Good Vibrations

Good Vibrations By J.T. Marie Kiersten Miller wasn’t all that adventurous when it came to s*x, but as far back as she could remember, she’d always known how to get off. She wasn’t big on penetration, couldn’t understand the appeal of dildos, and found p*****s funny looking, if she were honest. But a good, hard rub on the clit always set her blood pumping. When she was young, she’d humped stuffed animals and blankets, biting her pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure so no one would overhear her m**********g. In college, her roommate introduced her to vibrators, which opened a whole new world of delight. She was too embarrassed to buy one, though—God, what if her mother found it in among her things? So she settled for a handheld massager she picked up at the drugstore for ten bucks, a large, round thing that she could slip under her panties and press against her skin for a quick buzz. She kept it in her purse and used it in the restroom when she was home on break, the only alone time she could guarantee her mother wouldn’t interrupt. One day Kiersten tried it while sitting on the toilet, panties down around her ankles. The cool plastic was delicious against her bare skin. Wouldn’t it feel better with a little baby oil slathered across it? Maybe she could also spread her legs wider, slip a finger inside her cunt, feel the massager vibrate from within… But when she tried to reposition herself, her grip on the massager slipped and it fell like a stone into the toilet, landing with a plop! in the water beneath her. Cold water splashed her thighs, and the vibration made a distant gurgle before shutting off completely. Shit! It took some fishing to get the damn thing out of the john, and then Kiersten tried drying it with the blow dryer, but no luck. It wouldn’t turn back on. She toyed with the idea of dropping it in a bag of rice to help suck up the water, but couldn’t take the chance of her mother finding it. God no. Bad enough her whole p***y throbbed with an unfulfilled ache. The quicker she could dispose of this damn thing, the better. Wrapping it in toilet paper, she dropped it into the bathroom trash can, then took the plastic bag out of the can, tied it up, and set it aside. Quickly she pulled up her panties and shorts, washed her hands in the sink, and hurried to take the bag out to the bins in the back alley. Even there, she buried them as deep as she could under the other rubbish. No reason to just toss them on top where anyone might find them.