I go over to Lacey and spend the rest of the day with her. Even though she keeps me busy, I never forget about the plug, just waiting in its box for me.
Griffin calls around five to let me know that he’ll be late tonight, and I agree to stay on. I don’t say a word about the presents and he doesn’t either. It’s almost as if he hadn’t just given me a lingerie set and an anal plug, like that’s totally normal or something.
It’s not normal, of course, totally not normal, but nothing about this situation is normal. And to be honest, I don’t really care. I like this situation, as messed up as that is, and it excites me just looking at the box.
I feed Lacey and eventually I get her ready for bed. Fortunately, she goes down pretty easily, and soon I find myself alone in Griffin’s apartment.
I check the time, but he won’t be back for another hour. I try to distract myself with some crappy TV, but I keep glancing over at the box, wondering about that plug, so curious about how it would feel.
I know it would be better if I could just ignore it, but I can’t. And so about a half hour after Lacey goes to sleep, about how long it takes before I’m sure she’ll stay down, I open the box back up and fish the plug from the bottom.
Biting my lip, I carry it into the bedroom. I set up the baby monitor so I can hear if Lacey wakes up before closing the door. In my excitement, I forget to lock it.
I have to Google how to actually use the thing. I bite my lip as I unbutton my jeans and slide them off my body. I’m dripping wet and my heart is hammering in my chest as I slide my panties down my body. I climb onto Griffin’s bed, plug in my hand, and I get on all fours, spreading my legs wide.
My heart is hammering as I suck the plug to get it wet. I know I need lube, but this is the best I can do. Plus, the plug isn’t that big. I get it nice and wet, thinking about Griffin, imagining it’s his hard cock, or at least a smaller version of it.
This is so crazy. I’m on all fours, spread and dripping wet, totally exposed. I’m in Griffin’s bedroom, the place where he sleeps. I usually avoid the bedroom when I can, ever since I found those letters that I know I shouldn’t have found. My heart is hammering and I’m dripping, and I know that the naughty and dirty nature of this act is what’s making me so excited.
Plus, I like the idea of doing this in Griffin’s room. That just makes it so wrong, but also so exciting. Part of me wants him to know that I’m using his plug in here. Maybe I’ll even take a picture for him, tease him a little bit. I bite my lip, pretty nervous and afraid, but so excited, heart beating so fast, pussy dripping wet, that I can’t help myself.
I make sure the plug is nice and wet before slowly easing it against my ass. I gasp a little as I slowly slide it inside of myself. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but it doesn’t hurt. I move it in, inch by inch, so agonizingly slowly. There’s no pain, just discomfort, and I don’t rush myself. Slowly, I slide it inside of my ass, until it’s inside of me up to its base.
I gasp and sit still, shocked at the sensation. I had no clue that I liked things inside of me like this, but hell, the feeling of being full is so amazing. The whole situation just makes it so exciting.
I can’t help myself. I take my right hand and put it between my legs, finding my clit. I begin to rub myself, pleasure flooding my body and my mind, the plug inside of me up to the base. It feels so good, so freaking wrong, but I can’t help myself.
As I rub my clit, I don’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps coming down the hallway.
11
Griffin
I get home a bit earlier than I thought I would. I feel excited, not nervous at all. I know she got my present and had some time to digest it by this point, so I’m curious about how Erin is going to react.
But as soon as I walk into the apartment, I can tell something is off. I don’t see Erin in the living room. Lacey is nowhere to be seen. I quickly walk over to Lacey’s room and find her fast asleep in bed.
“Erin?” I say, not too loud. I don’t want to wake Lacey.
I hear a noise from down the hall. I keep going toward my bedroom. The door is shut, which I’m pretty sure I didn’t do. I push it open and step into my room.
“Erin?” I ask as the door open, just before I spot her on the bed.
She’s beet red, sitting back on her hands, legs crossed and closed. And she’s not wearing any pants.
I cock my head at her, taking it in. Her legs are gorgeous and bare, and she’s not even wearing any panties. I can see them lying on the floor with her jeans. She’s bright red and flushed, like she’s both excited and embarrassed, and it takes me half a second to realize what I just walked in on.