Turning the music off, I opened the door slowly. “James?”
I was met with nothing but silence.
I scurried across the hall to the office and changed into a tank top and satin shorts set. Picking up the phone, I started typing out a text message asking Jay where he was and when he was coming home. He texted back about a basketball team meeting and then picking up Gino’s for dinner. I glanced at the time and figured I had about an hour before he would be on his way home.
I stopped midway through slathering lotion on my body as a thought hit me. I hadn’t had my own room or my own space in over a month. I needed some “me time.”
I finished moisturizing and relocated to Jay’s king-sized bed. I put on smooth R&B music and set a mood. Stretching out like a star in the middle, it occurred to me that I needed to resolve my tension with sex or a massage.
Or both.
But I hadn’t had sex in a few months. I hadn’t been dating anyone and my only crush was Aiden Black. Exhaling, I tried to get his gorgeous eyes and smile out of my head. I didn’t want to think about him—especially after the conversation we’d had in class.
I switched gears.
What I really need is a massage.
But since the cheerleading squad was suspended, I doubted I’d be able to get an appointment with the UFIT physical therapist.
With the suspension, I might not even be able to afford the rest of the semester.
The tension in my neck and shoulders seemed to intensify with the thought. No matter how far I stretched my arms and legs, my body still felt tight.
I switched gears again.
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing like I had when I did yoga earlier. I put my hands on my chest and I controlled each breath. The silky material of the tank top shifted under my hands and slid across my nipples. I didn’t realize they were hard until then. I moved my hands again, dragging the material and stimulating me.
My body stirred.
Since sex and a massage wasn’t an option, I realized there was one distinct way I could take care of myself and relax.
I slipped my hands under my top and played with my nipples. I allowed myself to imagine the strong hands of a man sliding down my body and under the waistband of my satin shorts. Butterflies fluttered deep in my belly as my fingers brushed against my lips. As I played with my slit, I sucked in a ragged breath.
Hit with a wave of arousal, I froze.
I hadn’t been able to masturbate outside of the shower in months and I didn’t know when it’d be able to happen again. Without a second thought I quickly pushed my shorts down to my knees and pulled my shirt up to my neck. I moved my hands to my breasts again and imagined strong, masculine hands touching me.
“Mmm…” A gentle sigh came from deep within me as I fantasized about what I needed and how I needed it.
My body was on fire as the thought of being touched took over. I kept one hand fondling and twisting my nipples as the other hand roamed back down south. With my middle finger, I parted my lips and used my wetness to tease my clit. I let out a little moan as I imagined it was a tongue buried inside me. With my eyes shut tight, I turned my head a bit, sinking into the sensation of being stimulated.
It felt so good that I could’ve come easily, but I wanted to stretch it out. I started to get lost in the fantasy.
I imagined holding a man’s head in place, forcing him to keep licking that exact spot. When I moved my hand from the back of his head, he looked up at me—and it was Jay.
It was shocking to imagine my best friend licking, sucking and kissing my body, but I didn’t stop seeing his face, imagining his mouth and hands on me. If I was honest, I think I got wetter because of it.
I wanted to edge myself to a big orgasm but imagining Jay between my legs pushed me over the edge. I started vigorously rubbing my clit and thrusting my hips against my hand. It wasn’t long before my orgasm crashed over me. Moaning, my body shook, and I kept playing with myself through the wave. Just as a second shudder ripped through my body, I thought I heard something.
Jay?
My eyes flew open, but I was too far gone to stop. Biting down on my bottom lip, I silently shook with pleasure. When I regained control of my body, I quickly straightened my clothes. Breathing hard and unsure of what I’d heard, I climbed off the bed and creeped down the hall.
Shit.
The bathroom door was closed, and the water was running.
Did he hear me? I wondered as I went into the office and sat on the futon. The music was up, and I wasn’t that loud… was I?
James and I had been best friends for over four years. I wouldn’t have been embarrassed about him hearing me masturbate if I wouldn’t have been in his bed and fantasizing about him. But as I heard the water turn off, I was mortified.
The door opened.
“Uh, Brooklyn?” he yelled out. “I’m home!”
I could tell he was standing still. Closing my eyes, I sighed. He definitely heard me.
“I’m in here,” I replied despondently.
He was in the doorway in seconds. “Oh, hey!” He cleared his throat. “I got pizza
