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BOOK TWO - PART TWO - CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
As much as she wanted to just rip the blankets off all at once, Cat restrained herself. She lowered them slowly, watching closely until Sam was entirely uncovered. The harness seemed to fit her perfectly, and the dildo didn't look monstrously huge, which was good. Cat was incredibly turned on—she kissed her again, then again. "Can I touch it?"
"Yeah." Sam reached up and palmed one of Cat's breasts.
Cat wrapped her hand around it, giving it a little squeeze. She ground it down against Sam, making her hum lowly. "I like it."
Sam curiously asked, "Why'd you get a purple one?"
"I liked the size," Cat admitted. "And Jade told me not to get a skin-colored one 'cause they look too much like real penises."
"Jade helped you buy this stuff?"
"Um, yeah." Cat looked a bit sheepish. "I've never been to the adult store by myself before. Don't worry; we didn't talk about anything really private." She hesitated, then asked, "Would you have wanted a different one?"
"No, this is fine," Sam assured her, "But I feel kind of awkward about being around Jade now."
"Why?" Cat asked. "She doesn't judge. She's really open about sex and stuff."
"Well, 'cause I just found out she knows what my dick looks like," Sam explained half-jokingly.
"Yeah, but I'm the only one that gets to touch it," Cat smirked. She stood up on her knees, straddled Sam, and positioned herself over it—she couldn't wait any longer. "Um, you might have to help me get it in."
"No problem," Sam replied. She gripped the dildo with her right hand and held it erect.
Cat lined the toy up with her entrance, then stopped and hesitated. "Do I just… go?"
"Just take it slow. It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but it'll get better," Sam told her. "You can go whenever you're ready."
"'Kay 'kay." Cat attempted to sink down on the toy. It hurt, but she kept trying, and Sam helped guide it in. Eventually, the head slipped in. She winced, hissing in pain. She resisted her urge to pull it out.
"You're okay," Sam assured her, "You just need to get used to it. Can you keep going?"
Cat was breathing heavily through clenched teeth. She forced herself to continue. "It hurts," she whined, but she didn't stop. She forced herself down a little bit at a time.
"Is it really bad?" Sam asked in concern.
"Yes. I thought it's supposed to feel good," Cat whimpered.
"It will. This is the hard part," Sam assured her. She waited several seconds, then asked, "You still doing okay?"
Cat thought Sam was sweet for checking on her. "I'll be okay." She continued lowering herself down. Finally, all six inches of the toy were buried deep inside, and she could go no further. She stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily and gathering her bearings. "Ow." It was really stretching her.
Sam stroked her hip. "It's okay. Just take a minute."
Cat stayed there for a short while. Finally, she forced herself to move, lifting herself up until the dildo was almost all the way out. Then she sank back down, much quicker this time, and winced. "This thing is huge." She did it again, and it hurt slightly less this time.
"It's actually pretty small," Sam told her. "Did it hurt this much when you did it with Robbie?"
"It was worse. His… thing is bigger," Cat replied. Then she cringed and said, "Okay, I really don't want to be thinking about Robbie; can we just not..?"
"Sorry." Sam reached around and grabbed Cat's butt, giving her cheek a little squeeze.
Cat let out a small squeak of surprise. Strangely, Sam had never directly grabbed her there before—almost like she'd been intentionally trying not to.
Sam smiled with one corner of her lips and said, "Is that okay?"
Cat nodded eagerly. It was surprisingly a major turn-on. "I like it." She continued to slowly move up and down on the dildo. It got easier and easier each time.
Sam unexpectedly gave Cat's butt a solid smack, making her give out a loud, involuntary moan. "Is that okay?"
"OhmyGod, yes," Cat gasped. She started moving a little faster—it was finally starting to feel good.
"Getting better?" Sam asked knowingly. Her inner thighs were slick underneath the harness. Cat ground down onto the toy, which rubbed Sam in just the right spot, and they both moaned.
"Does this feel good for you?" Cat asked without stopping.
"Yeah," Sam answered, "But probably not good enough to come."
"I'll make sure you finish once I'm done," Cat assured her. She ground down, trying to get more friction. Then her hand went down between her legs, and she rubbed herself while she moved.
Sam was intensely aroused by the sight. She rocked her hips slightly, matching Cat's movements. "Can I ask you something?" she asked breathlessly after a while.
"Of course." Cat went a little faster.
"Did you masturbate and think about me when I was gone?"
The unexpectedness of the question caused Cat to stall a little. "Um… a couple times, yeah," she replied. "Before you showed up, I'd only ever had two orgasms in my life."
"Seriously?" Sam scoffed. "Can you tell me about them?"
"Well, they were both because of you," Cat answered haltingly. She continued to ride the dildo, circling her clit with her fingertips, speaking in gasps. "The first one was the night before you left. I was really turned on from you touching me and I couldn't help myself. You were in the room."
Sam nearly choked. "All the way back then?"
"Mm-hmm. I got too loud—you woke up once," Cat giggled breathlessly. "But you were still drunk, so you just kind of grumbled at me and rolled over." She sank down fully on the toy and moaned. "It was really exciting trying not to get caught."
Sam groaned at herself. The fact that she could've had Cat to herself so much sooner was beyond just frustrating—it was heartbreaking. "What would you have done if I actually did catch you?"
"I don't know. Probably ask you to join me," Cat answered truthfully. "It took me almost two hours to finish and…" Cat's breath caught. She continued, "It felt so good I went non-conscious afterwards."
"Fuck," Sam breathed, reaching up to grab Cat's breast, gently rolling her nipple until it was stiff. "What about the second one?"
Cat didn't answer right away.
"Cat?"
"It was a couple years ago. I was looking through our old pictures and I found those ones of you in your boxers from that slumber party we had," Cat explained between deep breaths. "And you'd left one of your shirts behind, and I held onto it all that time, so..." she bit her lip, then said, "I laid out all the pictures on the bed and I wrapped the shirt around a pillow, and, um…"
Sam gave out a shocked laugh. "You humped my shirt?"
"It took me almost all day to finally, um… finish," Cat explained, "I had to keep coming back to it. But… yeah. I still have the shirt. I mean, I washed it, though. But that's the only other time I've been able to make myself orgasm."
"Well, it's a good thing I'm here, then," Sam smirked.
Cat didn't argue—she just chuckled breathlessly as she continued moving her hips.