulation.

I set my phone up for a video chat and called her. She declined the call once, and I tried to call her again.

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