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  Good Vibrations

  Copyright © 2012 by KT Grant

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-273-3

  Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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  Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle

  Runaway Virgin by L.C. Dean

  Unwanted Mate by Rebecca Royce

  Smut Therapy by Stephanie Beck

  Zombie Lovin’ by Olivia Starke

  Lipstick & Jazz by Leanore Elliott

  Carnal Attraction by D.L. Jackson

  Also by KT Grant

  A Bid For Love

  For the Love of Mollie

  The Claiming of Suzy

  Sweet and Sinful

  Xavier’s Loving Arms

  The Christmas Fantasy

  Coming Soon

  Alana’s Surrender

  Good Vibrations

  Good Vibrations Series Book 1

  The Edge

  by

  KT Grant

  ~DEDICATION~

  For all the women who need some good vibrations in their lives.

  Good Vibrations

  The soft buzzing from the room next to hers made Jerri place a pillow over her mouth to stifle her scream. For the fifth night in a row, her roommate used her vibrator before she went to sleep. In self-defense, she’d gone to bed an hour early, hoping to pass out before Krysta turned on the vibrating sucker that had her sighing and moaning in less than twenty minutes.

  Her sighs of pleasure came through as clearly as if she were in the same room. The walls were too damn thin. At the breaking point, Jerri was ready to walk into Krysta’s bedroom to give her what her vibrator couldn’t—a real tongue and ten human fingers that would make her come all night long.

  Her own mechanical friend lay hidden away in her sock drawer and she considered bringing it out to help her find relief. She didn’t mind her roommate finding satisfaction with a vibrator, but she was hot and horny, dying to rush in there to show Krysta how she felt about her—and what she wanted to do to her.

  Jerri had been in love with her for the past five years, but would she ruin their friendship by admitting her feelings? Krysta had an annoying habit of cutting out former flames or acquaintances who wanted more than she was willing to give. Jerri didn’t want to be one of those casualties. So, she suffered in silence while her roommate got off to an inanimate object.

  A moan, and then a gasp, followed by a deep sigh. The buzzing stopped. She clenched her fists as the bed creaked. When something like a door, or perhaps a dresser drawer opened and closed, then the bed squeaked again, she sat up, her nightgown sticking to her, damp with perspiration. Running her hands down her chest, she palmed her breast, scraping a nail over her sensitive nipple. Frustrated, she then cupped herself, spreading her folds apart and tapping her clit. She needed to get off or she’d never be able to fall asleep. It would serve Krysta right if she walked into her bedroom, climbed on top of her, and fucked the ever loving shit out of her until they were both chafed from the number of times they orgasmed.

  But she wouldn’t. She was too chicken. Because of her cowardice, she lost out. Instead of going after the woman she was head over heels in love with, she slipped out of bed, grabbed the seven-inch, jelly-textured dildo and tube of lubricant from their hiding place and headed for the bathroom on the other side of the apartment.

  She shut the bathroom door carefully. The thick walls would help deaden the noise of her toy as well as her moaning. At least she was considerate of people who were trying to sleep.

  But if her roommate did happen to hear strange sounds and investigate, she’d take it as a sign they were meant to be together and make her move. She’d have her up against the wall and her face in between her thighs in seconds. The idea took her horniness to the edge of desperation, and she got down to business.

  Throwing off her nightgown, she squeezed a quarter-sized glob of lube into her palm then stroked the gel up and down the penis shaped device. Not that she needed the slippery stuff—she was already wet—but just to be safe. Satisfied the toy was slick enough, she straddled the toilet and pushed the gizmo between her legs. With a flick of her thumb over the switch at the base, the dildo started spinning.

  Her breathing grew heavy and her entire body hummed in anticipation. The last time she had something this thick inside her was months ago when she’d last used it to masturbate. She only wanted Krysta’s fingers or tongue inside her. No one else would satisfy her.

  Spreading her legs farther apart, she stroked the dildo against her pussy, circling over her lips. Her clit began to swell. The familiar tingling warmth spread through her stomach and into her navel. Back and forth, she jerked the toy until she was lubricated enough to thrust it into her pussy without wincing. It skated straight up inside her.

  “Oh that’s good,” she murmured, brushing aside the curls sticking to her forehead. Not even the slight breeze from the window behind her could cool her off.

  She slapped her palm against the shower door for leverage, and pumped the rotating object deeper into her cunt. She moaned and bit down on her lip, holding back her cries. Her pussy muscles latched around the foreign object.

  Legs shaking, she flexed her toes against the cold tile floor. She envisioned Krysta on her knees in front of her, licking her clit and nibbling around her pussy, while she jammed the device in deeper.

  When she bent forward, a jolt of electricity traveled along her thighs. She pressed her fingers over her bulging clit, rubbing it in circles. Sliding down on the toilet seat, she pulled the dildo out and ran it around her vulva and clit, pressing it under the flap of skin. A sudden gush of wetness covered her fingers. A deep spasm settled inside her womb, making her gasp in pleasure.

  “Shit, come on….” She scraped the toy over her sensitized tissues, willing her orgasm to start so she could get some sleep before the sun rose.

  With one last jerk against her cunt, her inner muscles seized and a deep groan left her as she came. Lifting her legs into the air, she twitched, pulling the dildo away, the vibration too intense for her to take anymore.

  Slumping down, she dug her fingers into her knee, riding out her climax while Krysta’s name echoed in her head. When she could catch her breath again, she turned off the toy and wiped her clammy forehead with her arm.

  Her heartbeat hammered in her ears as her cunt contracted in the aftermath of her climax. She stood up, her legs steadier than she expected, to turn on the faucet. Scooping up cool water, she splashed her face, giving her reflection a quick glance. She grimaced. With her bright eyes and splotchy cheeks, she looked like she was suffering from the flu instead of having been gratified.

 
Yawning, she stretched, much more limber and relaxed than before. She wiped her toy clean and after a quick swipe with a washcloth in between her legs, she put her nightgown back on.

  On her way to her bedroom, she froze when she heard movement coming from the kitchen. What the fuck is she still doing up?

  She needed to hide her fake dick. She tiptoed back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. After wrapping up the dildo and lube, she rolled her shoulders, took a deep breath, and moved onward.

  Maybe I can make it to my bedroom before—

  Krysta came out of the kitchen holding a mug.

  She caught a whiff of chocolate. “Hey, what are you still doing up?”

  “I had trouble sleeping. I thought some hot cocoa might help. I can make you some if you want?”

  “Ah, I’m good.” She hitched the rolled-up towel under her arm. “I was washing my face and brushing my teeth. That’s why I was in the bathroom for so long.”

  “That’s what usually happens in the bathroom, among other things.” Krysta gave her a shifty smile.

  Oh my god. Does she know? It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but she held back.

  “Your throat and face are red all of a sudden.”

  “Ah, must be the warm water I used on my face. I like it almost boiling to seep into my pores like a mini facial.” She swallowed a groan over her lame explanation. “I’m off to bed. Have a good night.”

  She didn’t wait for a response but hurried into her bedroom. When she was safely inside, she rested back against the door. Her heart pounded in her ears and she banged her fist against her forehead. What if she’d admitted she’d been masturbating? Krysta might have been shocked stupid, but it would have given her the opening she needed to mention what she’d overheard earlier. Instead of cowering like an idiot, she’d be with object of her lust, eating her out or sucking on those perky breasts that made her hot and damp.

  Snorting at her lack of courage, she put her toy into its drawer. Crawling into bed, she rubbed her cheek against the cool cotton of the pillow and hugged herself, wishing she could take back the last few minutes and do it all over again. She would then have Krysta holding her instead of lying alone, irritated.

  ***

  “You look like you could use this.”

  Jerri glanced down at the small glass filled with clear liquid in front of her. She downed the contents.

  “This is good shit.”

  “Even better when it’s on the house.” Marc, the bartender, finished his own shot off. “Why aren’t you dancing? I thought you liked the Lady Pearls?”

  She would’ve loved to dance with Krysta, who was shaking her ass near the front of the stage. Alana, the lead singer, sang a cover of No Doubt’s “Spiderwebs,” her smooth rendition a big reason why the Lady Pearls had become the fastest rising group in the area.

  Her roommate clung to a tall, blonde wearing a form-fitting vest, skintight black pants, and painful-looking four-inch heels. Her chest stung when Krysta pressed her mouth to the woman’s ear and spread her palm across her new friend’s ass.

  Jerri turned away, grinding her teeth, to face Marc, who was frowning at the stage. His eyes tracked Alana’s movements. Poor guy had it as bad as she did.

  “You look like you could use another drink. Join me. I’m buying this time.” She slapped his dark toned bicep, squeezing it gently.

  He scratched the back of his bald head, giving her a concentrated stare that had her squirming in her seat. “Next time I’m not taking no for an answer and neither should you.”

  What the hell is he talking about? Before she could ask, someone came up beside her and swung an arm over her shoulder. Casey, the owner of Sisco’s, gave her a kiss on the cheek. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”

  She smiled up at the man with an adorable dimple on each cheek and big baby blues flashing with humor.

  “Marc’s hitting on me. You don’t mind if I take him home with me tonight?” she teased, giving Casey’s fine ass a pat.

  “Only if I can come, too.” His thumb dipped inside the waist band of her jeans.

  “She’s not into dudes,” Marc poured her another shot. As she went to grab it, he took hold of her wrist and kissed her pulse point. “Nothing at all?”

  She shrugged. “I’m into pussy, not dick. Sorry, guys.”

  Casey hooted in laughter. Marc released a drawn out curse. She would’ve taken up either—or both—of the men on their offers if she’d been straight or bi. Maybe then she wouldn’t be in a piss poor mood, pining over a woman about to get lucky tonight, but not with her.

  Marc left to take some orders from a group of women who looked straight out of the cast of The Jersey Shore. Casey moved behind her and enclosed her in his arms. His mouth brushed up against the side of her neck.

  “Pretend you want me. We might make Alana jealous.”

  She twisted around to drape her arms around his shoulders. I wonder if he knows Marc wants Alana also? “This is going to get us in trouble. Can she even see us?”

  He looked past her at the stage. “She’s staring right at us.” He brushed his mouth against her forehead. “Quick, let’s kiss.”

  Before she could argue, his mouth descended on hers, but his tongue never made itself known. He was doing this all for show. She smiled against his grinning lips.

  When they broke apart, she shook her head at him. He gave her nose a tap and leaned over to either kiss her again or say something when a firm hand on her waist yanked her away from him.

  “What the hell is going on here?”

  She blinked, surprised at her sharp tone. She turned to face the irate woman who held a hand fisted on her hip, her expression a thundercloud.

  “We were just saying hello. Now I must say good-bye if I’m going to get a chance to talk to Alana during her break. Excuse me, ladies.” Casey gave her a kiss, on her cheek this time, and with a wicked wink, moved toward the stage.

  “Want me to flag Marc down? Do you want a drink?” Jerri asked, confused over the fury marring her roommate’s face.

  Krysta grabbed her arm. “Are you drunk? Your eyes look bloodshot.”

  “I’m feeling pretty good, but nowhere near drunk.”

  “You were all over Casey. That’s not like you.” She glared over her shoulder at him. “He’s such a man whore.” She turned back, shaking her head. “I thought you were only into women. What gives?”

  “I wasn’t all over him.” She shrugged, omitting Casey’s ulterior motive. “Why do you care if I’m interested in him? You looked pretty cozy with the whats-her-face bleached blonde a few minutes ago. Should I assume I’m going back to our place alone tonight?” She jerked her arm away.

  Krysta flipped her shoulder-length chestnut hair over her shoulder and pursed her lips. “It’s my decision whether I go home with Gina or not. You never cared before. Why now?”

  She’d never have a better opportunity to express her feelings. “I’ve always cared who you’ve gone off with after drinking, especially when it’s someone you just met.” When Krysta relaxed her stance and her frown turned into a tender smile, she decided to go for it. She’d tell her not to spend the night with that other woman, but with her. She’d promise to give her satisfaction that her vibrator or a one-night stand couldn’t.

  “Hey babe, I missed you.” Gina slung her arm over Krysta’s shoulder, grabbed her chin, and gave her a sloppy kiss.

  Jerri’s stomach flipped in jealousy. Her heart broke in two. Not waiting around for the two women to finish with their revolting display of affection, she jumped off her stool and rushed outside. Hugging her waist, she darted onto the sidewalk and speed walked the ten blocks home, where she could cry in private.

  ***

  Jerri had just flung herself on the couch when the front door slammed open and Krysta stalked in. Throwing her purse on the kitchen table, she stomped into the living room.

  Jerri flipped through a magazine, pretending interest in the glossy pages.

  “What
the fuck? How could you leave me there by myself?” Eyes flashed at her in anger.

  “You were doing fine with Gina’s tongue down your throat. I left because I was bored.” When the words on the page blurred, she sniffed. She’d had one breakdown tonight and wouldn’t allow herself another.

  Krysta tore the magazine out of her hands and threw it across the room.

  She sighed and stood up. “I can’t be around you like this when you’ve been drinking. Go call Gina. Maybe she’s still available for a fuck.”

  As she turned away, her roommate grabbed her shoulder. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t expect her to kiss me, but before I could push her away, you ran off.” She moved in closer. “You’ve been crying?”

  Wrenching away, she backed off a few steps. “Even if I were, what does it matter? I grow emotional when I drink, you know that.”

  “I’m calling bullshit on that lame ass excuse.” Krysta shook her head. “You’re upset I was flirting with another woman? You were doing the same exact thing with Casey. You kissed him first! Now we’re even and we can put this whole night behind us.”

  “Argh!” Jerri yanked on her hair. “Even? How are we even? I’m sick of you flaunting yourself around acting like you’re the shit. It’s bad enough I can’t sleep at night with you using your vibrator, keeping me up at all hours and getting me turned on.” Her heaving chest and angry pants cut off her breath.

  Krysta stared at her, red faced. “You listen to me masturbating every night? That’s… sick.”

  “Sick?” Irate, she jabbed her finger into Krysta’s chest. “You know what’s sick? Using an inanimate object to get you off when you have a living, breathing person here who would be more than willing to do that.”

  Her eyes widened. “I know what you did in the bathroom last night.”