Playing With Myself

I all but melted into the fragrant,warm water.I went completely under and stayed for a full minute before I broke the surface,wiping wet hair and water from my face.I had a moment to wish I had conjured a loofah or a washcloth but I let the errant thought slide away, taking pleasure in lathering myself with my fingers.I worked through my hair,detangling and scrubbing until I was satisfied,and ducked my head to rinse it.I grabbed the coconut and vanilla body wash I used at home and was overcome with a wave of homesickness.I thought of my parents and lecturers and smiled as I imagined the opposite reactions they'd each have to me being missing.

My parents would call the national guard and offer a reward for my safe return and my college instructors would throw a party in honor of my absence.I wasn't exactly the best student.I did love my mom and dad though.Oh how I wish I'd had the presence of mind to grab my phone.

I guess I can cut myself some slack since I went from being strangled by my sheets to almost kissing my ceiling against my will to being hauled into another dimension.

And all before breakfast.

Couldn't even squeeze in a sip of coke.

I'll have to see if I can summon that from the wall of wishes.

I poured a generous dollop of thick liquid in my palm then rubbed my hands together,relishing the slippery feel and the scent that wafted up into my nose.I felt my limbs begin to loosen and the tension leaving my body like steam from a cooling cauldron.Closing my eyes,I worked my soapy hands from my neck to my shoulders,sighing with pleasure at the touch of my own fingers on my heated,slick skin.My mind slowly began to empty,my focus shifting and centering on this moment,this sweet, private solitary bubble.I became aware of the incessant heartbeat that broke the stillness of the night,giving it my attention till I could feel the pulse echo and throb between my legs.It's been so long since I've been touched this intimately,since I've felt the exquisite ache of release.I needed something to detract from the mayhem of today,the confusion,uncertainty and action packed drama.

I needed to be still.I need to stop thinking and start feeling.

I need an orgasm.

My hands slid to the globes of my breasts and I let my head fall back,felt my hair sink into the water as I teased my hardened nipples.My arousal was like the mist of Nazir-soft and ephemeral but all encompassing and opaque.I was engulfed slowly and unerringly,my nipples tightening instinctively as I rolled them between my thumb and forefingers.Somewhere outside a bird called and it's mate answered with a long,mournful wail.I moaned low in my throat,my breathing quickening and my center pooling with liquid desire.I heard a voice heavy with bass conversing with another and Glob's face was fixed onto the swirling haze of my excitement.My right hand moved between my breasts,over my stomach and fisted in the dark curls at the apex of my thighs.I pretended my hands were his, stimulating my nipple,finessing the tiny nub that was begging to be touched.I pictured his glorious tongue seeking my clitoris and closing over it,suckling deeply.My legs parted on their own accord and my breasts grew heavy.I pressed both my nipples flat against the inside of my arm,deftly adjusting it so I could fondle a single,puckered peak while I stroked myself beneath the bubbles.And thought of Glob.

I parted my folds and slipped a finger inside myself,rocking my hips back and forth and picturing thick,muscled thighs.A tall,lean body that hinted at sinew, speed and strength.

A shallow dimple.

I sighed as my pleasure spiked and intensified,the fingers now pinching my nipple,sharpening my desire.My body hungered and yearned,strained toward fulfilment while trying to prolong the delicious agony.I could feel the hard pectorals,the luscious,soft chestnut hair that curled around my fingers and laughing whiskey eyes.Glob smiled in my head as I once again circled my clit with my finger but the smile was Keanu's,his face and form now superimposed over Glob's and I knew that I'd been picturing Keanu this entire time.I was too far gone to question why and too close to coming to care.I heard the plaintive howl of a hound and the remembered danger of it became a dark seduction.I inserted two fingers and rode them,my eyes closed tightly,the face and body of my best friend bringing me to a violent climax,the likes of which I'd never before experienced.

I couldn't open my eyes for at least five minutes.

My legs shook like leaves trying to cling to a branch during fall.I pulled my fingers out slowly,convulsing slightly from the waves of remnant pleasure coursing through me,like aftershocks from a devastating earthquake.

Holy freaking dragon fruit.

What in he actual hell was that?

I cupped my now tender breasts and looked down at my swollen,red nipples.The water was getting cold and almost all the bubbles were gone.

Why was I thinking about Keanu when I masturbated?

We've been friends,and nothing else since elementary school and he's never even hinted at being interested in anything more,despite being notoriously promiscuous.

I washed myself slowly as I tried to think through this new conundrum.

Do I like him?

Or is it just the chaos of the day taking it's toll?

I mean,it DID start off with Glob and he is FINE.

But it changed into Keanu REAL quick.

I cupped my sex and tried to imagine his face between my legs but it felt strange and..wrong somehow,as if I was imagining making love to my brother.

Until I pictured his well defined pectorals and my cooch spasmed with need.

I moved my hand and submerged myself once more,trying to clear my head and sort through my tumultuous thoughts.

I flitted through image after image of us rough housing,camping out,at karaoke,turning in identical science projects,him trowing bugs down my shirt and me teasing him about his barbie bimbos.I thought if the countless sleepovers,school trips,family cook outs and days at the beach.

So a lesbian has the hots for me and I've got the hots for my best friend?

No way.

I refuse to accept any of these things as the truth.I shot up from the tub like a bullet and stepped out angrily,yanking a plump towel from a bejeweled rack and scrubbing my face furiously.

I almost slid on the smooth tiles but that didn't put a damper on my indignation.

No siree Bob.

Just a single day ago,my life was normal,flowing along it's merry mundane way.

No whacking of to Keanu,no snakes trying to eat me,no flying or controlling rocks and no red-headed girl making passes at me.

I want to go home.

I toweled off in record time and threw the towel on the floor,bypassing the thick terry robe.

I stepped out of the bathroom and into the suite nude,pressed my palm against the pad for lotion and deoderant.

Went to the closet and saw that whoever had outfitted it had neglected to include any form of underwear and stomped to the pad to get those as well.

Who does Mr.Drooltastic think he is? Giving out orders to kidnap me and bring me here to save his loony kingdom.Ruining my well established reality and altering the way I see my best friend.

I don't need this crap!

What I need is to give him a piece of my mind.

I dress hurriedly,getting more annoyed as my hair dripped all over me and my new (probably used) clothes.

The bloody thing needed to be cut.

I sat on the bed to put on my shoes,felt it's irresistible softness and paused.

Looked at the mound of pillows and considered.

I guess Glob could wait till I took a quick nap.

I mean, I've earned it right?

And the bed looked so inviting and felt like a dream.I swear it spoke to me.

Or maybe I'm so tired I'm hallucinating.

I stretched out,intending to only lay down for a couple minutes before I went hunting for Glob so I could ream him a new asshole,and promptly fell asleep.