A Glass-Half-Full Ind of Girl

'It's here! Jasmine said loudly, kicking shut the door and striding through to the kitchen to put the box down on the table. There was the sound of feet padding on carpet, and a few moments later, the curly brown hair and round, thick glasses of Jasmine's roommate Harriet popped out from the hallway. She grinned, and quickly came over to retrieve the parcel from the table. It was a quiet, wintery day, but despite the cold, dreary weather outside the thick glass windows of their joint living room, kitchen and dining area, Harriet wore a generous tank top and simple track pants. If she had a bra on, Jasmine couldn't see it, but she doubted that she did - despite the other girl's mousey, nerdy looks, she was in private quite open and carefree with almost everything about herself. Her two round, youthful mounds bounced about as she stepped perkily up to take her new arrival in her hands, and Jasmine could see the round of her bubble-butt clearly silhouetted against the light grey through the glass background.

'What is it?' Jasmine asked, only half curious and already only half listening for an answer as she moved around to the kitchen to pour herself a drink.

'Oh, nothing special,' Harriet said in reply, and Jasmine could immediately tell that she was smiling through the words.

'Oh? Nothing special?' Jasmine asked, her head in the fridge as she looked first at the milk, then at the bottle of half-finished orange juice, trying to decide which she wanted more. The milk indicated to her her need for a coffee, but the orange juice's flavour was just the thing to inject some character into this rainy, overcast day. Outside, the rain picked up, and the girls heard it begin to come down louder on the roof above them. Tucking a strand of straight black hair over her ear, Jasmine bit her round red lip and bent over. Despite the fact that she knew she bent like she was trying to be flirtatious, she couldn't help it, and at least when it was just Harriet at home it didn't matter anyway. She stuck her butt out, leaned over and gazed at the selection, eventually choosing the juice.

At the table, Harriet was opening her box. Jasmine didn't look at her again until she had poured her glass and replaced the bottle in the fridge, and when she had, her roommate was reaching inside the brown container and lifting something out. At first, Jasmine thought it was a vase, or perhaps a flute of some kind like those for champagne, but then as Harriet turned it over in her hands, her wide eyes even wider through her thick glasses, Jasmine saw the bulbous tip and gently curving shape and recognised it for what it was.

'Ew, Harriet, you're disgusting.' She said, frowning as she sipped her cold orange juice. 'I can't believe you couldn't open that in your room or something.' She made to move past Harriet, who snorted but said nothing in response. Jasmine took one more look at the other girl over her shoulder as she passed her - she was still standing there, admiring the glass device, her neck slightly angled as she leaned her head a little closer, as if trying to see something deep inside the curved glass object.

Jasmine's blue eyes flicked to the item in her hands, and as she looked at it, even she had to admit that it was oddly beautiful, for a dildo. Soft, yet somehow vibrant streaks of every colour snaked through it like rainbow lightning, stemming from the very tip of the bulb at the end and exploding downwards along its length as if they had been frozen in time in that exact moment. A curving, multi-pronged ringlet of twisting green twirled blurrily through the insides and deep in the centre something clear and pure glinted, as if someone had laid a tiny, perfect diamond deep in the middle of the glass shape. Around the outside of the shaft, many round blue rings sat at even distances apart along its length, rings that were almost certainly pleasure ribs designed to push and rub against a woman's insides and excite her nerve endings. As Harriet turned it over in her hands, Jasmine saw tiny sparkles of light glinting at all angles off the brilliant core, and the movement gave the twisting spirals of blue and green a new life, as if simply by moving the device, Harriet had caused some intricate glass machine to begin working in her hands.

Shrugging and mumbling something about her violated privacy, Jasmine left for her room. She put her glass down on her desk and settled in front of her computer, preparing herself to get at least

something

worthwhile done on this dreary, indoors afternoon. She settled into some documents and began typing, but her mind was distracted, and her orange juice no longer carried the warming tang she had poured it to provide. Despite herself, her mind kept slipping sneakily back to the image of the glass dildo in Harriet's hands, remembering how that tiny, edgeless core sparkled and those fingers of green twirled about so easily, seemingly spinning much faster than Harriet had been turning the item. After twenty minutes, Jasmine saved and closed her files and sat back, resigned disappointedly to the knowledge that nothing was going to help her focus on her work today.

Sitting in silence for a few minutes, sipping the last of her juice, Jasmine thought about nothing in particular. Again, her mind slipped incessantly towards that colourful dildo in Harriet's hands, and again she found herself picturing the myriad of bright colours inside it. Eventually, with her glass finished and her thoughts becoming more and more focussed on the strange item, Jasmine came to a decision and stood up to find Harriet.

Jasmine had expected to find her roommate in her room - perhaps playing more with her new toy on her bed, she wasn't sure - but she wasn't there. As she padded out into the kitchen once more in her socks, loose jeans and ex's oversized jumper, moving to place her used glass in the sink, she almost completely missed Harriet. It wasn't until she turned from the sink and began to walk back towards the hallway that she saw her roommate, and when she did, she caught her breath.

There on the couch, her tank top pushed up around her neck and shoulders, her perky, schoolgirlish breasts sitting erect atop her chest, her stomach rolling rhythmically, her pants completely missing and only her red and blue socks still where she'd left them earlier was Harriet, her eyes wide behind her thick glasses, her bottom lip curled up in her mouth, her legs splayed wide. At her core, her dominant left hand was turning and moving at a constant, controlled pace above a lightly haired vagina that was spread wide around the shaft of her new dildo. Gripping it by its large, spherical, clear base, she was gently but sensually pushing it in and out of her body, twisting it around and around constantly, back and forth so that the kaleidoscope of bright colours, now dimmed somewhat by the darkness of her love cave, moved and shifted constantly, seemingly lit up from within her body by that glittering core of light.

Jasmine's eyes washed down the deeply engorged woman's body before coming to rest on the dildo buried half inside her body. There, they lingered for what felt like an instantaneous eternity that held both everything and nothing for Jasmine. She gazed at the rolling, moving device, her eyes growing wide as she watched in captivated awe as Harriet's constant ministrations caused the myriad of colours inside it to seem to roll and twist end on end, never once repeating themselves and never once growing any less intriguing.

As if it were a jump-cut in a movie, all of a sudden Jasmine was on her knees in front of the naked woman's body, gazing up close now at the dildo as it moved seemingly of its own accord inside her, as if it were commanding her body on how to move it, as if it were telling her exactly how it could best pleasure her. Jasmine's hand was in her pants, and she hadn't even known she'd put it there until she felt the cold touch of her fingertips, still cool from the cold weather and the even colder glass she had been holding earlier. She gasped slightly, her breath catching in her throat, but still she could not look away. She could barely remember coming closer to the writhing woman lying low on the couch, could barely remember dropping to her knees in front of her widely opened labia, and yet in truth she had done it, approaching the girl and sinking slowly to her knees before her, her eyes never once leaving the sight of that dark yet glittering glass tube as it moved and churned within Harriet's pleasure-gripped body.

Jasmine shuddered as she felt her fingertips slip effortlessly inside her own body and knew that she had been lubricating for some time now. Dimly, as if her brain was in another place, as if she were someone else watching herself from nearby, she wondered why she'd never noticed it until now. Shrugging somewhere in that disconnected world, she felt a wash of warmth as her fingers slid deeper and deeper into her, smoothly sliding right up until they could go no further, and then simply coming out again. There was a giddying, pleasure-filled wave as she pushed in again, and again in that far-off place, she realised that she was fingering herself to the same pace that Harriet was fucking herself with the dildo, her own fingers sliding in and out of her body in time to Harriet's controlled pushes.

Jasmine stared at the dildo, her eyes as wide as saucers, her fingers mirroring Harriet's movements at her own pussy. She never even realised that her free hand had slipped up the underside of her shirt and was gripping at her breast, just as Jasmine's free hand was doing to her own body. She had begun to lean closer without realising it, her gaze yearning to get closer to the glittering, rich colours inside the glass cylinder, desperate to drink in more of the hypnotic mirage of light that seemed now to be pulsating from within Harriet's very body itself as if the glass and light were part of her. Jasmine hunched closer until her nose was almost touching the base of the device as Harriet slowly moved it in and out of her body, and there she remained, her glassy, captivated stare locked on the wash of shining glass buried inside Harriet's sacred place, gently rocking back and forth with the motion as she slowly, uncontrollably finger-fucked herself in perfect time to Harriet's own movements.

Time passed. A minute? An hour? Perhaps a year. Jasmine had no idea. Her distant spectator's place had grown more and more fuzzy, until she could barely see or feel anything anymore. All she knew was that she had begun to speed up, which meant that if she had, Harriet had. She didn't know if that were true, but she believed it nonetheless. Everything she did now was a perfect copy of what Harriet was doing.

Indeed, it was true. Harriet had, apparently of her own accord, begun to speed up, pushing the glass dildo deeper inside her, quickening her pace, beginning to twist the glass more and more. Her grip on the thick, clear bulb at the base of the tube hardened and she began to vibrate on the couch as she fucked herself faster and faster. Her spare hand, mauling her breasts without a care, gripped her nipple, pulling it harshly about before echoing the action for the other, causing Harriet to gasp and moan. Her red, thickly wetted cunt dripped onto the carpet at the foot of the couch but she barely noticed it. She was drowned in a world of utter bliss, and she barely had the mindfulness to realise it.

Jasmine's fingers mimicked Harriet's ministrations perfectly, speeding up and growing rougher and rougher as she copied her roommate's pace. When Harriet gasped, her breath hitching in her chest, her bosom bouncing as her whole body tensed, Jasmine felt it too. When Harriet sighed out a breath she had been holding deep inside her, her stomach pulsating as she jilted herself rapidly, Jasmine sighed too, huffing a cloud of hot air right at Harriet's body. The scent of sex hung between the two rutting girls, and both could smell it, although neither could process the scent consciously. Harriet gasped and moaned, fucking herself closer and closer to orgasm, her hand a violent, shuddering blur as she rammed the thick, ribbed glass dildo deep inside herself.

Jasmine mimicked every movement, every sensation to the letter. She could feel those ribs sliding over her own insides, feel her own pussy tensing and contracting around them, feel that thick bulbous tip and sharp base slapping against her inside and out as she shoved the magical little glass device deeper and deeper, feeling every micro-second as if she were Harriet herself. She was bouncing on the floor now, fucking her own fingers, moaning uncontrollably as was Harriet and shuddering over and over, barely able to control herself, barely able to resist anything but the overwhelming orgasm that was about to explode through her entire body like a deep crashing, breaking tsunami wave, smashing through her delicate insides and washing through her entire body --

-- Harriet yelped, a high-pitched, hot little squeal that rang out from a pair of deeply slanted red lips that revealed two straight white top teeth at their centre. Her eyebrows, already hitched high up her face, crested in their centre just like the explosive wave inside her, and as her entire body tensed from ear to toe, she hung in place, frozen for a micro-moment that had her entire being resonating like a taut guitar string, vibrating in place yet making no sound. She shuddered all over, her skin prickling, her eyes squeezed shut, her arched back high and her pussy clamped tighter than she had ever tensed before around the thick, rigid shape of the magical glass dildo. Then, she let go all at once, and as every single muscle inside her relaxed, dropping her to the couch, she released, violently and explosively.

Almost at once she began to writhe about, her legs tightening, her thighs straining, her hand thick around the round base of the dildo, irresistibly vibrating the it back and forth inside her as she came. For the first time in her meek, mostly sexless life, Harriet the gamer, nerd and cashier with no past boyfriends and no clear understanding of her own sexuality sprayed right into the face of Jasmine, knelt before her, herself cumming uncontrollably into her own pants. Just like Harriet, Jasmine was exploding, her entire body strung up tight then snapped free, her shaking, juddering fingers still buried inside her as she squirted against the floor of her jeans, wetting her legs and creating a thick wet patch at her crotch. She ignored it; she could see, feel, and think of nothing but that entrancing glass dildo and Harriet's orgasm that was intrinsically her own.

It felt like an eon passed before either woman came to. When they did, it was Harriet who roused first. She blinked once, then several more times, her glassy eyes refocussing on the ceiling above her. Reaching up to realign her glasses, she frowned, then took a deep breath, immediately feeling the heaviness in her lungs as she still rode down the intense high of her orgasm. She looked down, but her breasts sat atop her slumped body and blocked her line of sight, a thick, firm pink drill-tip sitting atop each one. She shuffled her way up on the couch, feeling the strain in every muscle, gasping at the ache in her body as she began to feel the immediate repercussions of her violent, body-bending bliss.

It took her a few moments, but eventually she sat upright once more, feeling the thick wetness coating her crotch and thighs and wetting the cushion underneath her butt, but she wasn't interested in that. Looking down, she frowned. The mysterious little glass device was still inside her, the thick, bulbous base poking out from her body as if it were the cork in her bottleneck. Her hand sat across it, limp and unresisting, and she could see it slightly moving up and down as her insides still pulsated from the blistering pleasure. There was a thick wet splatter across the carpet from where she'd cum explosively, but that was all that was there on the carpet between her legs. Nothing - or no one - sat at her foot. Indeed, there was no one else in the room.

Still panting, her sweaty skin glinting as the rain hammered down outside the wide glass windows of their large home, Harriet's heart still pounding in her chest, Harriet frowned down at the carpet. She thought she could make out a slight pattern in the way her spraying fluids had landed - as if something had been positioned right in front of her, as if it had blocked some of the blast and caused it to splash in other directions. But then, if something

had

been there - where was it now?

Sighing, her skin still prickling, her muscles still occasionally pulsing and shuddering, her mind swimming and her body complaining, Harriet pulled the mystical glass dildo out of her body, stood up painfully, and padded off to her room, where a long, private shower waited to clean her and her new acquisition off thoroughly. She passed Jasmine's empty room on the way to her own, the door still closed as it had been earlier that day, ignoring it as thoughts of her impending refreshing shower took over her focus. Thanks to the thick, heavy rain and occasional bursts of rolling thunder all about their home, Harriet never heard the sound of another shower running somewhere else across the hall.

Later that night, Harriet slept; her body weary from the heavy workout of self-induced sexual athleticism. She slept naked, and although she usually wore at least a lose shirt or thin pyjamas for the sake of her roommate, she felt no shame or fear tonight, nor did she feel uncomfortable. The shape of her round chest changed to that of curving hips and a deep, thin waist through the sheets as she turned over, her peacefully closed eyes fluttering as she dreamed distantly. She had dozed off rather quickly despite the fact that something that had happened today disappointed her deeply, the deep tiredness of her hard-worked body taking over and sending her to sleep quickly.

So she never noticed when her door cracked softly open, the dim light of the hallway outside illuminating a shadowy figure as they slipped softly in, their bare feet making no sound on the soft carpet. Briefly, the shape of shoulders flashed into view, and below them, a roundness of some form, peaked with something firm, something cylindrical. Then it disappeared, and the door slid closed once more, hiding the strange figure in darkness once again. Harriet didn't stir as the figure quietly stole up to the side of her large, mostly empty bed, nor did she wake as they gently lifted the covers and slipped underneath. She remained fast asleep as, as softly as she could, Jasmine sidled herself up to her under the covers, her firm nipples pressing like two tiny warm bullets against her bare back as she pulled herself close to the other woman, her naked body fitting easily in against the shape of her back. At first, the warmth of the girl stole into Jasmine's skin, filling her with a thick, giddying pleasure. But then, when she didn't move or react to her appearance in her bed, Jasmine settled beside her, letting her own warmth fill Harriet up just as Harriet's was flowing through Jasmine.

Even as she settled her head on the pillow behind the soft, waving brown hair of her roommate, Jasmine could feel her heart warming richly as she felt the body of her roommate close to hers, felt her bare skin against her hard nipples and the roundness of her butt in her crotch. In her sleep, Harriet's feet moved to seek out the warmth, and Jasmine readily intertwined her own with the other woman's, trying her best to give her as much of her own warmth as she could, desperate to share her warmth and company with her in any and every way she could. As she settled down, wrapped up against Harriet, Jasmine's face was covered in a deep, pleasure-filled happiness, and she barely even noticed as her own arm slipped so naturally over the lusciously curving waist of Harriet's body and along her front, coming to a rest just at the base of her breasts, her fingertips underneath the two magical globes of warmth, right above her heart. There was a hot, radiating warmth there, and her hand seemed to siphon it like a straw back to her own cold body, filling her up with joy and happiness and making her tingle all over.