Good Vibrations

Chapter 2

The incident swore her off vibrators for a while. It was back to her fingers thrust beneath her clothing, and balled up blankets rubbed against her clit in the dark of her bed. Her last year of college, she went on her first real date—one that ended with s*x, not just dinner and a movie, and this one with a woman, another first. There was dinner, of course, followed by a movie Lisa picked. Kiersten wasn’t paying much attention to the film—it was an action flick that wasn’t really her speed—but apparently it really got her date’s blood pumping because suddenly Lisa’s hand angled into her crotch with a precision that woke up every nerve in her body.

By the time the credits rolled, Kiersten had slid down in the seat, legs splayed open, jeans unzipped; her date’s hand was down her fly, thumb strumming her clit as the long middle finger stretched down between Kiersten’s wet p***y lips to prod her hot vulva. “Yes,” Kiersten sighed, sliding down further.

Lisa cupped Kiersten’s crotch and squeezed as she pressed her finger further into Kiersten’s cunt. “You like that?” she whispered, her breath hot in Kiersten’s ear.

In the darkened theater, Kiersten ran a hand up under her sweater, under her bra, and rubbed one of her n*****s erect. She squeezed her thighs together, catching Lisa’s hand between them, and savored the pinch of her clit against the heel of Lisa’s hand. “God, yes.”

Someone up ahead hissed, “Shh!”

Lisa’s hand froze in Kiersten’s jeans. They exchanged a wide-eyed glance, and the guilty expression on Lisa’s face made Kiersten giggle. A moment later, Lisa started to snicker. She pushed into Kiersten harder, faster, really f*****g her now, bringing her closer to release, yes, yes, yes. With a gasp, Kiersten thrust her hips up off the chair, rubbing herself against Lisa’s palm. God, yes!

Leaning over the armrest, Lisa murmured, “Come for me.”

“I’m almost,” Kiersten sighed, clenching her p***y. “Yes, yes.”

Up ahead again, louder. “Shh!”

Knowing she wasn’t alone, that it wasn’t her hand on her cunt but someone else’s, and another person was listening in, burned through Kiersten like a bright star. She had both hands up her sweater now, her bra pulled down, her breasts rubbing over the worsted fabric as she pinched and tugged the n*****s hard. Her chair creaked as she f****d Lisa’s hand, yes, yes. Her feet wrapped around the legs of the chair, yes. Her p***y tightened around Lisa’s finger, yes. She gasped and writhed in her seat, the movie forgotten, every thought given over to the orgasm building within her, yes, yes, yes.

Then her muscles locked as she climaxed. Her body spasmed, and a breathless litany hissed from her. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She felt her juices slick Lisa’s fingers and her breasts grew heavy in her hands.

Lisa caught Kiersten’s mouth with her own in a hungry kiss. “Shh,” she whispered as she wiped her hand on Kiersten’s panties. “Some people are trying to watch a movie.”

“Sorry!” Kiersten giggled into her sweater as she struggled to rezip her jeans. To no one in particular, she called out softly, “Sorry!”

From up ahead came a disgruntled, “Shush already!”

Kiersten hid her face in Lisa’s shoulder, unable to stop laughing. Given a choice, she decided she preferred stimulation with someone else over stimulation from a vibrator. Definitely.