The Infamous Ellen James(63)

I glance at the clock and see that Amy isn't due home for another hour, and Lizzy is out working off her frustrations with her new personal trainer, who's not a day over twenty-four and sporting some serious V muscles.

Ohhhhh, Trent's V muscles. His sexy, sexy V muscles.

I decide to settle on the next best thing—my vibrator. This little baby has seen me through some rough times and can work my clit like no one's business. Yes, this is the same vibrator I now fondly call Trent Hamilton. And boy oh boy can Trent Hamilton magically work my juice-box until I'm squirting like a Capri Sun. I grab T.H. from the nightstand and get myself comfortable on my bed.

My panties are off, and my tits are pulled out of my bra, showing my seemingly ever-present hardened nipples. I turn T.H. on and spread my legs wide, ready to get this party-of-one sex show going. I slide it along my folds, the tip of the vibrator already glistening with my arousal. I turn up the speed and push those vibrations along my sex, running smooth circles around my clit, causing my legs to tremble in anticipation.

Oh yes. I need this.

My right hand strokes my breast, tweaking my nipple, as my left hand works my snatch over with T.H.'s euphoric sensations. My eyes close and my lips are parted as waves of pleasure build deep inside.

Yes. Work my clit, Trent. Work my fucking clit.

I'm fantasizing about Trent taking me roughly from behind, his hand grasping the back of my neck as he pushes me on to my bed, plunging inside of me.

Right there… Oh yes, right there!

I slide T.H. inside my pussy and my walls tighten automatically. The rhythmic vibrations send shockwaves throughout my body, building my climax to immeasurable heights. My mind is still off with the real T.H., getting fucked from behind with a possessive fervor. He's got my ponytail wrapped around his wrist and he's pulling my hair in sync with each thrust.

I'm so close! Oh yes! Keep going, Trent!

A faint giggle pulls me from my thoughts and my eyes jerk open just in time as crashing waves from my orgasm start to pull me under. I'm in full climax mode as my eyes are locked with…Amy.

Fucking fuck! God dammit, Amy!

My mind and vagina are on the complete opposite spectrum. I'm trembling and shuddering and quietly moaning while my mouth is agape, looking at Amy in complete shock. My jaw has nearly dropped to my chest and I'm clutching my vibrator like I'm going to use it as a weapon.

I'm going to vibrator-whip Amy.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” My voice finally squeaks out once my vagina comes down from her O-induced high.

“Well…” Amy clears her throat and leans against my doorframe with a cheeky grin on her face. “I came in here to let you know that Trent called. He's on his way, and I just wanted to see what you were up to.” She shrugs her shoulders innocently.

“You didn't think that knocking was an appropriate choice in this situation?” I spat with fury all over my face. “Or maybe, I don't know, getting the hell out of my room when you saw me in here…”

“Diddling your skittle? Fluffing your muff? Shucking your oyster? Beating your—”

I cut her off brusquely as I clutch my sheets to my chest. “God dammit! I just came while I was looking at your face! This is seriously deranged. Are you not seeing how completely fucked up this entire situation is?”

“I think it's kind of sweet actually.” She smiles widely at me. “I mean, we just took our friendship to the next level, Ellie Belly. You just put me in your spank bank rotation!” She holds her hands up to her chest in glee like she just won first runner-up at a beauty queen pageant.

“Remind me why we're friends again?” I close my eyes in exasperation and take a deep, calming breath in a weak attempt to hold myself back from smacking her across the face with my vibrator.

“Because you love me and now you love diddling yourself to my pretty face.”

I clench my vibrator in my hand, and then, before I can bring myself back down from my irritation, I launch T.H. across the room, smacking Amy right across the face and leaving a glistening hint of my cum on her forehead.

Amy is frozen from shock as she stands in my doorway. She's looking back at me with determined eyes as her fingers touch her forehead, feeling the already light red spot my vibrator placed there.

“And we're friends because you love me and now you like when I put my cum on your forehead.”

Amy dives toward my bed in a fit of rage, jumping on top of me and wrestling me to the floor. The sheet is no longer covering my nearly naked body as we continue to roll around on my hardwood floor, screaming, pulling hair, and smacking each other in frustration.

“Cum twat!”

“Obsessive masturbator!”

“Loosey McLabia Face!”