“Alright, kitty cats. You’re free to dig in.” I set the heavy bag of pet food down and sighed. My chores were almost complete. Giving the fish their dinner was last, then I could relax. Jen’s house was full of animals and plants that needed tending to. House sitting for her wasn’t so bad, but leaving work only to have a laundry list of to-dos here afterward was tiring. Fortunately, this was my last night on duty. I double checked the water level in the cat’s bowl, and dragged my feet to the living room. Plopping onto the couch with a groan, I scrolled Twitter for a bit to catch up on the day’s events. Food picture after food picture blurred past my vision, broken up occasionally by huge threads of flame wars. I thought that finding a movie to watch might be a better use of my time.
Hulu and Netflix both had nothing to offer. Seemingly every show was a shitty spin-off no one asked for and no one cared about. My phone found its way back into my hands and the tv screen was abandoned. Reluctantly, I thought about clicking on Tinder. My girlfriend had broken up with me over text last week and promptly ghosted me. I was crushed, and not dealing very well. I was torn between looking for a quick rebound or sulking for a few more days. Part of the reason Jen wanted me to watch the house was so she could help me through my depression.
She had prepped 4 whole days worth of meals for me so I wouldn’t need to bother with cooking. I’d also found an array of candies and other assorted junk food on the kitchen counter. A post-it note attached to a container of chocolate chip cookies read: “You’re better than her! Don’t ever forget it!” I couldn’t help but smile when I saw.. Jen felt terrible about not being around to take me out to drink and party to forget. So she had done all this for me, along with all the work she had on her plate to pack for her vacation. Sometimes she really could be too generous. I reminded myself to find a thank you gesture that could match her kindness.
Tinder couldn’t hold my attention very long. I saw a few cute girls here and there and sent two or three likes. Memories of my ex came flooding back as I recognized popular date spots around town in people’s pictures. Wandering through the museum, sitting on a bench sharing ice cream. Strolling through the park to admire nature and soak up the sun. Some of the steamier profile pictures I saw didn’t offer any distraction. We had enjoyed a very active sex life, and we were very compatible. We shared a lot of the same likes in bed and always worked our best to satisfy each other. She was very good with her fingers, tongue, toys; anything she could do to me, I loved. As I sat rewinding our good times in my mind, I felt a slight twinge between my legs.
I hated that she could still turn me on even after abandoning me, but I couldn’t help it. I realized I hadn’t touched myself at all since the text break up incident. Maturbating was normally something I did at least every other day, if not each day. Apparently all the time off was catching up to me. A sudden wave of arousal swept over my body. Continuing my swiping, I found I couldn’t push the feeling away. The next profile I saw linked to an OnlyFans- “free videos plus reduced rates for personals, stop by and tell me if you like what you see”- and the feeling only took hold stronger. I pasted the link into my browser and pulled my shorts down. Slowly lifting my shirt up, I caressed my collar bone along with the tops of my breasts. I clicked on a video with a very sexy thumbnail. The woman that owned the page was laying in bed, rubbing and fucking herself with a large dildo. My hand ran along my soft tits as I lightly jiggled and massaged them. Once the video started getting good, I pinched my nipples gently at the base. They very quickly hardened.
Once both of them were ready to be touched, I covered both with my thumbs and began to rub in circles. Little bolts of shivers ran down my back and my thighs as I played with my tits. Nothing felt better than pulling on my swollen, erect nipples before going further. After a few minutes, I let my hand drift to my stomach. I drew slow, lazy curls and giggled at the ticklish feeling of the tips of my fingers. Soon my hand was on my pussy, gently running my fingers up and down my slit. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so wet. I hurriedly grabbed my shirt and put it under my butt to avoid staining the couch cushion. The sound of my moans started to fill the room. I slid one finger into myself and gasped. The feeling of something to squeeze around while I rubbed was incredible. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the sound of my finger going in and out. I felt myself getting close, even though I’d only been going at it a few minutes. Sliding a second finger into my dripping pussy, I used my free hand to rub every part of my body I could reach. Feeling the gentle touch on my thighs, stomach, breasts, and sides of my neck was driving me crazy.
Just as I was about to go over the edge, I quickly slipped my fingers out and stopped teasing my clit. If I was going to come tonight, I was going to make it worth my while. Denying myself orgasms and building up tension was intoxicating. I asked to be teased and edged every time I fucked my ex. I’d gotten a bit reliant on the method, but I couldn’t be too bothered when it made me feel so blissful. I spent another fifteen or so minutes bringing myself close to release, then stopping my stroking abruptly. I wished I had thought to discreetly pack a vibrator before I left home. Slowly and gently playing with my swollen clit to avoid coming while I thought of a creative way to orgasm, an idea popped into my head. Jen’s shower had a detachable wand! She had admitted using it to pleasure herself before, and always encouraged me to get one of my own at my house. I gathered my pajamas and climbed the stairs to the bathroom.
Swinging the door open while checking that no cats were under my feet, I dropped my clothes and made my way to the shower. I bit my lip as I turned the handle to start water flowing. I admired myself in the large mirror for a minute. Grabbing my phone, I placed my hair over my shoulders and snapped a picture of myself naked from the waist up. Maybe tonight I could find a nice girl to send it to after my shower. Jen kept a few candles on her bathroom counter, and- conveniently- a lighter as well. I flicked the wheel and took a deep breath and the wicks I lit crackled and popped. I hoped my friend wouldn’t mind that I had burned them. It was about time that the water should be heated up to a pleasant temperature. I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in.
The powerful stream of hot water felt lovely. I took a few minutes to touch my body further, relaxing my muscles. I detached the hose from the wall and began. Holding the wand far away, I teased my pussy more by spraying the outer lips before spreading my legs. Jen was right, it felt amazing. I leaned back and let out a groan. Moving the tiny tab on the wand caused the stream to become a bit stronger and more concentrated. I gasped as the water hit my clit directly. My eyes began to roll into the back of my head. Breathing deeply, I tried to reign myself in so I could blast my clit even harder before I came. Again I turned the pressure up and began to moan loudly, hearing the sound echo throughout the house. Strangely,I thought I heard a voice downstairs right after mine. It sounded like someone saying “hello”, but I brushed it off as one of the cats. They made strange noises sometimes.
I let the stream continue to massage my cunt. I started shouting as I got closer to orgasm. “Oh, fuck! Yes, this is good!”
“Rachel?” I jumped out of my skin. I covered my face and screamed when I heard the metal scrape of the curtain being yanked. Jen stood in the bathroom, eyes wide with shock. She looked me up and down, her eyebrows furrowed. I reached down and slapped the shower handle to shut the water off.
“Oh God, Jen, I- I’m so sorry. So sorry. You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow night! Fuck. Sorry. I’ll leave, just let me-”
“Woah. Relax! I’m not mad or anything. It’s my fault. I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t tell you I scheduled an early flight home. Guess I managed that well enough.” she smiled and blushed, averting her eyes to the floor. I felt nauseated as I realized that Jen had not only caught me using her shower to get off, but she had heard my sounds of pleasure too.
“Jen, I can’t begin to tell you how embarrassed I am, I’m so sorry.” My voice quivered as I resigned myself to losing my friend.
“Hey, honey, calm down! I know what women get up to when they’re alone. Really, it’s nothing! Hell, how many times have I raved to you about doing the exact same thing?” She giggled and covered her mouth. I let out a strange noise, a mix between a laugh and a bewildered sigh. “Why don’t you, uh, finish up here and we can have a late dinner when you’re out?”
“Finish-? I mean, I couldn’t possibly, I-”
“No, no! You sounded like you were really enjoying yourself. I don’t want to take that from you. Do you…” Jen trailed off. She was staring. I followed her gaze down to my chest.
“Jen?”
“Maybe the interruption threw you off. I’m really sorry. I was going to say, do you need some help? It’s only right, considering I ruined your orgasm.” She gave me a wicked smile. That smile sparked very sudden feelings for a woman I had never viewed in that way. Jen was eye fucking me, taking her time checking out every inch of my wet body. I could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
“Uh- um, yeah. That would help me a lot…” I folded my arms coyly to cover my tits and looked at the shower wand pointedly. Jen got the hint and stripped her dress off in one fluid motion. My eyebrow raised when I saw her bright red, tiny thong. She noticed me looking and laughed. Slowly, she twirled around, her back now to me. Jen bent over and slipped her thumbs under her underwear on both sides. Swaying her hips, she gave me a show and let me watch the thin string slide off her body. I let out a slight moan as I watched, entranced by her beautifully round asscheeks. She quickly turned and stepped into the shower. Jen cradled my face in her hand. “I am so glad I caught you doing this, Rachel. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this sort of scenario late at night in my bed. God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” She pressed her lips to mine, and I immediately melted. I let Jen put her tongue in my mouth as she grabbed one of my tits. Her lips were very soft, and she tasted sweet. She let go of my lips and put the other nipple in her mouth, running her tongue over it.
“Oh, Jen, please. I’ve been edging myself for so long before you got here, I need to come” I stammered.
“Oh, hot!, I can definitely help with that.” She turned the shower back on and kissed me again as she waited for the water to warm. We took turns sucking each other’s tits and grabbing handfuls of the other’s ass. Finally, I felt warm water splashing my feet. Jen kneeled on the floor of the tub. “Open those pretty legs for me.” I did as Jen said. She wasted no time. She spread my pussy lips and turned the shower wand on high. I threw my head back and groaned in ecstasy. She ran the stream up and down a few times before bringing it closer to my clit. My legs began to quiver as I felt my core tighten. “Were you sitting on my couch touching yourself? I can just picture you, fingers inside yourself, pumping in and out, thinking I would never know any better. I wish I could’ve seen all of it”. Jen’s hand moved between her own legs; she was getting herself off while watching me. She began to breathe heavily as she rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles. She had a beautiful cunt, and seeing it so close to mine turned me on that much more.
“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, that’s incredible! Please, please keep going!” I continued to plead, only forming half-words and moans. Jen looked up at me and flashed another grin. As she did, she turned the shower to the highest setting. Within seconds, I came. Hard. My eyes crossed and my mouth opened, though I couldn’t make any sound. My legs felt as though they were about to give out. After what felt like hours, I came down from the intense orgasm. Jen got up and gave me gentle pecks along my jawline and all over my face. I began to laugh wildly, the reality of what had just happened softened by the afterglow. Jen giggled along with me. I stepped closer to her and put my arms around her. She reciprocated warmly and held me for a minute. “So, when do you go on vacation next? I’ll be glad to house sit again!”