Chapter 1

Kiersten Miller wasn’t all that adventurous when it came to sex, but as far back as she could remember, she’d always known how to get off. She wasn’t big on penetration, couldn’t understand the appeal of dildos, and found penises funny looking, if she were honest. But a good, hard rub on the clit always set her blood pumping.

When she was young, she’d humped stuffed animals and blankets, biting her pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure so no one would overhear her masturbating. In college, her roommate introduced her to vibrators, which opened a whole new world of delight. She was too embarrassed to buy one, though—God, what if her mother found it in among her things? So she settled for a handheld massager she picked up at the drugstore for ten bucks, a large, round thing that she could slip under her panties and press against her skin for a quick buzz. She kept it in her purse and used it in the restroom when she was home on break, the only alone time she could guarantee her mother wouldn’t interrupt.

One day Kiersten tried it while sitting on the toilet, panties down around her ankles. The cool plastic was delicious against her bare skin. Wouldn’t it feel better with a little baby oil slathered across it? Maybe she could also spread her legs wider, slip a finger inside her cunt, feel the massager vibrate from within…

But when she tried to reposition herself, her grip on the massager slipped and it fell like a stone into the toilet, landing with a plop!in the water beneath her. Cold water splashed her thighs, and the vibration made a distant gurgle before shutting off completely.

Shit!

It took some fishing to get the damn thing out of the john, and then Kiersten tried drying it with the blow dryer, but no luck. It wouldn’t turn back on. She toyed with the idea of dropping it in a bag of rice to help suck up the water, but couldn’t take the chance of her mother finding it. Godno. Bad enough her whole pussy throbbed with an unfulfilled ache. The quicker she could dispose of this damn thing, the better. Wrapping it in toilet paper, she dropped it into the bathroom trash can, then took the plastic bag out of the can, tied it up, and set it aside. Quickly she pulled up her panties and shorts, washed her hands in the sink, and hurried to take the bag out to the bins in the back alley. Even there, she buried them as deep as she could under the other rubbish. No reason to just toss them on top where anyone might find them.

* * * *

The incident swore her off vibrators for a while. It was back to her fingers thrust beneath her clothing, and balled up blankets rubbed against her clit in the dark of her bed. Her last year of college, she went on her first real date—one that ended with sex, not just dinner and a movie, and this one with a woman, another first. There was dinner, of course, followed by a movie Lisa picked. Kiersten wasn’t paying much attention to the film—it was an action flick that wasn’t really her speed—but apparently it really got her date’s blood pumping because suddenly Lisa’s hand angled into her crotch with a precision that woke up every nerve in her body.

By the time the credits rolled, Kiersten had slid down in the seat, legs splayed open, jeans unzipped; her date’s hand was down her fly, thumb strumming her clit as the long middle finger stretched down between Kiersten’s wet pussy lips to prod her hot vulva. “Yes,” Kiersten sighed, sliding down further.

Lisa cupped Kiersten’s crotch and squeezed as she pressed her finger further into Kiersten’s cunt. “You like that?” she whispered, her breath hot in Kiersten’s ear.

In the darkened theater, Kiersten ran a hand up under her sweater, under her bra, and rubbed one of her nipples erect. She squeezed her thighs together, catching Lisa’s hand between them, and savored the pinch of her clit against the heel of Lisa’s hand. “God, yes.”

Someone up ahead hissed, “Shh!”

Lisa’s hand froze in Kiersten’s jeans. They exchanged a wide-eyed glance, and the guilty expression on Lisa’s face made Kiersten giggle. A moment later, Lisa started to snicker. She pushed into Kiersten harder, faster, really fucking her now, bringing her closer to release, yes, yes, yes. With a gasp, Kiersten thrust her hips up off the chair, rubbing herself against Lisa’s palm. God, yes!

Leaning over the armrest, Lisa murmured, “Come for me.”

“I’m almost,” Kiersten sighed, clenching her pussy. “Yes, yes.”

Up ahead again, louder. “Shh!”

Knowing she wasn’t alone, that it wasn’t her hand on her cunt but someone else’s, and another person was listening in, burned through Kiersten like a bright star. She had both hands up her sweater now, her bra pulled down, her breasts rubbing over the worsted fabric as she pinched and tugged the nipples hard. Her chair creaked as she fucked Lisa’s hand, yes, yes. Her feet wrapped around the legs of the chair, yes. Her pussy tightened around Lisa’s finger, yes. She gasped and writhed in her seat, the movie forgotten, every thought given over to the orgasm building within her, yes, yes, yes.