She stuffed the dildo back into the bottom of her drawer and threw a robe on. What would they watch? Best to ask Rachel, she tended to be pickier about movies.

Bianca slipped through the living room and straight through to the guest suite.

“Rach?” No answer. From the back of the suite, the sound of rushing water from the much coveted shower room roared and steam billowed out the open door.

“Rach?” Bianca was quieter this time, visions of startling her friend and her slipping and cracking her head open loomed.

The blonde peered through the open doorway into the bathroom. At first, she only saw swirling steam. But then, a figure. Rachel's naturally curvy body, her hands running over her breasts and down her own belly. Water poured over her head, pulling her curly hair straight and nearly to her waist. But that wasn't all…

She was squatting over the stone seat, pulsing the way they had both done in exercise classes a million times over the years but… why? And then it registered. A flash of bright purple and a moan made it all clear.

Bianca blushed and turned away, embarrassed. But…

Curiosity drew her eyes back to her oldest friend. She watched as her hands roamed from nipple to clit, from clit to thigh. She found her own hand wandering, hesitatingly seeking what pleasures might be found. She watched as Rachel rode the toy, how she started slow and shallow and worked it in deeper. She watched as the crescendo came upon Rachel and envied that experience.

Rachel stood and tuned of the shower; Bianca ran off to the kitchen. She yanked open the freezer door and began intensely studying the contents therein. The empty, silent moments dragged on, making Bianca feel all that much more nervous.

Oh my. What did I?

“Hey, Girlie! You ready for a little Say Anything and Chunky Monkey on the couch?”

Rachel ducked under Bianca's outstretched arm and snagged a pint. Her warm, soft breast brushed against Bianca's silk-clad ribcage. Bianca's breath caught.

Oblivious to her effect, Rachel smiled and bounced into the den. “Come on, sweet cheeks! I've got an orgy planned. You, Me, Ben, Jerry, John Cusack and his 1980's boombox.”

Bianca took a moment to gather herself.

From the living room Rachel called out, “The moooovie's starting!”

Bianca grabbed her pint, trundled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, leaning against the arm and letting her leg hang. Rachel stole a bunch of pillows off the couch and snuggled up on the floor in front of Bianca.

The rest of the night passed in sugar-covered agony. At every funny quip Rachel squeezed Bianca's calf. Every touch brought a vision of Rachel in the shower.

The end credits were rolling when Bianca snapped back to reality.

“Shall we watch another?”

Bianca pressed her lips together weighing spending another few hours with Rachel's soft touches and mindless entertainment against time alone, steamy memories and a few soft touches of her own. The heat between her legs made the decision.

“No. I'm going to bed.”

“Okay, darling.” Rachel popped up and pressed her body against Bianca's to press a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Good night.”

Back in her bedroom, Bianca's skin was electric. Every brush of her robe, the sheets sliding up her legs, the weight of the blankets on her breasts- every single touch aggravated her already over active imagination. Oh god, Was this what it meant to be horny? What did it mean that Rachel made her feel this way? And what could she do about it?

She squirmed, thighs squeezed tight together, knees slowly pumping up and down beneath the covers. Visions of the look of ecstasy on Rachel's face made the need building in her pussy all that more insistent. She had the tool… was she willing to use it?

Throwing back the covers, she snuck across the room and quietly slid the drawer open. She found it hiding under the tee shirts and sweatpants.

Back in the warm cocoon of her bed, she tentatively stoked the length of her toy with one hand and slid the other down the front of her panties. The soft folds of her sex were wet, her panties already soaked.

Pulling them aside, she nudged the head of the dildo between her lips and gasped. Inching it in. Sliding it a little at a time, her mind took the fuel that watching Rachel had given her and embellished on it to create new and more exciting situations. Rachel and Roger on the guest room bed, the soft moans Bianca remembered married with… Esteban taking her forcefully… so many beautiful, wicked scenarios. She felt an little pain as she got as much of the dildo into her as would fit. She stopped focusing on working it in and picked up her pace. Gripping the length, her hand stimulating her clit with every stroke.

Her heart started to race. The wetness from her pussy ran over her hand. The pleasure building inside her spurred her to go harder and faster… she was…

Brrrrring!

She stared at the phone on her nightstand, confused. Oh. It had to be Esteban, and who knows when he'd have another chance to call her. She picked up on the third ring.

“Love, are you okay? You sound out of breath.” His velvet voice was marked with concern. She wanted him so badly.

“I'm fine, darling.”

“What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to come home?”

Oh, he needed to come home…but no. “I'm fine. I'm in bed. I just…” She tried to think of a lie.

“Just?”

The thought of Rachel's advice and the cool kiss she'd gotten when he left.

“I was just…pleasuring myself.” She could feel the hot blush from her head to her toes, but she tried her best to keep it out of her voice.

“Oh?” A pause, then his voice dropped a bit. “Ohhhhhh. I hope I didn't ruin anything.”

“I was very close.” She put a bit of playful pout in her voice. The daring of it thrilled her.

“Can I help? Make it up to you?”

“Oh… I guess so…yes.”

“Where are you?”

“In bed.”

“And you have that toy?”

Bianca practically choked. “You know..?”

“I found it some time ago. Lay back. I want you to imagine me there.”

Her pussy was once again liquid heat. His voice married with the sensation…it was magic.

“Knead your breast and rub your clit for me, love. Let me hear how much you like it.”

She propped the phone up on a pillow by her head and did as she was told. The soft strokes took her breath away.

“Now, I want you to imagine my cock pushed against your clit.”

Bianca took hold of the dildo and nudged her swollen clit sending shudders of pleasure into her belly. When they were face to face, lying together in bed, they didn't talk. His husky voice giving her orders and the roughness of his language thrilled her.

“Now I will fuck you. You want that, my love?”

The toy penetrated her. Deeper and deeper she thrust, a twist in her wrist came naturally as she pulled it out to work it in a little further. The phone slipped down onto the pillow next to her head.

“Yes.” She barely got the word out as she slammed the dildo home.

Soon, “Yes”, was the only thing she could say. She came loudly, sure that he heard every gasp.

When she had recovered her senses, she picked up the phone, still panting.

“Good girl. I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight.” His voice was like a jaguar, sleek and smooth but full of danger.

The buzz of a dead line rang in her ear. She returned the handset to its cradle and fell into a deep sleep.

“I called Roger. He's picking us up in an hour and a half. ” Rachel waited for Bianca's reaction.

“Do you have plans that I don't know about?”

“Always. But mainly the plan is to get the hell out of this house. Spending all day cooped up is no good.”

Bianca shrugged and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. Pulling back the peel, she popped the fruit into her mouth. Her mind was already racing ahead to what they could do that day.