Page 49 of Temptation at Randy's

For a few seconds, I just stood still. To be fair, I’d told them many things. It was a result of my general awkwardness and the fact that I completely lost my marbles around them. I supposed it was good to know they didn’t see the problem with it.

Oh.

Ooooh.

That could’ve clicked faster, sure.

My ass clenched. “You want me to…?”

“Yep.” Claude tilted their head to the side—as they did. The movement was becoming so intrinsically associated with them in my head, it spoke to how often I’d seen them do it in the last week alone. “Unless you aren’t comfortable?”

I swallowed. “I’m comfortable.”

I’d only played with my cunts in front of one other person before, but I was comfortable. It was just… nerve-wracking, as everything seemed to be lately.

“Where do you want me?”

“You can be there.” I cleared my throat. I had no idea how I was managing to push the words out—while sounding relatively sane, too. “Between my legs, I mean. Just, uh, if you can help me with the corset?”

A part of me was curious, felt hot all over, imagining fucking myself for Claude in the outfit. Another part wasn’t sure I could do it with the pressure in my abdomen. Maybe another day, when I was more… confident.

“Sure.” Claude shrugged. “Full disclaimer, though, I don’t know how these go.”

“It’s fine.” I snorted. “I don’t, either.”

“So… we’re fucked,” they said in their driest tone. “Fun.”

It was all teasing, though. Claude scooted so that I could stand on my knees on the bed and turn around. They might not be as quick with it as Dylan had been, but they didn’t flounder, either. I wasn’t sure I would’ve managed if the roles were reversed. Well, I would’ve done it, but it would’ve taken longer.

My chest expanded the second the pressure of the corset was out of the way. I liked the way the corset shaped my body, but I didn’t know how people managed to wear them on the regular. I’d rather stick to my dresses.

Claude was almost reverent as their fingers grabbed on the hem of it. They were only teasing, but my breath still caught. My body caught up before my brain did, too, lifting my hips up in the air for them.

Again, I was soon naked—well, almost, underwear notwithstanding—while Claude was fully clothed. Exposed, while they were a shielded fortress.

It was ridiculous, and made me a total simp, but it made me hot.

My cheeks heated as I let out a soft moan before I’d even touched myself—or Claude had.

“You really are horny all the time,” they said.

They were using my words from before. It was mean, I supposed, but it just had me writhing on the bed.

“You make me horny,” I protested.

I didn’t care if I wasn’t fully coherent, or if the tone of my words contradicted the urgency in my body.

“Get to work, then.” They winked, settling back until their ass met their ankles.

I nodded. I just needed a second, to close my eyes and breathe. This was fine. I wantedthis—wanted much more than this. Claude wanted it, too. I knew they did, even though I couldn’t always tell how their want would manifest.

I trusted them to tell me, too, if I was getting it wrong somehow. If anyone was going to get something wrong, it would be me. That was just being realistic.

I unclasped my bra first. It was silly, but I always felt awkward playing with myself when I wasn’t completely naked. It felt more intimate, more meaningful, when there was nothing shielding me. I liked having my body looked at by a partner, too. There was something about it that elevated the experience for me.

Claude didn’t say anything, but there was a certain glint in their eyes. Approval. Or maybe I was projecting. I couldn’t say I quite cared. Whatever it was, it was still there when I pulled my matching undies out of the way.

I gently pressed a hand against my lower belly as I did so. I’d tucked before getting dressed, and there was a certain comfort in feeling the result of it.

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