Room For Rent [Part 14 - Midnight Ride]

It was nearly midnight when I woke up, legs tangled in the sheets, body too hot, air too sticky. I dreamt I had swum in the ocean with a group of friends, and when I emerged, my bikini bottoms had been swallowed by the waves. It was part anxiety dream, yes, but I had also enjoyed the way my friend’s eyes had moved across my body, the way the embarrassment was hot and confronting in my chest, just like that first night of accidental nudity with Jason. Did I have a new exhibitionist kink now? Maybe. I lay still for a moment, listening to the quiet hum of the apartment.

I tried to ignore it, but there was no denying it; my pussy was very wet. I pressed my legs together, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse. That’s when I realized: What’s the point of having a live-in sex toy unless I used it?