“Besides planting microgreens in every window?” The teasing comment came out as a sensuous sigh.
“Yes. I want to tell you about my microgreens.” Sullivan rocked her hips, pressing into Kia’s ass. “I want—” Sullivanmoaned.
Kia lifted her hips to press against Sullivan.
“That feels good,” Sullivan groaned. She rocked back and forth, her movements growing more frantic. “Yes. God, yes!” Then Sullivan stopped, slid off Kia, and lay panting next to her. Kia could feel Sullivan’s need in the way Sullivan’s hips still undulated as she lay next to Kia. It turned Kia on more than she’d ever been turned on.
“You don’t have to stop,” Kia said.
“Right now is about you. Ready for my secret?” Sullivan whispered into Kia’s lips.
“I want all your secrets.”
Sullivan crawled over Kia.
“Excuse me, miss,” she said amiably.
It was an awkward, intimate gesture, like reaching around someone to get in a high cupboard when it would have been easier just to ask them to move over. From that position, Sullivan pulled a wand vibrator out of her bedside table. She plugged it into the base of her lamp, then turned on the device. Kia had vibrators, but she’d never used one with another person.
“It’s called the Labianator,” Sullivan said.
“That’s an action hero name.”
“What movies are you watching?”
“Not a porn name!”
“No shame. I watch porn.”
The vibrator roared as Sullivan turned it up.
“It sounds like a leaf blower,” Kia said.
“It’s very frustrating because I can’t use it when you’re in your bedroom.”
Kia touched the vibrating head, which was apparently designed to imitate an earthquake.
“Oh my god, that’s fierce. How do you use it at all?”
Sullivan pulled her pillow from where it had slid off the bed and placed the vibrator under it.
“You can straddle it.”
Kia felt herself blush. Modesty and desire fought for control of her body. Then Kia took a deep breath and straddled the pillow. She felt absolutely ridiculous. And she was pressing her pussy into the pillow Sullivan slept on! Even if Sullivan washed the pillowcase, she’d think about Kia when she laid down her head. Some of Kia’s self-consciousness melted. Sullivan wanted her. It made Kia feel powerful and gorgeous.
“It’s okay to laugh,” Sullivan said, her voice warm. “It is funny. I mean it’s called the Labianator. The classic wand is called the Hitachi, but nooo, I had to buy the Labianator because it’s from a carbon-neutral sex toy company.”
In that moment, Kia loved Sullivan for buying green sex toys, and she loved Sullivan’s confidence and her playful cockiness. That combination had drawn her to Sullivan (after Sullivan’s lips and cheekbones and dope grandpa fashion) their first day at school. Sullivan took her work, her craft, her values seriously, but not herself. That thought breezed through Kia’s mind, but it didn’t take her out of the moment.
“Can I get on top of you again?” Sullivan asked.
At Kia’s enthusiastic yes, Sullivan mounted her again, sitting on Kia’s ass, pressing Kia into the pillow and the vibrations.
“You can let me do everything.” Sullivan rolled her hipsagainst Kia’s ass.
The mix of sensations made Kia moan with pleasure.
“Or you can take over.”
