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Blake: Not even a picture?
Jenna:Fine
Blake feels like a straight man, asking for nudes, but when Jenna sends some, she feels conflicted more than anything. She’s still horny, of course, but Jenna’s nudes do nothing to serve her further, and she doesn’t know why or how to feel about that. Normally Jenna sending pictures would make Blake lose her mind, but now they don’t.
She tries not to think about it too hard as she looks at her phone, turning it away so that Amory can’t see what she’s looking at. She definitely doesn’t want Amory to know any of this.
“Are you okay?” Amory asks, gesturing toward Blake’s phone.
“I’m fine,” Blake lies, trying to think of an excuse. “I’m just starting to get tired.”
“Same, honestly,” Amory says. “I was thinking about going to sleep early.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” And even though it’s only eight PM, the two of them decide to get dressed for bed. Maybe sleep will help Blake forget about her horniness.
It doesn’t.
Blake lies awake in the bed, listening to Amory’s slow breaths as she sleeps. Her underwear is wet and uncomfortable. She doesn’t know what to do about it.
As she lays in bed, she gets a terrible idea. Amory is asleep, and what Blake has noticed is that Amory is a deep sleeper. She never wakes up when Blake has to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. She probably wouldn’t notice if Blake decided to touch herself.
It’s risky, though, and it’s not ideal. Blake usually prefers to masturbate with toys, taking longer to get off when she doesn’t. But there’s no way Blake is going to be stupid enough to try to use her vibrator while in the same bed as another woman. Blake doesn’t want Amory to know what she’s going to do. As it is, being caught would be mortifying, and she’s sure that Amory would not appreciate it at all.
Blake tests the waters by moving as far away from Amory as she can, and she puts a hand in her pants. Using her fingers is better anyway because if Amory were to wake up, she could just say that she was scratching herself. And as embarrassing as that would be, they’ve been living together and the two of them have gotten used to each other’s weird and embarrassing habits and bodily functions.
She moves past the waistband of her pajama pants and pulls back the elastic of her underwear where she feels her pubic hair. She lightly touches her clit and begins to rub small circles around it. God that feels good. She’s been pent up for days and she begins to move faster.
As she moves her finger, she begins to fade away from where she is, forgetting that she’s currently sharing a bed with someone. The heat in her stomach grows, and she becomes increasingly needy.
She’s incredibly wet, and the moisture gets on her fingers as she moves them. She wants fingers inside of her, wants a mouth on hers. It’s been too long since she’s made out with someone. Jenna was never one for long, hot kisses.
As she touches herself, she wonders about Amory, if she likes passionate make-out sessions. She can’t help herself; she wonders how Amory tastes and what she would look like squirming under Blake, moaning her name. The thought causes Blake to gasp as she touches herself harder, and she moves her other hand to her waistband.
She puts two fingers inside of herself and imagines Amory kissing her and sinking her teeth into Blake’s neck. The image only serves to make her more desperate and Blake gasps quietly, before she remembers exactly where she is and who is in the bed beside her.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and the pain feels good as she continues to touch herself, moving at a faster pace. She can’t help the tiny moans that escape her lips, but she tries her best, biting harder, and she finds herself really wishing that it were Amory’s teeth sinking into her lips.
This newfound fascination with Amory Paver is going to be the death of her. She can’t deny that Amory has always been attractive, but Blake has definitely never thought about her while getting off before.
Blake moves faster, feeling herself growing closer, and she squirms slightly in the bed. For a moment she forgets herself and where she is, but when she remembers again, she tries to force herself to quiet down.
“Oh god,” Blake murmurs to herself.
“What?” Amory responds and Blake freezes.
She looks over at Amory, who is staring at her, wide-eyed but sleepy.
“Oh my god,” Amory says, and Blake blushes, taking her hands out of her pants.
“It’s nothing,” Blake says.
“Oh my god,” Amory repeats.
“I was just scratching myself.” Blake tries to lie, but she knows that Amory isn’t that stupid. She knows that she knows.
“Oh my god.”
“Look,” Blake says, freaking out, “I’m sorry. Just forget this happened.”
