The pants were baggy, but I could still make out her strong thighs through the fabric. As my eyes traveled up her legs, I could see the vague bulge in her underwear.
Her voice was a near whisper now, a quiet negotiation that Leo would hardly be able to make out. “Just give it one touch. Tell me it’s not better from that jackass’ whiskey dick.”
I looked up into her eyes, having slid into the crook of her arm as we spoke. This couch was conspiring against me, trying to get me closer to her.
Maybe it’ll shut her up… or it’ll egg her on.
Once that door was opened, there was no closing it. And as much as Leo and Spencer were brutes, they were also oddly kind. They’d taken really good care of me over the last few days despite the strange circumstances. Was I ready to risk that?
Swallowing my nerves, I tried to hide the genuine curiosity building in my body. But when she cocked an eyebrow in silent challenge, I couldn’t stop myself.
My hand fell to Spencer’s knee, grazing the fabric as I dragged my hand up her leg. Even through the sweats, her thighs were solid. Her quads tensed under my hand as I guided myself toward her center.
Spencer’s head fell back as my fingers moved up her thighs.
With each inch I traveled, the sweats grew tighter around Spencer’s bulge. As I got closer to the strap, its shape — which had been hidden under the loose fabric — quickly became defined.
My heart pounded as I saw its size. It was far larger than I’d been expecting and certainly ready to be touched.
It wasn’t like the sad, limp dick I’d find in Gabriel’s pants, the one I’d have to work into excitement.
No, this was already raring to go. Just its prominence felt like an invitation.
But it wasn’t until my finger met the firm head of the dildo that my breathing hitched in my chest.
Forcing myself to look away, I was only met by Leo’s knowing, pleased gaze. She leaned forward in her spot, jaw clenched as she watched my all-too-eager face.
I let my fingers wrap around the silicone, the fleece of Spencer’s sweatpants stopping me from feeling all of it. My center pulsed with excitement, desperate to be touched and fucked.
What is happening to me?
Swallowing hard, I let my hand travel the length of it. I’d never touched a real one this big. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t stop myself from picturing the way it would feel in my mouth. Or how it would stretch my pussy.
Just as I was getting carried away, rubbing the strap-on through the sweats, I felt Spencer’s hips bucking for more.
The light moan from her lips was just enough to snap me out of my fantasy. I cleared my throat and pulled my hand away. “Yeah, it’s whatever.”
I tried to shrug it off, like it was just like any other average dick.
But if that was true, then why was my clit pulsing?
Spencer rolled her eyes and bit her lip. “Maybe watching us workout could convince you a little more.”
I’m way too worked up for that.
I resolved to go back up to my bedroom and relieve some of this tension for myself. I was straight. But then why did that dildo feel so good?
Needing to get some of my power back, I nodded. “Sure, how ‘bout tomorrow?” I needed to make them work for it, to stop letting them think they were making any progress with me.
Maybe seeing them dripping in sweat would clarify something. Maybe I’d come to my senses and realize they weren’t my type, that I really wasn’t into girls.
Or maybe it would make all of this confusion worse.
From her chair, Leo sighed. “Can’t tomorrow, I’ve gotta be in the shop.”
“And I’ve got a shift at the Cannon.” Spencer clicked her tongue. She tried not to look disappointed, but I could see her shifting in her seat with whatever the lesbian equivalent of blue balls was.
My chest tightened at the thought of being locked up here again. Especially in that cramped room. It was funny; the bedroom was the largest I’d ever had with an en-suite bathroom. But being trapped in there all day was enough to drive me nuts.
