I let out a deep sigh as I entered my bedroom and tossed my apron and purse on the bed. What a long fucking day at work. I hated waitressing but the money was good and I was broke. I walked over to the end of the bed, turned to face my door, and let my body fall back onto the soft mattress. I closed my eyes, draping my hand over my stomach. I loved the smell of my room. It was sweet, warm, and welcoming. Sharing an apartment with friends was fine but my room was my oasis and I treasured it.
I rolled over onto my stomach, bending my elbows and resting my chin on my hands. I let out another sigh. I wondered where Chelsea was. I hadn’t noticed her car downstairs. Carl, I knew, was at his boyfriend’s apartment. I honestly didn’t even know why Carl paid rent. He was never here.
As my mind wandered to thoughts of dinner and a nice hot shower, I couldn’t help but notice that the drawer to my side table was slightly open. Had I left it like that? I doubted it. If I was one thing it was a self-proclaimed neat freak. Everything had its place and I never left my room out of order. It was then that I noticed my bedspread and throw pillows were crooked. Was that a wrinkle in my sheets? Yes. Someone had definitely been in my room.
I sat up quickly, looking around. Were they still there? My heart pounded in my chest. I stood up, slowly making my way over to my closet. I held my breath, afraid of what might be on the other side. I counted to three in my head and swung the doors open. Nothing.
Rebecca, I thought to myself, you’re being ridiculous.
I walked over to my bed to straighten the covers and rearrange my pillows. That’s when I noticed the blankets were damp. I pulled back the comforter. There was a small wet spot on my pink sheets. What the fuck? I didn’t wet the bed, obviously, and never had food or drinks in my room. I looked back toward my side table, pulling the drawer the rest of the way open. It was the place where I kept my most precious items – my journal, my jewelry, and my favorite vibrator. All the staple items every girl needs.
I rummaged through the drawer, taking inventory. My journal was in place and all of my jewelry was accounted for. I grabbed the pink vibrator. It looked strange. What was on it? I pulled it out for a closer look. It looked… dirty. Faint white streaks were all over the shaft. I brought it to my nose and inhaled. It smelled like pussy and not my pussy. I always cleaned my vibrator when I was done with it.
For a moment I was confused. But only for a moment. A smile spread across my lips. That dirty little whore. Chelsea. Did she really think I didn’t know? That I hadn’t seen her watching me from the doorway while I masturbated? Didn’t she wonder why the door was always left just slightly ajar? Did she think about why I complained about my boyfriend so much? Did she not know that I wanted her as bad as she wanted me? And now she’d snuck into my room and used my favorite sex toy. If I weren’t so turned on I’d be pissed.
A thought suddenly came over me. I turned to the bed to examine the wet spot once again. I leaned down, feeling it. It was sticky and warm. I brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling deeply. It was the same pussy smell that clung to my vibrator. I smiled, biting my lip and rubbing the smooth silicone toy between my fingers. I felt myself getting excited. The thought of Chelsea masturbating on my bed and leaving a mess for me to find was incredibly hot.
I rubbed the wet spot again, this time bringing my fingers to my lips. I slid my tongue over my skin, trying desperately to taste her sweetness. I climbed onto the bed, laying in what I imagined was the same position Chelsea had been in. I brought the vibrator to my lips, slowly sucking her cum from the shaft. I pushed the vibrator into my mouth slowly, imagining it was a cock that had just been pulled from Chelsea’s pussy. I closed my eyes, deep throating the shaft, salivating over the taste of her juices.
I slid my hand into my pants, instantly feeling my own wetness. My clit throbbed beneath my fingers. I rubbed it slowly with small circles, my hips moving in unison with my fingers. I continued to explore the Rabbit with my tongue and mouth, sucking and licking it. I wanted to taste every last drop of Chelsea’s cum. Had she left it for me on purpose? Of course, she had. She knew I’d find it. Find the used vibrator and the little present she’d left on the bed.
My fingers were inside me now. One, then two, as I slowly fucked myself. I turned on the vibrator, bringing it between my legs and pressing it firmly against my clit. The vibrations were steady and strong. I held it in place as I continued to finger-fuck myself. I bent my knees, shoving my fingers an inch deeper into my warm, soft pussy. I turned the vibrator up a notch, causing it to pulsate intensely against my sensitive clit.
Fuck that felt good. It wouldn’t take me long to come. I opened my eyes slightly, peeking down at the doorway. To my surprise and delight, I could see Chelsea hiding in the hallway, peering in at me. The thought of her watching me sent a fresh flood of blood to my throbbing cunt. I spread my legs wider, shoving a third finger inside my body. The vibrator was on full speed now and I was humping and fucking the air.
I knew Carl wasn’t home so I wasn’t worried about making noise. I moaned and whimpered dramatically. I wanted to make sure she heard me. I knew she was watching my every move and I wanted to come for her.
I pushed all three fingers deeper into my pussy, tickling my G-spot as I rammed the vibrator into my clit. Fuck, I was going to come and I let Chelsea know.
“I’m coming! I’m coming’”, I cried out as a devilish, satisfied grin spread across my lips.
My body jerked and my knees shook as my pussy wrapped tightly around my fingers and a hot, thick stream of come ran down into the web of my hand. I laughed widely, my eyes closed, as my body relaxed, coming down from its high.
I switched the vibrator off and slowly pulled my fingers from my dripping hole. Strings of clear, thick jizz covered my knuckles and clung to my palm. I glanced toward the hallway. I knew she was still there and I hoped she was wet.
“Well,” I said, looking directly at the opening in the door. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come help me clean this mess up?” I asked playfully as I slowly licked my own cum from between my fingers.
And with that, Chelsea entered the bedroom, her eyes wild with desire, and gently closed the door behind her.
I shut the door quietly behind me. Rebecca’s room always smelled so good. A mix of fresh linens and the vanilla candle that sat on her nightstand wafted up my nose. She had an eye for design. The pale pink walls complemented her gray and white bedspread. A string of tiny white lights hung above her bed. Only a small crack of light shown through the floor-length sheer drapes. The rest of the apartment was completely empty. Rebecca was at work and Carl was with his boyfriend.
Despite the warm, plush carpet beneath my bare feet, goosebumps ran up my arms and down my legs. My soft cotton pajamas grazed my erect nipples. I felt so naughty being in Rebecca’s room without her knowing. I’d been in there so many times before for long nights of pillow talk and Netflix. She’d complain about her most recent date and how the guy couldn’t even get it up and I’d just sit and listen to her talk — staring at her full, rose-colored lips and wondering what they’d feel like on my pussy.
I looked over my shoulder one last time to make sure I was home alone. Silence filled the room and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I let out a heavy sigh, realizing I had been holding my breath this whole time. I willed myself to relax.
I made my way over to Rebecca’s bedside table and pulled open the top drawer. There it was. Her pink rabbit vibrator. The one she’d told me about. The one I’d watched her use from the crack in her doorway. The one that made her moan and wiggle and cum so loud I could hear her through the wall we shared. I can’t count how many times I masturbated to the sounds of Rebecca getting herself off.
I reached down and grabbed the smooth silicone toy. It was a decent size — probably eight inches long and curved at the top. The tiny rabbit ears were flexible. I played with each one, imagining them caressing and vibrating against her beautiful pink clit. I was wet already and I hadn’t even touched myself yet.
I laid down on where I knew Rebecca laid and spread my legs, staring up at the ceiling fan. The cool breeze blew the edges of my cotton pajamas and swept across my exposed pussy. I held in the power button at the base of the vibrator and felt it roar to life. The second button controlled the rabbit ears, which I also turned on, watching them flick wildly.
I slowly touched the shaft of the vibrating toy to my crotch through my thin pajama bottoms. It instantly sent an electric current into my clit and up my stomach to my nipples and throat. I’d never used a vibrator before and the fact that it was Rebecca’s made it that much more exciting. My body quickly got used to the intense vibrations. I held it in place, letting the rounded tip vibrate my clit and pussy lips. I wondered if this was how Rebecca used it.
I found my hips involuntarily lifting upward, begging for more. I started to move the vibrator up and down the length of my slippery folds. The moisture from between my legs seeped out and my thin pajamas clung to my pussy. I pushed them aside, exposing my wetness to the cool air of her bedroom.
I placed the rabbit directly on my pussy lips. The velvety silicone slid beneath my wetness, making it difficult to control. I suddenly got the urge to mouth the shaft of the vibrator. I slid the long arm of the toy into my mouth, tasting my juice on its surface. I imagined what Rebecca tasted like. I imagined it was her pussy cream I was swallowing. I returned the toy to my cunt and turned the setting up higher. Instant waves of pleasure shot up my vagina and down my legs. My entire body was electrified.
I slowly guided the shaft into my hungry pussy. It slid in without resistance, being swallowed by my eager, saturated hole. Once the toy was firmly in place, I targeted the rabbit ears on my throbbing clit. Another shock ran up my body. The flexible ears moved feverishly over my swollen nub. I pushed the vibrator deeper inside my cunt and turned up the speed on the rabbit ears. My entire body shook from the inside out. I gripped the bedding with my left hand and controlled the toy with my right. My knees were spread out wide as I fucked myself with Rebecca’s favorite sex toy.
My eyes traced the walls until they landed on an oversized photo of Rebecca at homecoming. Her long blond hair cascading over her toned, tan shoulders. Her perfect white teeth and those full lips I’d fantasized about so often. I locked eyes with the photograph as I continued to fuck myself. My pussy was drenched now, pools of thick cream pouring out onto her bedspread. I knew I should stop but I couldn’t. The image of Rebecca stared back at me – intense and devilish.
With one final thrust of the vibrator, the tip tickled my G-spot and I lost complete control of my body. My legs violently shook and I gripped the vibrator tighter in my right hand. Waves of hot cum came rushing out of my pussy along with unfamiliar wetness. Streams of a hot steamy liquid shot from my cunt. I should’ve been worried about ruining Rebecca’s bedspread but I wasn’t. All I could focus on was how good it felt and the thought of coming using the same toy that pleasured Rebecca’s sweet pussy so many times.
I laughed uncontrollably as the height of pleasure subsided. My body collapsed on itself and my heart pounded in my chest even harder than before. The comforter and sheets were visibly wet and crumpled beneath me. I sat up, pulling the rabbit from my tight hole. It was covered in a clear film of cum.
I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stared at the toy in my hand. It was caked with my pussy juice. I paused for a moment, contemplating cleaning it off, and then decided not to. I wanted her to find it used. I wanted her to hold it, touching a part of me. A rush of excitement filled my belly as I placed the used vibrator back in the drawer. I stood up, straightening the covers halfheartedly.
It wasn’t my original plan to let Rebecca know what I’d done — that I’d invaded her privacy in more ways than one. I only intended to borrow the rabbit. But now the thought of her finding her soiled sheets and used sex toy was almost as exciting as the act of using it. I smiled, feeling both satisfied and mischievous.
Then, I exited the room as quietly as I had entered.