Ch. 3 - A Shopping Trip on Memory Lane
Wednesday Morning: Four Days After the Anniversary.
Annie worked the bullet against her clit, starting to push it uncomfortably hard into her folds to get a little more buzz from it. It didn't help that her left hand wasn't quite as dexterous with it, or that she been frigging her ever needier pussy every day since a hard go on Saturday with Sam.
She'd even stunned herself on Sunday when she slipped two fingers deep inside herself while getting off in the shower after everyone was in bed. She'd snickered out loud when she looked too long at a particularly narrow bottle of conditioner before going back to touching herself like she was a teenager again. "Geez An, get a grip" she chided herself, just before one of her new "brain-bubbles" popped, and gave her a better idea.
So it came to be that by Wednesday, with everyone out of the house, and a modified schedule workday, she was browsing for new sex toys online at 10 a.m. while she brought herself close to getting off over and over. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd looked at this kind of thing, or bought a toy.
Everyone had them, whether husbands knew it or not, and Sam was supportive if not encouraging. He had even bought her "first" one along with a terrible porno about Egyptian sex gods or some such. He didn't know it wasn't her first, but he had pretty good and safe taste.
Shopping online made it easier and better of course, though even before her recent renaissance, she'd been vaguely excited by the exoticism and taboo of those weird places where she'd been to buy gags for bachelorette parties and sorority hijinks. Her head always felt a little light in those shops- like warning and curiosity lights were flashing her into a daze.
She also had the powerful, confounding memories of one of her college roommates using a dildo. That "toy" was pretty primitive by today's standards, and probably not as big as it seemed then. Ashley Amber was pretty careful and quiet about using it, but after sharing a room and a lot of secrets for a few years it became an object of considerable concern before she graduated and moved in with Sam.
Annie had the bad luck of having an 8 a.m. dance class every Wednesday (funny to recall it on this hallmark Wednesday now) the fall of her senior term. She loved dance though, and it was the only available slot that didn't conflict with requisite courses for her majors. Ashley on the other hand had nothing whatsoever and stayed out late with the girls a couple times a month.
Ashley was a sweetheart and whether mildly buzzed, three sheets to the wind, or baked into a stupor, she endeavored to be as quiet as a mouse. It was made somewhat easier by virtue of Ash being a tiny girl. She was only a little over 5 feet, a super cute brunette, and a runner. She was healthy, but Annie and the gang called her "Triple A" (Amazing Ashley Amber) because of her high-energy personality in a small package.
As such, in the third or forth week of the semester, Annie had been sound asleep for a few hours when she was stirred by Ashley's return. Try as she might not to make a sound, the girl was clearly a little too inebriated to fulfill her good intentions.
"AAA" dropped her keys. She fell over when she was taking her jeans off. She let the door slam when she went to wash up and gasped "Sorry!" as she ran back and opened and closed the door for no reason again.
Annie had to laugh as she rolled over and pulled to covers up. At her worst, Triple A was a goof. She was such a sweetheart that it was hard to get annoyed with her.
When Ashley returned, Annie was still trying to fall back to sleep. Annie could hear her rummaging around in her drawers for something and then the soft creak of Ashley climbing in the low-loft bed across the room.
Between their beds were their two desks, but with the advent of laptops, there wasn't much obstructing their line of sight with each other. In fact, with different schedules and interests, the most time the roommates spent together was talking to each other from their respective beds late at night or while watching television.
Here and there Ash would scramble down and sit on Annie's bed, or even climb in with her if they were talking about something intensely, or watching a movie. Annie didn't mind, or think much of it. AAA was warm with everybody - a hugger and a talker by nature and it complimented Annie's more reserved nature well.
Once or twice they'd even fallen asleep together that way and she'd find Ash curled up next to her. AAA dated a lot (and had an on again/off again long distance romance with a boy back home), had a lot of friends, and was pretty busy, but she was often homesick for California. Hence, sometimes Annie thought Ashley just felt a little lonesome and that as her roommate, it was her duty to provide a touch of TLC.
Just as Annie was starting to doze, she heard Ashley's loft start to creak again, quietly, but erratically. She was starting to get a little miffed, but knew her mate was just buzzed and probably trying to settle herself. Then the creaking became a little more steady, and the rustling of sheets, a little louder. Then there was a mild squeak of the metal frame. Then a few strange sounds from Ash.
Annie rolled back over and looked through the soft darkness. She could faintly see Ashley's slight form in the oversized t-shirt she often wore to bed. Her back was to Annie, but it looked like she was wrapped around her blankets rather than under them. The pint-sized woman looked like she was rocking back and forth.
For a beat, Annie thought her friend was crying and sat up, ready to check in. Then she heard Ash inhale deeply, and exhale unevenly. Her roommate also seemed to writhe now more than rock, and Annie could more clearly see that Ash's night shirt was bunched up around her waist.
"Oh gosh!" Annie thought to herself. If the lights had been on she would be seen as beet red. Her roommate was getting off, but she knew the only one more embarrassed than her would be Ash if she knew she'd seen her.
Annie dropped back down to her pillow. Ashley must've heard, because she stopped moving for a moment, then turned to lie flat on her back, before peeking over at Annie.
Their eyes met.
Though it was dark, Annie could see Ash's big brown eyes quite clearly. They were bright but glassy, dreamy, but intentioned. Annie thought she saw Ash bite her lip. She was locked into her roommate's gaze when Ashley spread her legs open and began undulating slowly, but strongly, her hands busy down between them.
It wasn't a big room, so it wasn't clear whether Annie was hot because Ash was actually increasing the temperature, or her own body was just flushed and surprised by the situation. It was clear that she could smell her roommate's arousal and hear a more distinct, perverse sound.
The muffled sound of something rhythmically tapping against flesh wasn't made by AAA's hands. Annie didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or bolt. She knew what it had to be, but it was unbelievable. She couldn't move, even hide, from Ashley's surreal stare of lust.
And was it lust? Was she looking at her because she wanted something? Was Ash a lesbian? Just a crazy drunk?
