Page 86 of Touch Me

“So you don’t need anything else?”

“I’m certainly not going to say no if you’re still okay with all of this.” She motions to where our bodies are touching.

Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of all the skin on skin and my jaw clenches and my muscles tighten. She feels the change and her face falls. She unwraps her legs to sit up. I move away and even in the hot water I feel the loss of her heat. I don’t go far. Just far enough to not be touching her.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” she casts her eyes down and looks embarrassed.

“Don’t be sorry. I just need a minute. That was... wow.”

She looks up and smiles. “Yeah?”

“Are you kidding? Yes, hell yes. That was amazing.” I move a little closer, and she opens her legs to allow me to move between them without touching her. “I want to do more for you, though. That was all for me, obviously.”

“I enjoyed every minute,” she says wide-eyed.

“You did?”

“Absolutely. It was never my favorite, but with you... it was different. You were so responsive. It made me feel... powerful,” she says, blushing from her chest all the way up her face. “That I could make you feel that good... it’s empowering.”

“I loved everything you did. I’ve never felt like that before,” I say softly, eyes cast down toward the water. “I’m sure you could’ve guessed by now but that was the first time that’s ever happened to me. Having an orgasm, I mean.”

She looks up and smiles. She isn’t judging me. No looks of pity on her face. Actually, she looks proud.

“You don’t look surprised to hear that.”

“I am, actually. I thought you’d have done it yourself at least, if you couldn’t tolerate someone else touching you, but I’m also glad it was me, if that doesn't sound too weird.” She scrunches her nose.

“I’m glad it was you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We just look at each other for a minute. Something passes between us and she breaks eye contact. She clears her throat.

“So now what?” I ask.

“Now what?” She asks herself. “I have some, uh, toys, that you could maybe... use... on me, if you want. You wouldn’t have to touch me?” She ends the sentence like a question.

“I want.”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve pictured you using that thing every day since I saw it. I went hard as a rock when I saw that thing and imagined you in the shower. Go get it. I’ll meet you in my bedroom.”

She stands and wraps a towel around herself, all but bouncing out of the tub and down the hall. I grab a towel and quickly dry myself, and head to the bedroom. I pull the comforter back and slide in with my back against the headboard. She comes running back in and slides in next to me clutching a very pink vibrator. I remember it well. It stars in at least half of my Cassie fantasies.

I turn toward her and prop my head in my hand—she’s lying flat on her back, clutching the vibrator against her still towel clad body. “So how does it work? You just turn it on and put it inside?”

“Well, that’s one way. This one has a very powerful vibration. You can use it on the outside alone, and it will get me off. They make others that do both. Like you put it inside, and there is another part that rests on your clit. Both parts vibrate, inside and out. But I don’t have one of those. They also have ones that don’t vibrate at all. You just use it to simulate sex. This one’s pretty basic. It just vibrates. But it does have a couple speeds.”

“Why would you need different speeds?”

“Well, if I just want to get off I can crank it up and be done in a minute or two. If you keep the speed lower and draw it out a bit, deny yourself, the orgasm is more powerful.”

“So what do you do when you’re alone?”

“I’ve done both.” She shrugs. “Depends on my mood or how much time I have.”

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