Chapter 5: The Toy Hunt

Lily shoved the bathroom door open, her sandals squeaking on the tile. Her legs still wobbled from the orgasm that had torn through her minutes ago. Her green tee clung to her chest, the sweat outlining the cheap bra she had thrown on that morning. Her jeans rubbed against her thighs, the damp cotton of her panties pressing cold and sticky against her sensitive clit.

She swiped a damp strand of brown hair from her forehead, her ponytail sagging. She needed to look normal. Needed to act like she hadn't just fucked herself stupid ten feet from her roommate.

Jess sprawled across her bed like she owned the place, legs bare and splayed. Her black tank top had ridden up, exposing the soft curve of her stomach. One nipple peeked out like a lazy afterthought. She twirled the vibrator between her fingers, spinning it like a baton, its slick tip catching the dim light filtering through the half-drawn blinds.

She puffed on her vape, vanilla smoke curling into the air, mixing with the musky scent of her earlier release. The smell hit Lily like a punch, thick and undeniable. Jess's blue eyes flicked up, catching her mid-step, and a slow, wicked smirk spread across her lips.

"Back so soon, Lil?" she drawled, popping the vape from her mouth with a wet smack. "Thought you'd camp out in there, blushing yourself to death."

Lily's face burned, heat spreading from her cheeks to her chest. She ducked to scoop up her books, where they had fallen when she bolted. The psych text lay splayed open, her notebook crumpled.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt," she mumbled, voice small as she clutched the books to her chest like a shield. Her eyes darted to the vibrator, the glossy sheen catching the light. Jess spun it so casually, like it was nothing, like it hadn't just made her moan loud enough to shake the walls.

Jess laughed, tossing her blonde hair back. Strands stuck to her sweaty neck. "Interrupt? Shit, you didn't interrupt anything. You just got front-row seats." She twirled the toy faster, then held it up with a smirk. "You keep staring, gal. Want me to loan you this bad boy? Beats any guy, trust me. Five speeds, no bullshit."

Lily's throat went dry, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. "No, I just... shut up, okay?" she snapped, sharper than she meant. She stumbled to her side of the room and dropped the books onto her bed with a thud. "I'm fine."

"Sure you are," Jess teased. She shrugged, tossing the vibrator onto her sheet, where it landed with a soft bounce, gleaming like a taunt. She grabbed her phone, scrolling with one hand while vaping with the other. "Your funeral, prude."

Lily sank onto her mattress, the springs creaking beneath her. She yanked her laptop from the desk and flipped it open with shaky fingers. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her thighs pressing tight, the dampness between them a traitor she could not ignore.

Jess's words stung. Prude. The thought wouldn't leave her alone.

She wasn't a prude. She was... curious.

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The dorm room darkened as evening settled in, the blinds pulled tight. The only light came from the harsh blue glow of Lily's laptop screen. She sat cross-legged on her bed, sheets tangled around her knees, headphones jammed into her ears to block out Jess's faint snores across the room.

Her laptop hummed, the fan whirring as she stared at the blinking cursor. Her fingers trembled as she typed "sex toys" into the search bar, hesitating before hitting enter.

Am I really doing this?

The screen filled with results. Ads, forums, a wall of links. She scrolled, her cheeks flushing at headlines like 10 Best Toys for Beginners and Spice Up Your Solo Game. Clicking on a discreet shop, she waited as the page loaded, her dorm Wi-Fi lagging as if it knew she was up to no good.

Her breath hitched. So many choices. So many promises. Each product was sleek and inviting, descriptions bold and tempting. Reviews gushed about satisfaction, intensity, pleasure.

Her heart pounded.

What if Jess finds out?

She bit her lip.

She hovered over "Add to Cart," her pulse loud in her ears.

One click. Then another. And another.

No going back now.

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The weekend stretched unbearably long. Lily had expected excitement, but instead, she was restless. Everything reminded her of what was coming.

When Jess spoke, her voice seemed louder, more teasing, like she knew something. When she scrolled her phone, Lily wondered if she had seen the purchase.

She found herself checking the order status obsessively, her fingers tapping the tracking number into her phone. Still processing. Still waiting.

Each night, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to quiet her thoughts.

Sunday night, she had slipped a hand between her thighs, desperate to take the edge off. But the satisfaction was fleeting. It wasn't enough.

She needed more.

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Monday afternoon crawled by, thick and humid. Jess had gone to a psych lecture, leaving the dorm blessedly quiet.

Lily paced barefoot on the worn carpet. Her shorts were gone, replaced by a loose sundress. Yellow, faded, no bra, no panties. The fabric brushed against her bare skin with every step, teasing her already frayed nerves.

A sharp knock broke the silence.

She froze.

Heart pounding, she cracked the door.

The RA stood there, clipboard in hand, a plain brown box resting against his hip. His expression was unreadable, eyes skimming over her before he grunted, "Lily Harper?"

She nodded quickly, scrawled her signature, and snatched the package from his grip.

It was heavier than she expected.

She barely managed to mumble a "Thanks" before shutting the door.

Her hands shook as she carried the box to her bed. The weight was solid. Real. A secret humming inside.

She pressed her palm flat against the tape, feeling the rough cardboard beneath her fingertips.

No labels. No hint of what was inside. But she knew.

The click of the lock sounded deafening in the quiet room. She grabbed her keys, slid the jagged edge under the tape, and ripped it open.

The scent of plastic and fresh packaging filled the air.

Her fingers brushed smooth surfaces, cool metal, soft silicone. Each texture sent a shiver down her spine.

Bubble wrap crinkled as she pulled them out one by one, laying them across the sheets like treasures. Six.

She stepped back, breath shallow.

The air smelled like cardboard, like something new, like something hers.

She should put them away. Hide them. But for a moment, she let herself take it in.

The waiting was over.

She smiled.

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Lily lay sprawled across her bed, the heat pressing down like a damp fist, her dorm room a stuffy box of shadows and stale air. It was past midnight--Friday, maybe Saturday now, the clock a blur she didn't care to check--and the hall outside buzzed faintly with life: a slamming door, a drunk laugh, the thump of someone's bass two floors up. Jess was gone, off at some Kappa party with her vape and that damn purple vibrator, her bed a tangle of sheets and crumpled hoodies across the room.

Lily's tank top--gray, faded, stretched thin--clung to her chest, no bra to cage her tits, the fabric riding up her stomach where sweat pooled in the dip of her navel. Her shorts hung loose, no panties underneath, the cotton brushing her bare pussy, teasing the ache that wouldn't quit.

She rolled onto her stomach, the mattress springs groaning under her, her thighs rubbing together, slick with heat and want.

"Fuck it," she muttered. She slid off the bed, knees hitting the carpet, and dragged the box out--cardboard scraping the floor, rough against her palms.

Then she heard a sound that jolted her, she forze for a moment but understand that it must be outside from somewhere.

She crawled to the door, tank top slipping off one shoulder, and twisted the lock, sealing her in. Back on her bed, she tore the box open, bubble wrap crinkling, and fished out the classic vibrator--7 inches of sleek black plastic, cool and heavy in her hand, its buttons glinting in the moonlight.

Her pulse hammered, a frantic drumbeat in her chest, her breath shallow as she gripped it, thumb hovering over the power switch.

She's gone. It's just me. No one'll know. Just try it, you coward.

The ache flared hot between her legs, a live wire sparking, and she yanked her tank top off, tossing it to the floor, her tits free, nipples hardening in the sticky air. Her shorts followed, kicked off in a clumsy tangle, leaving her naked--skin prickling, thighs slick, the sheets cool against her ass as she climbed back onto the bed, with vibrator.

Lily sprawled naked across her bed, legs splayed wide, the sheets bunching under her back, damp with sweat where her spine pressed in. The vibrator trembled in her hand--smooth, unyielding, its weight a thrill she hadn't expected.

She fumbled with the buttons, clumsy fingers slipping, and clicked it to the lowest speed--a faint buzz hummed to life, vibrating up her arm, tingling in her bones. She exhaled, shaky, and pressed it to her clit, slowly, testing.

The jolt hit like lightning--sharp, steady, a buzz deeper than her fingers could ever dream, radiating through her core. "Oh--shit," she gasped, her hips jerking up off the mattress, a tiny moan slipping out before she could catch it. Her clit pulsed under it, swollen and needy, and she dragged the tip along her folds, slickness coating it, the vibration smearing wet heat across her pussy. Her breath hitched, chest heaving, and she cranked it to the second speed--stronger now, insistent, the buzz sinking into her like a pulse she couldn't shake.

She slid it inside--slow, cautious, the stretch new and thick, parting her tight walls with a slick glide that made her toes curl.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice a ragged thread, her free hand clawing at the sheet, twisting it into a knot. It was deeper than her fingers, harder, filling her in a way that made her head spin--buzzing steady inside, a live current sparking every nerve. She rocked her hips, finding a rhythm, awkward at first, then desperate--thrusting it in, pulling it out, the buzz building fast, too fast, coiling tight in her belly like a spring about to snap.

Her thighs trembled, sweat beading on her chest, dripping between her tits as she pumped it--faster, harder, the mattress creaking under her, springs whining. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, it's so much--too much--God, yes!" she panted into her head, the words a frantic mantra, her eyes squeezing shut.

The buzz hit something inside--a jolt, a spark--and she slammed it deeper, her hips bucking wild, chasing it. It snapped--sudden, brutal, a wave crashing through her, and she came, loud and raw, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. She shoved her pillow over her face, biting the fabric, muffling the sound as her pussy clenched around the toy, pulsing, gushing slickness down her hand, soaking the sheet beneath her.

She yanked it out, the buzz still humming, slick and warm in her grip, and collapsed, panting, her body trembling like she'd run a mile. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead, her chest heaving, tits rising and falling with every ragged breath. The ache lingered--sharp, unsatisfied, a greedy little beast clawing at her core. Her clit throbbed, oversensitive but begging, and her eyes darted to the box, the toys spilling out like a dare. One wasn't enough. Not tonight.

Lily sat up, legs shaky, the classic vibrator buzzing faintly beside her--sticky, warm, coated in her cum, its hum a low drone she hadn't clicked off. Her breath rasped in her throat, her body a live wire still sparking, and she snatched the bullet vibe from the box--silver, tiny, dense, fitting in her palm like a secret weapon.

She rolled it between her fingers, its cool metal a shock against her heated skin, and clicked it on--high power, no mercy, a fierce buzz cutting, vibrating hard enough to rattle her teeth.

She pressed it to her clit--still swollen, still wet, still screaming from the first round--and the jolt was instant, electric, a white-hot spike shooting up her spine.

"Fuck!" she gasped, loud and raw, her hips bucking off the mattress, no pillow to catch it this time. The bullet's pinpoint buzz was relentless--small but vicious, zeroing in on her clit with a precision that made her eyes roll back. Her thighs slammed shut around her hand, trembling, trapping the toy against her, and she gritted her teeth, chasing a second orgasm, reckless and wild, the ache a beast she couldn't tame.

Her free hand clawed at the sheet, twisting it into a sweaty knot, her back arching as she rocked against the bullet--fast, frantic, no rhythm, just need.

"Again--do it again--holy shit, it's too good--can't stop--" she panted into her head, the words a jumbled mess, her voice breaking. Sweat dripped down her neck, pooling between her tits, her nipples hard and aching as they brushed the damp fabric of the pillow she'd tossed aside. The buzz drilled into her clit, sharp and unyielding, her pussy clenching empty, still slick from the first cum, dripping onto the sheet in obscene little splashes.

Her legs shook, muscles spasming, her ass lifting off the bed as the pressure coiled tight--tighter--then snapped. She came again, quick and brutal, a choked "Fuck!" ripping from her lips, her hips jerking wild, the bullet slipping in her slick grip. Her pussy pulsed, a fresh gush coating her hand, her thighs, the toy buzzing free as she collapsed, a sweaty, trembling heap--legs splayed, chest heaving, the room spinning around her.

The classic vibrator and bullet vibe clattered beside her, sticky and warm, their hums fading as her shaky fingers fumbled them off, making room silence.

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Lily lay sprawled across her bed, a wrecked mess of tangled sheets and slick skin, the dorm room deep and still around her. Her chest heaved, each breath a ragged gasp, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead, dripping down her temples to soak the pillow beneath her head. The classic vibrator and bullet vibe rested beside her--black and silver, sticky with her cum, their buttons clicked off.

Her phone glowed on the desk--1:17 a. m., the screen a faint smear in her blurry vision--and the dorm's distant noises had faded, leaving her alone with her pounding heart, the throb still pulsing faint between her legs.

She wiped her hand on the sheet, fingers glistening, too spent to care about the mess--wet spots blooming under her ass, her thighs a slick tangle of sweat and cum. Her tits rose and fell, nipples tender against the air, and she pulled the blanket over her naked body, the fabric rough against her oversensitive skin.

The toys peeked out--black shaft glinting, silver bullet gleaming.

"That was... fuck. They're mine now. What else can they do?" she thought.

Jess's key could rattle the lock any minute--stumbling in, drunk and loud, catching her like this--but Lily didn't move, didn't hide. The box gaped open under her bed, four toys still waiting. Her body ached, spent but alive, hooked on their power.

She rolled onto her side, blanket slipping, her hand brushing the classic vibrator--cool now, sticky. Sleep tugged at her, heavy and slow, but her mind buzzed, replaying the buzz, the jolt, the way she'd lost herself--twice, back-to-back, raw and unfiltered.

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That day Jess didn't came until the evening, saying she found a good black cock.