Page 152 of The Snowball Effect

The faintest… moan? Was that a fuckingmoan?

Regan had – unfortunately – been the unwilling audio-spectator of the neighbor to her left having relations, and that quiet, almost imperceptible sound was not what it sounded like.

Her heart started to pound in her chest at the reality she was being presented with.

Those quiet soundshadto be coming from Emma’s room. FromEmma.

“God. Oh, god. Fuck,” she swore, the heat she’d barely been able to slow to a simmer inside of her turning back to a boil in about two seconds.

Was Emma over there… ten feet away… touching herself, thinking about Regan?

Unable to help herself, she hastily grabbed at her phone where it rested on the bedside table. Her hands shook as she texted.

Regan – 11:57PM

Are you awake???

She didn’t breathe, didn’t inhale or exhale a single fucking time, as she waited…

Emma looked at her message within seconds, but didn’t answer for almost a minute.

Emma – 11:58PM

Yes

Yes? That was all Emma was going to say to her right now?!

Deliberately crossing her legs tightly, giving into her need, Regan texted back.

Regan – 11:58PM

And… what are you doing??

Swallowing thickly, she watched as those three little telling bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. Disappeared. Appeared…

“Jesus christ,” she moaned softly, because that hesitation in Emma’s answer was all the confirmation Regan needed.

She knew Emma, now. Knew her very well. If Emma had been doing something innocent over in her room like reading a book or something, she would have simply said it.

Regan wasted no time, not a single second.

She rolled onto her stomach, sliding her hand down to wedge it under herself. Pressing her hand tightly between her body andthe bed, angling her hips up so she could – “Yesss,” she breathed out, as she slid her fingers down into her shorts, brushing over her clit.

She used the lightest of touches, because she knew she’d come so, so quickly. Her very active mind had been operating film reels for an hour, working on the heady sensations that had flooded her system since that kiss.

When her phone vibrated in her hand and signaled a text, she whipped her head up in shock. She hadn’t actually expected Emma to answer!

Emma – 12:00AM

I’m not doing anything that I’m not allowed to do to and with myself, in my own apartment, in my own room, after a very intense kiss with a very attractive woman

Regan’s breathing labored already, as she dropped her head into her pillow, and rolled her hips down into her hand. God.God!

She’d known Emma had been touching herself – probably – but the confirmation… it made Regan’s clit pulse against the very light touch from Regan’s fingertips.

Regan – 12:01AM

What are you thinking about?

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