Should I Wake Her?

by T.C. Bosarge 2 years ago in erotic

A Lesbian One Shot

Should I Wake Her?

I've been asking myself that question since she fell asleep in the first place. My girlfriend had gone to sleep at 8:30pm on a Friday! I know she works hard, but all week I've been wanting sex and I thought tonight would be the night I received sex.

I made the effort to take a long shower, shaving every part of my body and use my best body wash. I was damn irresistible, but as soon as I walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a t-shirt and lace panties, I saw her laid out like a corpse. Her mouth was open and tiny snores were coming from her.

Pouting, I stand over her, watching her roll onto her side away from me. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I spent the whole shower thinking about her silky wet tongue between the swollen lips of my arousal. I imagined her fingers plunging into me as my back arched for more and my moans disturbed the neighbors in the apartment next to us. However, none of that would be happening tonight.

Suddenly, the thought crosses my mind. Turning into the walk in closet, I lean over and begin digging in a storage drawer. When I find what I'm looking for, I stand upright and click the button. When the soft hum of my vibrator sounds, I breathe a frustrating sigh of relief.

At least the batteries are still good.

When I moved in with my girlfriend, she made it known that I would not be needing my vibrator anymore and she was right. I hadn't used the thing in forever. However, tonight forever would end. I need to get off more than anything so I can go to bed. A part of me feels guilty because I know she will feel bad about me having to turn to my vibrator for sexual relief, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. I close the door to the closet and lean against the wall. With the vibrator on the lowest setting, I slip it down my panties. When it's cool tip hits my aroused bud of nerves, my hips jerk slightly. Wow, I forgot how good this thing feels.

Letting my head fall back against the wall, my eyes closer and with my thumb over the button, I click it to the next setting. When it grows stronger I feel the toy become slick with my juices. My legs open wider and I imagine my girlfriend kneeling in front of me, diving her tongue into me. I can almost feel her hot tongue lapping me up and her fingers sliding deeper into me.

I fight back moans and clench my shirt, pulling it up my torso. Gently, I grind against the vibrator, wishing it were her face.

Clicking the button again to the strongest setting, my knees nearly give out as the loud hum of the toy fills the room. My teeth latch down onto my bottom lip to keep me from yelling out. Holy fuck, I'm about to... AH!

My core begins to pulse around the toy and I fist my shirt tighter and tighter. Suddenly, like a popping rubber band, my body gives way and an orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks. My body shakes and jerks and I double over to keep from falling on the floor.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I hiss under my breath as a second orgasm rips though me unexpectedly.

My panties are soaked and so is the toy as it continues to rumble against my contracting flesh. With one hand on my knee to hold me up and the other on the toy in my panties, I hold the button down to turn it off. When it does, I take a few deep breaths before standing upright. My head spins and I see a few starry spots in my vision. I haven't exploded like that in almost a week and a half, which is the last time my girlfriend had sex with me.

Now that I've released that heavy burden of frustration, I'm no longer angry with her.

Quickly, I tuck the vibrator away and go to the bathroom to freshen up. Once I'm done, I climb into bed with a fresh pair of panties. Cuddling up with my girlfriend, I'm about to drift off to sleep when her arm comes around me and she sighs.

"I'm sorry we didn't have sex tonight, baby. I'll make it up to you." She mumbles still half sleep.

"Shh, don't worry about it. Go back to sleep." I kiss her softly before drifting off the sleep, feeling better than ever.

T.C. Bosarge
T.C. Bosarge
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T.C. Bosarge

I'm a 25 year old writer living in the Deep South. I stumble across vocal and decided to give it a try. I hope y’all enjoy the content I make.

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