Page 66 of So Close

“What, touching myself?”

“Yeah.”

She blushed, and he felt a rush of blood into his cock, like the tides answering the moon. “I don’t usually do it like that.”

“How do you do it?”

Long hesitation, her lip taking a beating. “Toys,” she whispered, finally.

“Oh,” he said. Except it was really more like,ohhhhh. “What kind of toys?”

“I have, um, a dildo. And a vibrator. And—”

Whatever it was, it was causing her particular trouble to say aloud.

“It’s called Hello Clitty.”

“It isnot.”

“It is,” she affirmed. “It looks like an ear thermometer, with this little silicone nozzle and you put it right over your clit, and it’s contactless. It uses air to create suction—”

All the blood bottomed out of his brain, leaving him lightheaded. “I think you should go get it.”

She shook her head.

“No, really. I think you should go get it right now.”

It didn’t require much convincing. She was already pulling on her panties and dress, and she ducked out the door only to come back within three minutes with a small tote bag. She pulled out a device that, indeed, lookedexactlylike an ear thermometer. She touched a button and it began emitting a small buzz.

“Doesn’t sound very powerful.”

“You’d be shocked,” she said. She touched it to one of his nipples, and he jumped. Not because he got much out of having his nipples played with, but because she was right—it packed way more of a punch than he would have guessed. He didn’t have a clitoris, but he could project what it would feel like to have that thing sucking on an incredibly sensitive body part, and—

His most sensitive body part was sympathetically hard as a rock.

“I want to watch you use it.”

She hesitated, but he could see she liked the idea.

“Take off your dress.”

She did, and shed her pretty lace panties, too. He couldn’t help himself; he reached out and cupped the soft, sweet curve of her ass. Her skin felt like silk against his palm, and impulsively, he rubbed the satiny head of his cock against her. She moaned at the sensation.

“Lie down.”

She was warming to the idea; she was quicker to obey this time.

“Show me.”

She parted her lips with one hand and touched the funny little silicone nozzle to her clit with the other. Her face immediately went slack with pleasure, and his cock jerked its approval. He couldn’t help himself, his hand squeezed the base and he thrust into his fist.

“Yeah,” she moaned.

He wasn’t sure if she was moaning in response to the thrum of suction against her clit or the sight of him, but he didn’t care a whole lot. It was all the same to his cock.

“Do you—” Her voice was breaking up now, her concentration shot. “Do you do it dry like that?”

It felt like she’d reached out a hand and added her soft stroke to his. He groaned. “I lick my hand sometimes.”

---