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Authors: Victoria Wessex
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cock— much smaller than Tanner’s, from what I’d felt. But it would do.
I switched it on and played the very tip of it along my lips and then in slow circles around my clit. I loved this one because the tapered tip meant I could hit exactly...the...right...spot. I added another finger, thrusting two of them inside me in urgent strokes while the vibe circled and circled. In my mind, Tanner had his hands on my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he entered me. My chin was on his shoulder, eyes shut tight, mouth strained and gasping, my fingers clawing at the muscles of his back and—
Oh...God….
“Charlotte?” Tanner’s voice outside my door, just a few feet from where I was standing.
I drew in a massive gulp of air and hurled the vibrator across the room. Where the hell had he come from?! I hadn’t even heard him come in!
I took stock. I was standing against the wall, separated from Tanner only by a thin wooden door...which was unlocked. I was naked, save for my unbuttoned blouse which currently hid absolutely nothing, and my bra which was flipped up to show my breasts. I was bathed in sweat, I could feel my own juices sticky on my inner thighs and...oh yes. Somewhere in the room, I could hear the vibrator buzzing.
If I pulled my clothes on, he’d hear it. And then he’d know I’d been undressed. “Coming!” I called, playing for time. I pressed myself up against the door, opened it just wide enough to poke my head out, and leaned around. “Yes?” I said innocently.
He was standing right outside my bedroom door, still in his suit but more...disheveled. The shirt had an extra button open, I decided, and his hair was tousled. On him, it looked good. Actually, on him, it looked amazing.
“Oh,” he said. “Good. I thought maybe you’d be asleep.”
Why didn’t I just pretend to be asleep?! I wondered. Too late now. “No,” I said, and then faked a yawn. “I was just about to turn in.”
He frowned. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You’re all...sweaty.”
He stared at me. I stared at him. He swayed slightly.
He’s drunk, I thought. That was good. If he was drunk, he might not pick up on what he was seeing. “I was exercising,” I said.
He frowned again. “Exercising? At one AM?”
Was it really that late? I must have been brooding on the bed for longer than I thought. Before I started fantasizing about him. Before I started...I blushed. “It’s a British thing,” I told him firmly. “We learn it in public school. Every night before we go to bed. It’s called...physical jerks.”
“Physical jerks?”
“Physical jerks.”
He nodded sagely and then just stared at me. “I wanted to tell you,” he said, “that I understand.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You think I don’t understand, but I do. I really really do. Can I come in?”
I felt my bare nipples pressing against the door. “Not really.”
“Oh. What’s that noise?”
I could hear the vibrator humming merrily away and prayed to God that it wasn’t anywhere visible through the crack in the door. “What noise?”
He frowned harder, but then said, “I had to tell you that...”—he took a deep breath—“I realized you’re like Abigail, in the movie.”
“Right,” I said, nodding. But he just stood there looking at me expectantly. “Which movie?” I asked.
“ The movie.”
I tried to think of a famous movie with an Abigail in it, and couldn’t. But I assumed she was a plus-sized but lovable sidekick to the heroine who is given a token happy ending just before the credits roll. “Okay,” I said. “Well, thank you.”
“You’re Abigail!” he said insistently. “You’re my Abigail!”
I nodded, feeling I was missing something. “Okay. Well, I should probably get to bed.” And I did the worst fake yawn in history.
Tanner looked oddly defeated. “Okay. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Cole.” And I closed the door, my almost-naked body still pressed against it. I could feel my body heat
I switched it on and played the very tip of it along my lips and then in slow circles around my clit. I loved this one because the tapered tip meant I could hit exactly...the...right...spot. I added another finger, thrusting two of them inside me in urgent strokes while the vibe circled and circled. In my mind, Tanner had his hands on my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he entered me. My chin was on his shoulder, eyes shut tight, mouth strained and gasping, my fingers clawing at the muscles of his back and—
Oh...God….
“Charlotte?” Tanner’s voice outside my door, just a few feet from where I was standing.
I drew in a massive gulp of air and hurled the vibrator across the room. Where the hell had he come from?! I hadn’t even heard him come in!
I took stock. I was standing against the wall, separated from Tanner only by a thin wooden door...which was unlocked. I was naked, save for my unbuttoned blouse which currently hid absolutely nothing, and my bra which was flipped up to show my breasts. I was bathed in sweat, I could feel my own juices sticky on my inner thighs and...oh yes. Somewhere in the room, I could hear the vibrator buzzing.
If I pulled my clothes on, he’d hear it. And then he’d know I’d been undressed. “Coming!” I called, playing for time. I pressed myself up against the door, opened it just wide enough to poke my head out, and leaned around. “Yes?” I said innocently.
He was standing right outside my bedroom door, still in his suit but more...disheveled. The shirt had an extra button open, I decided, and his hair was tousled. On him, it looked good. Actually, on him, it looked amazing.
“Oh,” he said. “Good. I thought maybe you’d be asleep.”
Why didn’t I just pretend to be asleep?! I wondered. Too late now. “No,” I said, and then faked a yawn. “I was just about to turn in.”
He frowned. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You’re all...sweaty.”
He stared at me. I stared at him. He swayed slightly.
He’s drunk, I thought. That was good. If he was drunk, he might not pick up on what he was seeing. “I was exercising,” I said.
He frowned again. “Exercising? At one AM?”
Was it really that late? I must have been brooding on the bed for longer than I thought. Before I started fantasizing about him. Before I started...I blushed. “It’s a British thing,” I told him firmly. “We learn it in public school. Every night before we go to bed. It’s called...physical jerks.”
“Physical jerks?”
“Physical jerks.”
He nodded sagely and then just stared at me. “I wanted to tell you,” he said, “that I understand.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You think I don’t understand, but I do. I really really do. Can I come in?”
I felt my bare nipples pressing against the door. “Not really.”
“Oh. What’s that noise?”
I could hear the vibrator humming merrily away and prayed to God that it wasn’t anywhere visible through the crack in the door. “What noise?”
He frowned harder, but then said, “I had to tell you that...”—he took a deep breath—“I realized you’re like Abigail, in the movie.”
“Right,” I said, nodding. But he just stood there looking at me expectantly. “Which movie?” I asked.
“ The movie.”
I tried to think of a famous movie with an Abigail in it, and couldn’t. But I assumed she was a plus-sized but lovable sidekick to the heroine who is given a token happy ending just before the credits roll. “Okay,” I said. “Well, thank you.”
“You’re Abigail!” he said insistently. “You’re my Abigail!”
I nodded, feeling I was missing something. “Okay. Well, I should probably get to bed.” And I did the worst fake yawn in history.
Tanner looked oddly defeated. “Okay. Well, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Cole.” And I closed the door, my almost-naked body still pressed against it. I could feel my body heat
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