Zoey and Me Ch. 06

"Good," I said, unwilling to make more of a commitment to it than that.

"You looked sexy with that up your butt," Sam offered and I think I blushed because we were talking about my butt and that felt funny.

"Aw, sweetie, don't be like that," Lindsey said, caressing my cheek and giving it a quick kiss. "That's a good toy. You should try wearing it to class sometime." When I gave her a shocked looked all three girls laughed. I couldn't imagine doing something like that. Again, Lindsey was the first to call an end to the fun by reaching for her clothes. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm still hungry." That was a consensus shared in the room and we ate together, laughing, joking and talking about all sorts of things.

We walked back to the dorm as two couples. Lindsey and I walked side-by-side while Zoey and Sam did the same thing. Along the way, for whatever reason, it became really important to Sam that one of us went back to her room to meet her roommate. I didn't have an interest in meeting her roommate and neither did Lindsey. Inside the lobby, Zoey and Sam turned towards Sam's room while Lindsey and I went home. Once we were alone, I asked Lindsey, "You were kidding about wearing that toy to class, weren't you?"

"No," she giggled. "I've worn it to work, too, though that's tough. I usually can't make it the whole day."

"Because it gets annoying?"

"Because I get too excited and then I'm playing with myself in the bathroom before lunch. After I get off a couple times, I have to pull it out or I'll just keep wanting to play."

"Where did you ever get it?" I asked as we reached our room. She told me about a sex shop near the airport where she lived and how she and her girlfriends would go in there and dare each other to buy stuff.

"That was the first thing I bought I didn't even understand what it was until I got home with it. It didn't make sense to me until I tried it and then . . . well, it feels good, doesn't it?"

I couldn't imagine buying something like that without understanding its true purpose, except for how she explained it. I thought about it and realized that if I had done that, I would have been curious, too. "Does your boyfriend know about your toys?"

"No way," she giggled. "He'd freak out. He doesn't even know I play with myself." It went without saying that he wouldn't know about how she had played with girls, too. It was sort of a small conversation but it was one that made a big impact on me and how I would live my life in the years to come after then. So many of those days were learning experiences, like that little story from Lindsey was.

"Have you ever watched your boyfriend play with himself?" I asked.

"I'm not sure he does that," she said and I laughed at that. I might not have much experience with girls or butt plugs, but I had plenty of experience with guys.

"Trust me, he does," I assured her. "Guys do it more than girls do it."

"How often do you do it?"

"I don't know," I said, thinking about it. "Sometimes I'll do it a few times in a day, like back-to-back or a couple of times and then a break and then a couple more times. Sometimes I'll go a couple days without doing it, but then I almost have to do it three or four times to get caught up, so maybe every other day or so? What about you?" Her answer surprised me.

"Every night when I'm taking a shower," she said.

"No way!" I cried except I had no way of knowing.

"I'd do it in bed except we always go to bed together and I didn't want you to know what I was doing."

"What about your toys?" I asked, not believing that someone with a toy the size of Kong would masturbate without it too many times.

"Only when I know you're not going to be home for a bit, otherwise, I'll sneak my other toy into the bathroom with me. And like I said, sometimes I'll wear it during the day, too. It's so fucking hot. You should get one!"

"Maybe," I said, not convinced that I needed to own a butt plug. This afternoon had been fun, but it wasn't enough to convert me into an anal slut like the three of them. Besides, where was I going to buy one? From a catalog? It didn't feel like the sort of thing I wanted showing up at my house when I wasn't there to accept the package or showing up in the college mail with how often mail was passed out to the wrong people. "Do you ever feel like you're cheating on your boyfriend if you play with yourself?"

"No," she said, giving me a funny look. "Do you?"

"No," I admitted, even though I didn't have a boyfriend at the moment. "But if you do it and he does it, then why isn't it something you can talk about?"

"Do you talk about it with your boyfriend?" she asked. I reminded her I didn't have a boyfriend, but admitted that even when I did, it wasn't something we talked about. "I'd like to think we could talk about it," I said, meaning whatever boyfriend I ended up having.

"I don't know, it seems sort of private. Do you think we should talk about it?" I wasn't sure what she meant and she saw that. "I mean, maybe we should tell each other every time we do it or something?"

It was an interesting proposal and I have to admit that I liked the idea. "What if hearing you did it makes me want to do it?"

"Yeah, what if?" Lindsey asked with that sly smirk on her face that was always so fun looking. I noticed how she squirmed a bit and thought about calling her on it when a better idea came to mind.

"I don't believe you can really keep that toy up your butt for longer than a few minutes without touching yourself."

"Can to," she insisted before catching on to what I was saying. She smiled, picked up her toy and put it next to her while she worked off her jeans and panties. "This is sort of unfair because I'm already horny."

"Good," I said, squirming and resisting the urge to clutch at myself for the few moments it took her to put the toy in place. It didn't take her long before she pulled up her panties and jeans as if nothing had changed. "Feel good?"

"Yes," she said in a soft, excited voice that told me it felt very good. "Now we should go out and get some coffee or something." Her eyes went wide at my suggestion because the coffee shop was just off campus and a couple blocks away from our dorm room. "Unless you don't think you can."

"Fuck you," she said, standing and jamming some money into her pocket. I was right behind her and when we moved into the hallway I glanced behind us to make sure no one could see. I grabbed her ass, feeling the toy stuck between her cheeks. "Hey!" she cried out and giggled. I wondered if she could tell how much that was getting to me, too. When we got to the coffee shop, I was surprised with how much control she had. There was no way for anyone to know what was happening inside her jeans, but I did and I wasn't going to make it easy on her. Even though we got our coffee to-go, I suggested we sit outside at one of the tables to drink it. She glared at me but nodded. "I'm so going to make you pay for this when we get back to room."

"Tease," I said and sipped my coffee as if I didn't have a care in the world.

"Have you even met a guy you like since you've been here?" she asked and I told her about Eric. He wasn't the only guy I had met since I got to college, just the most recent. I hadn't turned into a full slut yet, but after my afternoon with Eric and his roommate, I knew I wanted to. In some ways, Zoey had come into my life at a good time to stop me from going dick crazy. I only told Lindsey about that night with Eric and how I did it to make sure I still like dick. "That's just how I felt after the first time I was with one of my girlfriends!" she said and we laughed at the similar reactions.

We sat for a moment and before she could change the topic, I decided I needed to tell her the rest of the story about Eric. I told her about what I had done with Eric and his roommate, Terrance. Lindsey looked shocked and it made me think that was a story I shouldn't have told, except I was really into this whole honesty kick and felt as if I needed to tell her.

"What's next? Three guys?" she asked, pointing out how I did one guy after doing Zoey and two guys after doing both Zoey and Sam. That was pretty funny, actually. We finished our coffee and walked back to our dorm. Along the way she asked how serious we were about seducing Beth and I said I wasn't sure. I asked if she wanted to help us do and she said she didn't. I asked if she wanted to know about it and she said, "I guess we promised to tell each other everything, right?"

"So, what do you want to do when we get back to the room?" I asked and Lindsey smiled.

"Am I allowed to do anything?"

"Sure," I said before catching the flicker of disappointment on her face. "As long you ask permission first."

"When did you get to be such a bitch?" she asked, but the smile she was wearing glowed big enough to light all great outdoors. I thought about that smile as she worked the front door of our building and led the way to our room. Once inside the room, I used the bathroom, shutting the door to Beth and Zoey's room without checking if they were home or not. Lindsey said she needed to pee, too.

"Go for it," I said, standing just inside the bathroom door.

"You're going to watch?"

"I'm going to make sure you don't do anything else," I said. She didn't.

"What now?" she asked when we were back inside the room. I noticed she closed our bathroom door, a clear sign we wanted privacy. I thought that was a good idea because I was really horny. I thought about making her suffer. I thought about sitting down at my computer and trying to work on the paper I had due next week, but I knew I would be able to concentrate. Instead, I started getting undressed. Lindsey watched me with an envious look in her eyes. I knew she wanted to get naked, too, which was exactly why I didn't let her do it. Even though I felt in control, it still felt funny getting naked in front of her. I picked up Kong from the refrigerator and sat on my bed facing her. "Can I help?" she asked.

"You already are," I assured her as I play the tip of the fat, heavy toy between my legs. My nipples ached for attention and once I planted the toy inside my pussy, I moved my free hand to my chest. "I like how you seem to know when to pinch me harder," I said, pinching and rolling one of my hard nipples. I saw her biting her lip. "You can sit, you know." She nodded and sat on her bed with her hands between her knees as if she needed to clamp her knees around her hands to keep them from roaming her body.

I was playing things by ear and I no idea what I was doing. I'm not good at think up lies on the spot but I am good at picking up on subtle clues within the moment. Even when Zoey was telling Lindsey lies I think I knew why she was doing it and where she was going with it. Remembering how it went with Lindsey still gets to me even now because it was so hot and fresh and exciting. I wasn't nervous as much as I was excited I didn't have a reason to be nervous but I was getting curious, too. Something was going on here and I wanted to know what it was. I wanted more than to know what was going on, I wanted to understand it, too. I had gotten naked in front of Lindsey for because I was horny and I wanted to get off and there was something going inside me about being watched while I was doing sexy things. I think part of me wanted to test our arrangement, too. What I didn't expect was the reaction I was getting from Lindsey, including the way she had practically volunteered to put her butt plug in place after I had suggested it. Something told me that Lindsey enjoyed being teased and told what to do and the stronger that sensation came to me the more I wanted to test it out. Seeing her staring at me with those hungry eyes, passion and need drawn on her face was as hot as performing in front of her. Words like "voyeur" and "exhibitionist" didn't have a meaning for me back then but I felt their impact on a personal level.

I watched Lindsey squirming as she watched me and I could guess how much in need she was and that excited me. The more excited she got from watching me the more excited I got performing for her except I wasn't performing, I was really doing it. I was hot, horny and in need. My pussy ached for satisfaction and I was determined to find it. Making love to Lindsey would have felt good except sometimes being a bit selfish and doing it yourself feels good, too. And that toy of hers, Kong, was just the ticket for my wet, needy pussy. Sliding that big toy in and out of my pussy felt so good. It filled me in ways that are difficult to describe because it was so big. I pulled on my hard nipples and felt my orgasm boiling up inside of me like a pot of water on the stove that is about to boil over. I wondered if I would even need to touch my clitoris. I felt as if I could orgasm from the toy and playing with nipples and nothing more until I reached a leveling off point that I think most women know all too well. Sometimes we get so excited and then reach a plateau that we can't fall off of and we stay super excited and frustrated and need something more to push us over the edge even if we can't figure out what that something more is. That's where I was stuck, on that very edge of another orgasm that wouldn't happen until something changed.

"Do it," Lindsey coached as if she could read the frustration I felt and maybe she could. Lindsey was a very empathic individual and could read people better than anyone I knew. Sometimes I think she saw through the game Zoey and I had played with her though I never asked her. "Do it, Katie."

I had to let go of my tits for two reasons. One, because I was making them hurt by twisting, pulling and pinching on them so hard. The other reason is because I needed something more I knew I had to touch my clit. My clitty felt swollen and on fire and it ached in a way that made me think of how a man's penis can look sometimes right before they shoot off. I touched myself, caressing that sensitive little bud and that was all it took. I came with big sighs of relief that felt so good. My orgasm wasn't quite as intense as when I was riding Lindsey's face with that toy stuck up my butt, but it was close and I felt so good after I came. I don't know about other women but I have a couple of different kinds of orgasms. Sometimes I have an orgasm and it just fires me up to see how many more I can have. Sometimes I have an orgasm that fills me on the first try and quenches the fire of lust inside me from a huge roar back to glowing embers. Those are good orgasms because I feel sated afterwards but I know the fire is still there if I want to go again. This orgasm was one of those, an orgasm that satisfied me without removing the idea that I'm a sexual being and I might want to have another orgasm again at some point. Best of all, it freed my mind from my body's immediate need so I could consider Lindsey on a different level.

"I think you like watching," I told her, carrying Kong to the sink and washing him off before putting him back on the refrigerator. Hadn't that been my idea, too? Hadn't I come up with the idea of displaying the toys for all to see? It felt that way and again I had the thought that Lindsey enjoyed being told what to do.

"You are so sexy," she purred in that softer tone she used when she was really excited.

"Maybe you're just saying that," I suggested as I smiled at her.

"No, you are!" she insisted. "I think you're a lot sexier than Zoey." That was news to me. Like I said before, I always thought of myself as plain. I have good parts and I'm skinny and I have okay curves. I know I have great nipples because of how many times people have told me that. I think I can clean up pretty good when I want to really put the effort into it but when it comes to people like Zoey, I know guys will always notice her first and they should. Zoey was pint sized, bubbly, blonde and looked large chested even if she wasn't that well endowed up there and only looked that way because of how small her frame was. I thought both Lindsey and Samantha looked prettier than me, too, in different ways that Zoey.

"Not I'm not," I said instead of insisting I was plain like I usually do. "Why would you even say something like that?"

"Because you're real," Lindsey said with honest sincerity that a person can't really fake. "You don't have a fake all over tan and you don't pretend to be a ginger when maybe you're really a redhead and you don't want to be. And you're honest and that's always better."

I wasn't sure what to make of Lindsey's words because I had never had someone say those things to me before. I know Zoey thought I was exotic looking because I had an olive tone to my skin and dark, curly hair. I had other people tell me that I looked like a gypsy woman or something and I never knew if that was a compliment or not. I thought her impression of Zoey and Samantha were interesting, too.

"You're really wet right now, aren't you?" I asked. She nodded. "If anything in the world could happen right now, what would you want to have happen the most?"

"Whatever you want," she said and I found that answer interesting. She could have said anything at all and it would have been okay. She could have wished for her boyfriend to walk through the front door or Zoey or Samantha. She could have said she wanted me to go down on her or that she wanted to have a turn with Kong or that she just wanted a chance to get off. She could have even said she wanted to eat my pussy or fuck my ass or anything at all. Instead, she had said what she said and I found that very, very interesting.

"What if I don't want to do anything right now?" I asked and I picked up my panties as if that was the case.

"Okay," she said.

"What if I told you I wanted you to sleep with that toy inside of you?"

"I've never done that before, but I can try," she offered. That's when it occurred to me that I had her under my spell. I didn't feel worthy of having that kind of control over her but I'd be telling a lie if I said it didn't intrigue me. I pulled on my panties and t-shirt before moving to stand in front of her. I caressed the side of her face and marveled as she looked up at me with such desperation. I ran my hand down her front and cupped her breast. The fire smoldering in her eyes felt wonderful. I pulled off her shirt and she allowed it like a rag doll. I undid her bra and she allowed it without comment or objection. I felt her breasts, teasing her nipples and studying them at the same time. Lindsey had wonderful breasts. Taking her hands in mine, I pulled her to her feet and finished undressing her. Not another word had passed between us and her silent willingness to submit to me was amazing. She had no idea what I planned on doing and yet choose to trust me.

With the gift of "anything" I choose to return to her the gift she had given me earlier. I turned her around so she faced her bed. I laid on the floor between her legs and told her to kneel. She did, instinctively understanding how I wanted her to be positioned. Earlier, I had rode her face and thrilled at the idea of what I was doing. I didn't know if she would thrill at the sensation, but I didn't care. I pulled on her hips, lowered her over my mouth and began eating her. As she had done to me, I cupped her pretty little ass and placed a thumb over the flange of the toy inside her ass. I wiggled the toy as I ate her pussy, allowing her to move however she needed to move for it to feel best. She accepted what I was doing and I felt her passion, her need and her excitement. Her pussy was wet and needful and I delighted in the sensation of feeling her riding my tongue. She gasped and soon cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The best part was how she lost herself and ground against my mouth and tongue with pleasure. I grabbed her hips, refused to allow her to move away and I didn't stop until her I heard her repeating her orgasm chant.