Wow. Wow. Wow.
I scrabble for my phone, tap out a message, and collapse back into my seat, relieved when the vibe stops.
“Interesting choice, Rae,” Jazz says over my shoulder.
“Wha…?” I jump, blinking at the thick, black slash of paint bisecting my canvas from left to right. “Oh.”
“Truly exceptional, actually.” She turns. “Y’all should come see this. Rae has pushed limits here, folks. She’s working with style and composition in a way I rarely see in these classes.”
“So avant-garde,” comes a voice from beside me.
I give the woman a weak smile.
“What made you think of that?”
“Oh, Rae’s always been the artist,” says Otty, nodding sagely from where she’s sidled up beside me.
“So talented,” says someone else.
“So realistic and then… slash.”
“I know, right?”
“Jealous, girl.”
The buzzing starts up again.
“You should see her book nooks.”
“What’s that?”
“Show Jenny,” says Hannah.
“I… I…”
“Here. Give me your phone.”
“No.” I hug the phone to me as the next round of forced pleasure ramps up between my thighs.
“What? Come on. Don’t be embarrassed. They’re pure genius.”
“Oh my god,” Otty adds. “The one she’s doing right now?”
“The Carytown one?” I ask.
“What Carytown one?”
“Nothing, it’s just…” I look around at the expectant faces, wheezing like I’m running for my life while Grant’s off somewhere, like some diabolical Wizard of Oz, turning this moment into something it really, really wasn’t meant to be, and I am about to… “Gotta pee,” I half shout as I race for the restroom.
Door shut and locked, and there’s just enough time to collapse against it, and, oh, oh, there it is.
My mind goes blank as pleasure starts between my legs and radiates out to my fingers and toes.
Just as I start to come down from what might be the biggest orgasm of my life, the vibe starts up again, and… Oh god. Oh god. It’s too much. Too big.
Holy. Shit.
I squint at the phone and wildly type a text.
