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Ch. 5--The Self-Gratification Initiation: The Home Invasion Perversion

Penny slammed the door on her way out after throwing Sheldon’s stupid video game on the counter. She couldn’t believe she had just barged in on Amy naked, and that Amy was being so bitchy to her! She felt that her face was red, whether from anger or from the shock at stumbling in on Amy that way (or both) she didn’t know. Not wanting to think about why Amy might be so hostile toward her, still less wanting to think about how turned on she was, Penny stormed across the hall and back to her own apartment.

She plopped down onto the couch in a huff, unsure of what to do with herself. Leonard was at work; Penny herself had been working until well after midnight on a new project rollout and so had taken the day off.

Despite her best efforts, her mind drifted to her rapidly deteriorating relationship with her best friend. She had realized for some time now that she felt…weird toward Amy ever since their wild night of passion. Part of her wanted to kick herself for being so stupid and taking things so far with her, but she had to admit that another part of her was also intensely aroused at the memory…had they really done all those things? That was some of the best and wildest sex she had ever had. And it was with Amy. Her best friend, who was married to her husband’s best friend…

No! She though vehemently. Not going there, not right now. Besides, the longer she sat there remembering that night, the hornier she was getting. Suddenly she knew what to do with herself…it was a no brainer. She had been wearing nothing but a pair of Leonard’s boxers and a yellow tank top with no bra, and she stripped the boxers off, feeling the vinyl of the familiar couch warm and smooth under her naked ass. She lay back and her eyes closed as her hand drifted idly down to the hot spot between her thighs.

Wow…plenty of lube there. She hated for a second just how much Amy had turned her on, and how perilously close she had just come to giving in to Amy’s enticements. But only for a second. She moaned slightly and bit her bottom lip as her fingers slid over her sensitive clit and into her moist pussy. She scooped some of her own lube up onto her now-swollen pearl and she went at it hard, wasting no time.
She realized she was in Sheldon’s old spot (still his spot whenever he came over, she thought ruefully), and thought back to the time she and Sheldon had fucked on this very spot, when she and Leonard had been broken up, and before things had gotten serious between Sheldon and Amy. She had been so turned on by him, and she now found herself fantasizing about doing Amy and Sheldon together…

Just as she got going, she heard the faint but unmistakable sound of a woman moaning in sexual pleasure. She paused right as she was about to turn that final corner on the road to a climax, and tilted her head to listen, her fingers idly circling on their own. There it was again, this time even louder. Yep, no misunderstanding that sound. Amy must be rubbing one out over there in the shower.

A new flood of desire hit Penny, and she sat up a bit to get a better angle, bent her knees so that the flats of her feet were pressed together and started rubbing herself ever more fiercely. She heard another loud gasp from across the stairs, and briefly marveled at the strange acoustics of 2311 North Los Robles; how sometimes you couldn’t hear what was going on across the room, how at other times when it was convenient (or inconvenient) you could hear what was going on across the hall through four closed doors. She didn’t have time to think long; as Amy panted and groaned Penny started rubbing in furious circles, arched her spine, threw her head back and let out a wail of her own as she came hard.

She surprised herself: this one was a doozy. She twitched and thrusted her pelvis forward until her ass was completely off the couch, taking her time to slow down gradually. She looked down at herself; she loved that her belly was flat enough and her clit protruberant enough that she could just look down and see it the way a man could see his own dick.

She had always been a fiercely sexual creature ever since she was a little girl; it was just part of who she was. You might think, she mused idly, that having a clit that stuck out so far that it rubbed on everything would have a desensitizing effect, but that was simply not the case. She had more than once in her life worn an incredibly tight pair of jeans with no panties on and a tampon in to soak up the moisture, and gone around casually orgasming all throughout her daily business simply by strategically moving her body so that her immense, swollen clit rubbed against the proper seam; most of the time she didn’t even need to use her fingers.

Yes, Penny mused, she was blessed with a body built for pleasure from her head down to her toes; she worked out and watched her figure with more discipline than anyone she knew (and had the perfect body that proved it), and she had long since gotten used to everyone wanting her. What was new to her was how much she found herself wanting Amy; even newer was that she was withholding from herself the pleasure that she now knew could be found with her bestie.

She slowly got up and stripped off the yellow tank top she was wearing. If Amy’s going to be a nudist today, why can’t I? She suddenly found the idea very appealing. She was hungry, and made herself a small breakfast. Cooking and washing the dishes in the nude, she had found herself growing slightly aroused again. She imagined someone watching her, invisible, and imagined the person’s intense delight at getting to watch someone with a bod like hers wandering around and doing simple tasks in her birthday suit.

She found herself straightening up the living room after she ate, just for the simple joy of continuing her whimsical little fantasy. At one point she caught a whiff of her armpits and grimaced. Better take a shower.

As she soaped her body under the hot water, she felt herself getting aroused to the point of wanting to get off again, and suddenly made up her mind that she was going to fuck Amy. She wants it, I want it, there’s no need for this cold war between us. I’m going to ride her face like I’m Calamity Jane at the Kansas City Roundup. She was resolute as she toweled herself off, and just before she put on her clothes a delightful idea struck her, and she headed to the front door.

Penny peeked out and gave a listen; no one was coming. Titillated, she did something that, in retrospect, she was amazed that she hadn’t done before: she shut the door behind her and gamboled across the hall buck-naked, tits bouncing, nipples rock-hard. She didn’t pause to knock, but when she pushed the door of Amy’s apartment it was locked. Irritated for a moment, she popped back into her apartment and grabbed the spare key. She felt a thrill course up her spine and a warmth between her thighs as she imagined Amy’s delight at finding Penny, naked and unexpected, in her living room.

She must be in the bedroom, Penny thought as she entered and posed herself artfully on the couch. But she heard nothing, and after a minute she huffed in boredom and decided to just barge in on Amy; maybe she was going at it in bed. But Amy was nowhere to be found.

Flummoxed, Penny glanced out the window just in time to see Amy’s car pull out of sight. Goddammit; I just missed her. It was then that she suddenly realized that she was standing there with her tits in full view of god and everyone, and she noticed that a teenage boy walking down the sidewalk across the street had stopped and was gaping at her.

Penny straightened up and stuck her chest out, clasping her arms above her head while arching her back in a stretch. She fake-yawned and pretended not to notice him, knowing full well just how alluring her tits looked in this position. Then Penny and the boy locked eyes and she feigned surprise for a second, then smiled and winked at him, pausing for the briefest moment before quickly pulling the drapes closed. That’ll put a little something in his spank bank, she laughed to herself.

Still, standing here naked as she was, she was turned on, and once she got going it was difficult to shut off. Oh Leonard, you lucky little bastard, she thought to herself. Tonight’s gonna be your night. But she knew she couldn’t wait that long; her face colored at the lascivious thought that was tickling at the back of her mind.

Heading into Sheldon and Amy’s bedroom, Penny squatted and rummaged around under the bed. Amy had told her where Gerard’s hiding spot was. The new Gerard, not her old electric toothbrush. No, it was the very robin’s egg vibrator that Penny had given Amy as a present. I gave her more than that as a present, she thought to herself, smiling in fondness at the memory of the first time she had made Amy cum.

Before long she found it and clicked it on, and the quiet humming was somehow both relaxing and stimulating as she lay back in the middle of Amy and Sheldon’s small bed, feeling wanton, sneaky, and just plain old-fashioned naughty at the idea of masturbating in her friends’ empty home unbeknownst to them. She closed her eyes, sighing as she pressed Gerard to her hungry clit, knowing in advance that this was going to be a good one…

***
Amy had gotten home from San Bernardino in the nick of time; she didn’t have a moment to spare to dither about where or how best to hide her new treasure trove of sex toys before she happened to look out the window and see Sheldon enter the building. He’d taken the bus to work, and now she had about 90 seconds tops, and that only if he stopped to get the mail.

Fortunately there was room under the bed where she kept her only other toy, but when she bent down she noticed that the box with Gerard in it was out of place; normally she kept it shoved way under her side of the bed, but now the corner of it was sticking out. She hadn’t used him this morning, and she knew that she would never be so careless as to leave that particular box exposed. For now the spot would work, unless Sheldon had in fact discovered Gerard, in which case she was busted and he was about to discover a whole lot more than that. She went into the bathroom, hurriedly stripped and was just stepping into the shower to wash the funk from her body when she heard the front door shut.

Her shower felt exceedingly good; for once she was sexually sated and didn’t feel the need to get off while showering. In fact, she suspected that there was a deep-seated psychological profundity to this particular shower; she felt as if she might be washing away the sins of her crazy afternoon at the Metropolis. More like washing away the jizz, and she actually had a short laugh at herself.

Washing away my sins? She marveled at herself while toweling off. Who am I, my mother? The Reverend Roger Chillingworth? No guilt; that’s what Robert said. I’m not going to feel guilty for needing pleasure. Put it in a bag; drop it in the river. The dual metaphors of the shower and the guilt-bag seemed to help her, and she felt only a tiny twinge of guilt when she came out and saw Sheldon, and that was soon behind her because he was being sweet as pie.

When she came out she was wearing her nightie, and expected a ‘little too early for that, isn’t it?’ from her husband, but was pleasantly surprised by a peck on the cheek and a suspiciously close hug; for everything that she had been through, Sheldon could still turn her on; all she knew was that he didn’t usually hug her like this unless she was going to get lucky. She returned the tight squeeze.

“Hi Sheldon…how was work?”

“Well, it wasn’t so great, but it had nothing to do with anything that actually happened. No, I got to thinking about your situation today, and realized that I may be partially to blame. I feel like I haven’t been as attentive as I should…after all, there’s only one of me in the world, and you’re the one who’s fortunate and gifted enough to have me.”

It was a back-handed compliment, but Amy supposed she was in no place to be picky at the moment. “Thank you?” she said hesitantly. It came out more like a question.

Sheldon nodded in that uniquely self-satisfactory way of his; the nod that said both ‘you’re welcome’ and ‘aren’t you lucky?’ all at the same time. He sat down on the couch and patted it, indicating that Amy should sit next to him, which she did. Sheldon then launched into an explanatory tirade about why he hadn’t been paying her much attention, and how he planned to make it up to her.

Even after all of her day’s sexual exertions Amy felt faintly warm after the smothering embrace they had shared, and was suddenly fully conscious of her complete nudity under the comfortable, worn flannel nightgown. She felt her nipples grow gradually but unmistakably bullet-hard, stirring ever-so-gently against the soft cloth as Sheldon droned on, and a vague heat began to stir in her loins. Not for the first time, nor for the last, she was amazed by her body’s titanic capacity for pleasure, by her psyche’s seemingly boundless capacity for lust.

“…and so I was thinking about the time where you attempted to engage in fellatio with me, and…”

Whoa! What’s going on here? Suddenly Amy was paying rapt attention to Sheldon’s monologue.

“…the thing was, it was just surprising; you see, it sort of came out of nowhere, and you’d never done anything like that before so I didn’t know what to make of it. And I have reservations about that sort of thing. Perhaps misplaced; I’d always imagined that as the sort of thing a “dirty girl” does” here he made air quotes “and not something I’d expect from my darling wife. But I have to admit, the sensations were…pleasurable.” He stopped and cocked his head sideways in that curiously bird-like way of his (had he but known it, ornithophobe that he was), and seemed to be waiting for something from Amy.

“Well,’ she began, but her voice was gravelly and froggy again, and she took a moment to hack and cough. Goddamn those poppers! she thought to herself, but it also gave her a moment to strategize. Suddenly she knew the tack she would take.

“Sheldon, you’re an intelligent man, certainly the most brilliant man I know,” she said, using her most analytic, professorial tone; Sheldon gave a matter-of-fact nod.

Amy went on. “But as you know, when it comes to the sphere of human interactions, you have some glaring deficiencies.” Sheldon nodded again.

“One of those is your resistance to grasping the inherent dichotomic nature that can be present in the personality of a human being. For instance, a serial killer who is simultaneously a loving father and husband…” better think of a more pleasant example “a veterinarian who is terrified of dogs” not much better; I should get to the point “or, in this case, a loving wife who is also a…’dirty girl’?” She made air quotes as Sheldon had done, but as slowly and seductively as it was possible to make air quotes, and she scooted meaningfully toward her husband.

Sheldon nodded again. “I see. So what you’re saying is, that one particular aspect of someone’s personality doesn’t necessarily preclude them from embracing something which seems to exist in precise counterpoint to the first aspect.”

Amy’s eyes widened and she nodded slowly, moving so that now their thighs were touching. “Yes,” she almost whispered, putting her arm around Sheldon. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Precise counterpoint,” she went on. “Punctus…contra…punctum.” With each Latin word, slowly and exquisitely enunciated, she undid one of the buttons on her nightie with her free hand, starting at the top and working her way down, never taking her eyes off Sheldon.

She kept at it. “And think of the hypothetical benefits that a man could derive from having a loving wife who is simultaneously a…dirty girl…” Here she pulled off her glasses in a deliberate fashion and set them on the coffee table. She was so close to Sheldon now she didn’t need them to see anyway.

If Amy thought that Sheldon was picking up on her vibes, however, she was soon disabused of that notion. He nodded, put his hands on his knees resolutely, and said “Very well. I will think on it.” He gave Amy a quick peck on the lips and then stood up. “What’s for dinner?” he asked innocently, and headed into the bedroom.

Amy slumped back onto the couch in disappointment, but, sadly, not in surprise. All hot and bothered and no place to go, she sighed. And after my best come hither. Still, she supposed, I probably deserve that after today. She couldn’t find it in herself to feel any bitterness toward her husband, not at this moment. In fact, she made up her mind to fix him his favorite meal for dinner: spaghetti with little pieces of hot dog cut up in it.

Amy was an atheist, but still, somehow she felt it appropriate as a form of penance for her day of debauchery. Not, she knew, that it excused it, but at least it would make her feel a little better. Grateful that there was a half a bottle of malbec left, she poured herself a very full glass as she started on dinner.

***

Almost at that same moment across the hall, Penny was having much more success seducing her husband than Amy was having with her own. As soon as Leonard walked through the door, he saw Penny sitting in Sheldon’s spot on the couch. Goddammit, it’s not Sheldon’s spot anymore! He groused to himself, but for all of about a half a second. Wait a minute…what is she wearing? And what did she do to her hair?

She wasn’t quite naked…she was wearing her kitchen apron, but Leonard was pretty sure that was all she was wearing He felt himself go red in the face and get extremely hot under his collar. Also, she had cut her hair again, incredibly short, back to the boyish pixie cut she’d had some years ago. Leonard was too turned on at the moment to remark on it.

Penny stood up and strode slowly toward him, step by deliberate step. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been naked…all afternoon. Since I got back from my haircut. Well, that is, I’ve been naked…unless you count this apron as clothing…” It was a faded blue gingham, and she had it cinched tightly about her narrow waist, accentuating the child-bearing hips directly below. Leonard gawked at her; it was pulled tight against her chest, flattening her breasts some, and he could see the exclamation points of her nipples straining at the fabric.

Leonard’s voice left him, but he somehow cracked “Um, no. I don’t think that counts as clothing. At least not if…”

Penny shushed him with an index finger to his lips and a slow sideways shake of her head. She then held that finger and her middle one under his nostrils…they were wet—slick and warm on his upper lip--and smelled intoxicatingly of her scent. Leonard knew they had just been inside her body, and he closed his eyes and opened his mouth as Penny casually slid those fingers past his lips. He cleaned them thoroughly, gently but firmly sucking off every drop of her moisture. He opened his eyes to see Penny giving him a mouth-open smile, one that burned in her eyes as strongly as it showed on her lips. Her tongue flicked out between her teeth, and her grin widened ever-so-slightly.

Suddenly her eyes flashed and she put both hands on his shoulders, pushing them downward with her great strength, and then Leonard was on his knees, lifting up the hem of the apron. She stayed him for a second, making sure she had his eye as she loosened the tie around her back and let a beautiful, pale-golden breast flop out of the side of the blue-checked gingham. Leonard moaned in rapt attention as Penny tilted her breast upward and took the perfectly cylindrical nipple in between her teeth, giving it a good hard bite that made her close her eyes in painful ecstasy right before she took it into her mouth to soothe the throbbing with her tongue. Leonard looked like he was about to splooge in his pants.

Knowing that that was an actual real possibility, Penny decided she’d teased him enough; better get what she came for. She loosed her grip on Leonard and pulled the apron string off up over her neck, dropping it on the floor beside her.
Leonard paused briefly to drink in the sight of his impossibly hot wife in all her glorious nudity…Until the day I die I’ll never tire of that sight, he thought to himself, and then he took action.

Penny’s clit stuck out so far forward when she was turned on that she didn’t even need to spread her thighs for Leonard to get at it, and she sighed loudly as he took it into his mouth, suckling and nibbling at it with unusual skill, even for him. He may be lacking in other respects in the bedroom, Penny thought as her head tilted back and she closed her eyes, but I have to give him props for his oral skills. This wasn’t going to take long, she knew.

Leonard had grabbed her by the buttocks to pull himself tight up against her, and she moaned loudly, feeling her orgasm get close. She started to get light-headed and loud, just like she usually did, and suddenly she grabbed Leonard’s head hard and thrust her hips forward as she came.

Just then the door opened and Penny squeaked in startlement. She opened her eyes to see that Amy was standing there in her nightgown, and the look on her face was…surprise? Or was it something else? Penny gasped and started to push Leonard’s head away, but he was so intent on his ministrations that he didn’t even know anything was amiss.

Penny was on autopilot; she was too far gone into her pleasure to pull back now so she just went with it, warbling aloud at the new and sudden intensity granted her orgasm by this unexpected voyeur. She bucked even harder, and with a drawn-out animalistic grunt she came again right on top of the first orgasm, this time even harder. As she started to fall backward toward the couch, she somehow managed to shoo Amy away with one hand while bracing herself with the other, Leonard’s lips locked in a death-grip around her swollen pudenda as he followed her downward, slowing her descent.

Although she was still gasping and barely coherent as she toppled backward, Penny could swear that the look on Amy’s face changed from (fake?) surprise to a faintly evil, lust-tinged smirk as she slowly backed out and quietly shut the door, her eyes never once leaving Penny’s.

***

Amy had heard Penny’s first gasps just as she began to sip her wine, before she could even get going on dinner. Out of idle curiosity she had quietly opened her front door. She could hear the sounds of Penny getting stimulated, and she set her wine glass down by the door then tip-toed across the hall.

She didn’t really have any clear plan; maybe it was because Sheldon had worked her up and then left her high and dry, but with no real forethought she swung the door open and there was Penny, standing not three feet from the threshold, completely naked with hands wrapped tightly around Leonard’s head at her crotch. Her breasts were pushed together and outward between her bulging arms, areolae swollen, nipples rock-hard and pointed to the sky, and she was starting to howl just as she began to cum.

Amy was genuinely surprised for a second, although she had known they were having sex: she hadn’t expected anything this picture perfect; in fact, she was at first just greatly relieved that she didn’t have to see Leonard naked. (Amy had long quietly suspected that Penny might have a thing for Sheldon, but she herself certainly harbored no secret desires whatsoever for her bestie’s man.)

Amy was just about to mumble a fake excuse and leave when three things became readily apparent: One was that Penny had cut her hair short again, and that surprised Amy as much as anything. (Also, she found it super-hot.) Two: Leonard had no idea Amy was there, and Three, even more importantly, Penny clearly didn’t mind that Amy was watching, uninvited guest though she might be. When Penny dismissed her, Amy gave her a faintly mocking smile on her way out, only reluctantly shutting the door.

If she had been worked up before, she was loaded for bear now. Panting herself by the time she got back to her apartment, she shut the door slowly and took another sip of wine. Sheldon was splashing around in his nightly shower, and Amy knew she might only have a few minutes.

Breathless with excitement, she hurriedly crept into the bedroom, doing her best to quietly pull a toy out from beneath the bed, but the bags ruffled loudly and Sheldon said “Amy, are you in there? I thought you were making dinner.”

Goddammit! “Just about to get started sweetie. I just…uh, I need something from in here.”

“Well alright, but…” He never got a chance to finish as Amy slammed the bedroom door and all but ran to the couch.

She hurriedly plopped down, rucked her nightie up over her waist in a decidedly un-ladylike fashion, put her feet flat on the couch and spread her legs. She was sopping wet and desperately horny once again. She had no idea how many times she’d cum today; all she knew right then was that she was dying to do so once more.

With no chance to be picky she’d grabbed the first toy she could find: it was one of the big, fleshy, life-like dildoes; specifically the one that emulated an uncircumcised cock. Amy ripped the packaging open and pulled it out, hesitating briefly: as a teenager she’d copulated with some decent-sized zucchinis, and Sheldon himself was moderately well-endowed, but she was quite sure she’d never had anything this big inside her before, notwithstanding her brief indiscretion earlier in the day. Still, she had no time to go get something else. Amy needed no lube as she took it by the handle at the bottom (What a cool feature!) and unceremoniously shoved it deep into her hungry twat.

She hadn’t meant it, but a loud, deep-voiced moan escaped her anyway, and her pelvis involuntarily pulled backward as the immense fleshy toy invaded her; she could feel the head smack her cervix.

“What was that?” asked Sheldon.

This time Amy just ignored him. The toy had genuinely hurt when she jammed it into herself all the way to the hilt in one swift motion. It was only briefly painful, however; Amy knew that the vaginal canal could lengthen by a surprising percentage as part of the sexual arousal process, and her body adjusted to the girth quickly. (She loved that she knew these facts about her anatomy.) Amy closed her eyes and took a few seconds to simply enjoy the sensation of vigorously banging herself, as wet, sloppy fucking sounds filled the air. A couple more moans escaped her, but somehow she managed to muffle these.

Unlike Penny across the hall, who was caterwauling and howling away like anything. Amy knew that vocalization perfectly well: it sounded like Leonard was in the process of making her cum again, and she was almost there.

That reminded Amy that she desperately needed an orgasm herself, and she switched to fucking herself with the left-hand and rubbing her swollen sapphire with the right. Her body was eagerly opening up to this new experience, and already there was no resistance, just a perfectly tight fit inside her drenched love canal. She pulled the toy out a few times so that its large head was just outside her entrance and then plunged it in again, renewing that first sensation, only now there was no pain. (Well, maybe just the tiniest bit--and she loved it.)

Penny screamed, and Amy knew that she was cumming again. That bitch is being extra loud on purpose, just to torment me! Amy thought almost angrily, but just then the dam burst and Amy herself started to cum. Penny cried out her orgasm across the hall; right after, almost as if in answer, a loud, deep groan escaped Amy’s throat just as she arrived, and then Penny aspirated wildly again. It was like a chorus of women in ecstasy.

For some reason, in the throes of her delight Amy’s left arm seized up so that that hand became paralyzed, holding the dildo stock-still. So Amy’s body switched it up: her pelvis started humping back and forth of its own accord as her right hand became a side-to-side blur, battering her agonized, over-stimulated clitoris; she was so wet that some of her own juices spattered up onto her cheek and into her open mouth as her eyes closed and she moved into the meat of her orgasm, desperately panting and feeling as though she would die from the pleasure; just when it sounded as if Penny’s orgasm was beginning to die away, Amy’s had come to full flower.

Dimly in the back of her mind she heard the shower shut off, but nothing else registered: she could no more have stopped herself right then than she could hold back the tide at Pismo Beach. She was practically oblivious. Another loud gasp, a few more rapid sideways slaps on her swollen nub and then she slowly came back to herself, her right hand finally slowing down into a few lazy circles. The rhythm of her pelvis slacked off until she suddenly slumped to a rest with the fleshy mock-phallus still buried deep inside her, and then she left her clit alone and let out a long sigh.

She wasn’t able to luxuriate for long though. Now it was go-time: any second and Sheldon would be out the door. She opened her eyes and quickly yanked the whole length of the huge dildo out of herself all at once. She whooped slightly in pleasant surprise as the toy’s pulpy head exited her twat with a moist, faintly audible pop!, and despite the danger of discovery she giggled at the thrill. She had no exit strategy, so there was just enough time to mop her drenched crotch with the night gown, throw the dildo under the couch and stand up awkwardly straight before Sheldon came in from the bedroom.

He was looking at Amy curiously when they heard it: “Oh shit, fuck me Lenny!” came the loud command from across the hall. “Mount me like the bitch I am!”

“Fuck, you know it baby!” came Leonard’s excited response.

Sheldon, dressed in his Star Wars PJs, nodded disapprovingly. “For heaven’s sake, do they really have to be so loud when they’re having coitus? I see this is disturbing to you too; your face is all red.”

“Er…yes. They’re quite loud.”

Leonard grunted and said “Fuck!” Amy rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet and gestured toward the front door, as if to highlight the case-in-point.

“You know it’s funny,” said Sheldon. “I mean, the acoustics in this building. For a minute I thought the sounds were coming from right here in our living room; it sounded like two women!”

“Nope, that’s all them,” Amy stammered. “Must’ve been an echo! Loud little buggers, aren’t they?” she squeaked.

Penny’s voice wafted across the hall again, sounding disappointed. “Oh Leonard…really?”

“Sorry,” he said. “It’ just…you got me really excited!” he replied in his whiny voice. Amy could almost see the deflated look that Leonard must be wearing on his face right about now. “Just give me 45 minutes and we can do it again.”

“It used to be 20 minutes,” came the sardonic reply.

“Well, that was 10 years ago…” and then the conversation mysteriously faded out.

Amy started slowly shuffling toward the kitchen, and then she glanced down and panicked: sitting right there in plain sight on the couch was the plastic dildo package, emblazoned with a small photo of a muscled hunk sporting a giant erection, one that looked exactly like the toy she had just shoved under the sofa!

She had to think fast. “Sheldon…what’s that on your neck? Is that a new mole?” She pointed, doing her best to look vaguely alarmed.

His eyes widened and his hand shot to his throat. “I don’t feel anything.”

“Better go check just to be safe.”

Sheldon nodded and hurried to the bathroom. As soon as he was out of the room Amy rushed to the couch and threw the box underneath, making sure it wasn’t visible from the back. Still risky, but it was the best that she could do for now. She went into the kitchen and washed hands that were still fragrant with her own scent.

Sheldon came out as Amy was prepping dinner. “Pshaw. There’s nothing there,” he said. He looked at Amy quizzically and came closer, a grin of triumph on his face. “No wonder you aren’t seeing straight. You’ve got something on your glasses.”

Amy took them off and squinted, then chuckled quietly to herself. There, running down the middle of her right lens, was a few drops of her own pussy juice, no doubt flung up there while she was frantically flicking her own bean in the living room.

***

Penny was sitting on the couch staring at her phone as Leonard busied himself making dinner. She was sure Leonard had no idea that Amy had invaded their privacy, but Penny was entirely unsure that it had been an accident; she was staring at a text message she’d just gotten from Amy.

Sorry for the intrusion. Turnabout’s fair play :0P

Penny ruminated for a moment, remembering the wicked smile on Amy’s face, and her strange seeming-reluctance to leave. That sneaky little bitch! She had to have known we were getting it on when she barged in; it’s not like I’m quiet. She just wanted revenge because I saw her naked this morning.

Still, Penny allowed, the sudden surprise and the unexpected audience had given her an extra charge; that second orgasm immediately after the first one was all Amy’s doing, even if it was Leonard’s mouth on her pussy.

After she was done with that one, Leonard had gotten naked and Penny had sucked his cock for a little bit, but that was a dangerous move; Light-speed Leonard wasn’t his nickname for nothing. So she’d thrown him down on the couch and ridden his face; just as she was cumming again she could swear she heard Amy doing the same thing—loudly--right across the hall; maybe Sheldon wasn’t home yet and she was rubbing one out. Whatever it was, just the thought of Amy had given Penny another jolt; that little minx was inside Penny’s head, and the ultimate outcome was that she was having some pretty intense orgasms.

Still, Penny mused in afterthought, it sort of made sense. She had, after all, gone over to Amy’s that very morning with the intention of having sex with her, only to be stymied by the fact that she’d just missed her by about 90 seconds. It had been surprisingly thrilling be naked there with them gone; she had felt like some kind of pervy intruder, a dirty, home-invading slut flashing people out of her friends’ window and getting herself off in their bed. It had been disappointing to miss Amy, but she supposed it was for the best. Whatever Amy’s reason for barging in on her and Leonard, and Penny’s more intense sexual gratification notwithstanding, that was a weird thing Amy had just done.

I guess I’m not the only perv around here, Penny thought, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about the deep-seated desire that that particular thought roused in her. She chalked it up to nothing more than the unsatisfactory ending to her and Leonard’s encounter. While he had given her three whoppers, Penny realized that those were as much Amy’s doing as his, and Penny had wanted to rub another one out while getting fucked from behind. No dice: Leonard hadn’t been inside her more than 30 seconds before he’d blown his load and it was all over with.

I suppose this means I don’t have to feel too bad about my home-invasion masturbation over at Amy’s. Maybe it’s time for me to stop being so weird about her.

Still, she couldn’t help but be slightly miffed at Amy’s effrontery. She finally replied to Amy’s text:

That’s ok. What goes around comes around.

There. That was noncommittal enough, and yet not unfriendly. Penny sighed as Leonard brought over some food. Yes, it’s probably best Amy and I didn’t fuck again today. But I know one thing: I’m going back over there again next time they’re gone. So turnabout’s fair play, eh Amy? Well, game on then girl. The game…is…on.

She turned her attention toward dinner, but not before she colored slightly and felt her stomach tighten deliciously in anticipation of yet another clandestine visit to Amy’s.

***

The weekend had been one of long, slow frustration for Amy. She couldn’t seem to get Sheldon out of his clothes no matter what she tried, and he had stayed home practically the entire weekend, so Amy had had no time to enjoy her new cornucopia of toys. She’d managed to furtively rub one out in the middle of the night Saturday, and on Sunday she’d been bored and eaten another cannabis gummy, gotten stoned and terribly horny and, while Sheldon was taking a long dump, she’d quickly fucked herself on the couch again with the toy that was still dangerously hidden underneath. But it wasn’t enough; nothing seemed to be enough for her these days.

So when Sheldon had announced Sunday night that he would be going into work early for the next few weeks to work on some fiendishly difficult loop quantum calculations with Dr. Wu, she had been overjoyed. Most days she didn’t have to go to work at a specific time, and Sheldon generally preferred to take the bus, so she would have the mornings to herself and her toy box for a little while.

After she’d gotten up early, made him breakfast and pecked him on the cheek on the way out the door, she was naked again in a flash, and almost locked the door behind him but thought better of it; the idea of Penny coming in unannounced yet again was a source of constant stimulation to her.

That first morning she had taken out her other life-like toy; this one with an even bigger head, one that wasn’t smoothed out by a faux foreskin; she had felt like she was popping her cherry all over again with that one, but now she had the time to go slowly, to savor the buildup, to edge herself and pull back a few times so that by the time she came she was yowling like Penny, orgasming loudly and, she surprised herself, proudly. She wanted people to hear; she didn’t care who, but most especially hoped that Penny would.

Tuesday morning Amy had gotten out the poppers and the middle-sized butt plug again; she’d almost forgotten how insanely horny the drug made her, and she loved that its effect was so short-lasting; it wasn’t like the cannabis or even alcohol, where she had to be loaded for hours on end. It was a quick hit, an intense blast of horniness, and the toy slid into her nether yeya effortlessly; she simultaneously worked her pussy with the biggest dildo like a pro, reveling in the sensation of having two toys inside her at once.

Wednesday morning she did the same thing, but this time actually got out her second lifelike toy and sucked on it, enjoying the fantasy and actually finding the fleshy, soft-yet-firm texture and the realistic phallic shape deep in her mouth to be incredibly intoxicating. As she was cumming hard that third morning, she had thought she caught a shadowy movement out of the corner of her eye; all the lights were dimmed and the shades drawn so she couldn’t be sure, but still she wondered, and smiled to herself, hoping she had a secret admirer in the living room…

***
Penny, on the other hand, was feeling frustrated. After her project rollout she’d been able to go into work whenever she wanted, and so she’d been trying to sleep in after Leonard left in the morning. But for three mornings in a row now Amy had been moaning and cumming for all the world to hear, enjoying herself like nobody’s business. Penny had been planning to go back over there and masturbate again while they were gone, but Amy was leaving so late for work that Penny had already done the same by the time any opportunity for some stealth-diddling had come and gone.

By Wednesday morning she’d had it, and when she heard Amy going to town on herself, Penny decided that she was just going to barge in on her like Amy had done to her and Leonard; Penny would get at least a little bit of satisfaction from that. And, she decided, no clothes. No, Amy’s not gonna get any of this, she thought as she swept her hands over her breasts, down her torso and across her turgid clit. But she’s gonna wish she did.

With a quick peek into the hallway, Penny closed the door behind her and scooted naked over to Amy’s. Good; the door’s unlocked. She rubbed her hands together and flung the door open, expecting to see Amy on the couch in the throes of self-pleasure, but she was disappointed. And why would she be on the couch…she’s probably in the room. I should just go…

Just at that moment a long, loud, slow sigh emanated from the door to Amy’s room, which was open just a crack. Penny felt a new flood of desire hit her, and she closed the door stealthily.

Naked as the day she was born, Penny tiptoed across the dim living room, over to the bedroom door and peeked through the crack. What was Amy doing? As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, Penny could see that Amy was on her back working her pussy with what looked like a sizeable dildo, and she had another one in her left hand that she occasionally took into her mouth like a lover’s cock, muffling her sighs of pleasure. Once she shook a small brown bottle that rattled, unscrewed the lid and inhaled it through one nostril.

What the hell is that; some kind of asthma thing? And what’s that smell? Penny wondered, but when Amy exhaled she groaned audibly, hiked her legs back and even in the darkness Penny could see that she had a toy up her ass too.
Penny’s face screwed up in shock and the tiniest bit of jealousy. I see she took my advice…Amy’s turned into a little freak on me! Amy the freak… Penny shut her eyes for just a moment and bit her bottom lip hard, stroked her breasts briefly and then on a whim she wet a finger in her mouth and stuck it partway up her own puckerhole, which was twitching eagerly.

Whatsa matter girl…see something you want? Penny thought to herself, and then she started rubbing her clit with the other hand. She stood there like that for a moment, getting herself good and worked up as Amy gradually got louder. Penny felt another stab--of what? Envy? Jealous of Amy’s toys? Only because that buttplug is right where I want my tongue to be, Penny thought to herself with a blush at her own brazen vulgarity. Jealous? How silly…and did I really just talk to my asshole a second ago? Penny thought she might be losing her mind from sheer wildfire horniness.

She had been planning on barging in on Amy, but for some reason she lost her nerve at the last moment. Which was fine with her, actually; now another thought was turning her on: a stealth-mode orgasm, unbeknownst to Amy as she was doing herself in the other room. Penny glanced around and noticed a bright pink dildo on the couch.

Looks like Amy’s got quite the collection now. Perfect! She thought to herself. I need a little something more…

She crept over and grabbed it from the couch and then stood by Amy’s door for a moment, legs slightly apart, back arched, hips forward, and slid the toy into herself, groaning ever so slightly as she did so. Deciding it would be impractical (though not impossible) to stand there and masturbate at Amy’s door with a dildo, and not yet entirely sure that she wanted to get found out as a peeping tom, she went to the couch, laid down, and went to work on herself.

Finally, just as Amy came, a thunderous loud groan emanating from the room, Penny herself arrived; she gave an aspirated chuff, and a huge noise that wanted to exit her throat ended in a sudden, muffled hup! as she bit her lip so hard it bled a tiny bit, but somehow she managed to keep relatively silent. She heard Amy stirring around and quickly pulled the pink dildo out of herself, flung it on the couch, and crept out the door, shutting it as softly as she could. Still, she thought it made an awfully loud ‘click’ as she streaked across the hall and back to her own place.

***

Right after Amy finished, and was laying there in the dark enjoying a moment of post-orgasmic bliss (a feeling that she was very sure she could get used to having every morning), she could have sworn she heard the front door shut quietly.

She got up on the balls of her feet and squatted, balancing herself with a hand on the wall while bearing down just enough so that the dildo in front and the plug in her backside exited her body simultaneously and with pleasurable ease, sliding out onto the beach towel she was lying on just to be safe from any unexpected mess. Just a few days in and she was already starting to master the joys of anal pleasure; one thing she knew was that today was the last day of the middle toy. Tomorrow she was moving up to the big boy; even in the immediate aftermath of her pleasure that thought alone sent another thrill coursing through her.

But back to the sound in the living room; she peeked out but saw no one. Walking across the room she saw that the dildo she was sure she had left on the cushion closest to the door was now at the opposite end of the couch.

Strange, she thought to herself idly, picking it up and looking at it. But then she noticed it was faintly warm, and also slick. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it, and the look of surprise on her face quickly changed to desire. She knew that smell; she knew it all too well, and it was intoxicating to her.

Penny was just here. I knew I saw something! And that wasn’t my imagination that I thought I heard a woman out here gasping right when I was cumming! Amy smiled to herself and put the pink toy all the way into her mouth as far as it would go. She closed her lips around it, pulling it out slowly, savoring every drop of Penny’s juices as she pondered what her next move might be in this strange little scenario that was playing out between her and her estranged bestie. In it she saw a glimmer of hope for a rapprochement, although she couldn’t see when or how it might manifest itself. But for now, Penny had one-upped her, and Amy considered how to proceed to the next level.

***

Very unlike him, Sheldon had decided to drive in that morning because it was cold and rainy. So Amy was stuck taking the bus to work. Before she left, she opened up the odd-shaped toy that was called a ‘G-spot vibrator.’ It was a dark purple and shaped almost like a ‘U’, but the open ends were very close together, although it was flexible. She put batteries in and turned it on; the end that was clearly meant to go inside the vagina was spatulate and textured, and the wider spot that was meant to be outside had a cylindrical hole in it with a lip on the rim; when she turned it on the whole thing hummed menacingly, and she stuck her pinky to the hole and was surprised to find that it sucked the tip of her finger in, holding it there with a gentle suction. She pondered the implications of this, but stuck it in her purse, not really sure what she intended just yet.

There weren’t many people on the bus. On the way in to work, as the scenery of Pasadena passed by outside the window, she thought about her recent bout of hypersexuality. Actually, she came to the conclusion that there was nothing recent about it: ever since before she’d hit puberty she’d been fascinated by her sex organs, and had learned early how to manipulate her body for pleasure.

She had broken her hymen with the wide end of a carrot when she was 11 and learning how to masturbate; she was at first terrified that she had done great injury to herself, and she almost told her mother about it, but the terrifying consequences of that admission had daunted her, and soon the bleeding stopped and she realized she was OK.

The carrot had been much more pleasurable after that, but she’d soon figured out that, fun as it might be, it was going to take more than just sticking something into the hole between her legs to ease the tension and physical frustration she was feeling. Though she’d found that sensation fascinating, she had an increasing sense of urgency to do something; she just wasn’t sure what it was. She’d begun rubbing the incredibly sensitive buds of her tiny breasts, but that, while also fascinating, had only made the urgency worse; had made her stomach tighter, her privates warmer and more engorged.

She finally figured it out, quite by accident, while she was home alone after school: her months of frustrated fiddling and thrusting and rubbing finally came to fruition. Amy had taken off all her clothes and walked through the house, thrilling at the forbidden sensation of nakedness. She had sat on the couch, watching her afternoon cartoons in an incredible state of excitement when a soft drink commercial came on, with a pretty girl dancing and laughing with her friends, having a great time it seemed. The girl looked a few years older than Amy and had long blonde hair, and she was so pretty and shapely and happy. Amy slipped her hand between her thighs and began her ritual of frustrated exploration yet again.

She knew that the part of her body she was playing with was called a clitoris (she could read, after all), and had something to do with reproduction, but was still vague as to its exact function. Rubbing it side to side Amy had suddenly felt…different. She wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but that urge, that compelling sensation, was stronger now than ever. After just a few more seconds of massage, suddenly she realized: this was it. Here it was, that thing she’d been trying to figure out for almost a year without even knowing what it was. Another minute or so and she had squealed out loud and came: her body began twitching and she erupted in a sensation like an internal explosion, a wave of warmth and wonder and pleasure exploding from between her legs to encompass her entire being. What a relief that had been! She had gasped and moaned and thrust her pelvis against her fingers in perfect timing, feeling a smile of sheer wonder and excitement spread on her face as she lay back, quivering in her nudity despite the heat of the warm afternoon. She had, she knew, just discovered something magical.

That summer between 6^th and 7^th grade she looked back on now with halcyon fondness; she learned the word masturbation from the church books her mother had given her on the evils of premarital sex, whether that sex was with yourself or someone else, and soon Amy figured out that that’s what she had been doing, and it was a sin. Not that she cared; early on in her life she had decided that the whole god hypothesis was more than a little ridiculous and far-fetched, and it had no impact whatsoever on the joy she was finding with herself that summer.

She masturbated as often as she could; it had been such a mind-blowing revelation to discover this, such an incredible and powerful stress relief. The teasing and bullying at school, the fearsome discipline and sense of dread at home, the hellfire and damnation at church—all of it faded into background noise as the school year waned and summer began.

Even then, at that young age, she had somehow intuited that taking control of her own pleasure in this way, that keeping this immense and beautiful thing a secret was somehow a finger in the eye to the stifling, miserable home life her domineering mother foisted on her. It was her secret, Amy’s own, and she did it every day that summer. Usually several times a day, in fact, often using a carrot or a candle, sometimes not, but always finding great joy in her clandestine explorations.

She did it in the bathroom, in her bedroom, in the living room when her parents were gone--even outside sometimes. When she couldn’t get away for some alone time, she found herself mouthing off purposely in order to get in trouble. The sharp sting of a slap across her face was small payment indeed for the potential of being sent to the shame closet for a half hour to think about how a good Christian girl should speak to her mother…oh, if only her mother knew what Amy was doing in there, skirt hiked and panties pulled off in the darkness… (She discovered later in life (much to her chagrin) that being slapped in the face turned her on, but she never had to wonder why…) Once she even masturbated on the couch after dinner while her parents were quietly chatting at the dinner table just a few feet away in the dining room—simply because she could.

Once upon a warm weekend day she had felt the urge, but was uncomfortable doing it when her mother was there; sometimes she barged in on Amy when she was in her bedroom, or even the bathroom, almost as if she expected to catch her daughter doing something amiss.

She had asked her mother if she could go for a walk, go read her book under a tree, which her mother knew she often did. Feeling the incredible urge come on her (she hadn’t yet known it was called being horny), Amy had taken off her panties and left them in her room, so she was wearing nothing under her skirt. For some reason this seemed to heighten her need so much that she could hardly stand it: her stomach was unbelievably tight, her heart had been pounding, her breast buds were painful and swollen, and her face was flushed when she asked to leave. For a horrifying second she was sure her mother could read her mind and knew exactly what Amy was about, but then permission had been given.

They lived in the country just outside a tiny non-descript California town, and she had scooted off through the brown fields on the side of the dusty dirt road they lived on, and found her favorite tree. She had gone here many times, reveling in the adventures of Pippi Longstocking, Anne of Green Gables, Laura Ingalls Wilder and even the forbidden Margaret Simon, whom Amy secretly envied because Margaret’s parents weren’t religious.

It wasn’t books that brought her here today though. The tree was a long walk off the road, hidden in a shallow swale and surrounded by high grass. The hot summer sun was beating down on her with a benevolent smile, and she had taken off all her clothes. There, in the dappled light under the fragrant, gnarled juniper she lay down on the warm, soft, faintly scratchy yellow grass and made love to herself. Finding no need for discretion or quietude, she cried out in a girlish voice as she came. The moments after were as wonderful as the pleasure; as she lay there slowly running her hands over her body, each skin cell alight and responsive to the touch of her own lover’s fingers, a flight of tiny white butterflies flitted over her head, and a song sparrow in the tree above serenaded her as she gave into the sudden drowsiness that overtook her, and she fell to gentle sleep. Even now, and after all her other amorous adventures, it remained in her memory the single most care-free, pleasurable moment of her life…

When she came back from her reminiscences, her eyes popped open and she was afraid she had missed her stop, but it still lay ahead of her. Sitting all by herself, alone at the back of the bus, she found herself aroused again at the fond memories of first discovering how to pleasure herself; after a furtive glance around she sat back, scooted her pelvis forward and unbuttoned the fly on her long denim skirt. Scarcely able to believe she was about to do it, she stuck her hand into her panties and found her pleasure button, warm and throbbing.

She didn’t have much time, and couldn’t maneuver very well, but she was so excited now in this state of seemingly perpetual arousal that it didn’t take much. The hum and throb of the bus motor amplified up through the wheel well on top of which her seat was positioned, and that vibration coupled with her frantic fingering soon led her to twitch, thrust and stifle a gasp, one that quickly turned into a loud sneeze which prolonged the end of her orgasm and made her grunt loudly.

She startled herself with the sneeze and looked around…and saw a young man sitting straight across from her. He was staring at her, but suddenly looked away, red-faced as Amy pulled her hands out of her skirt. How did I miss him sitting right there? she asked herself, as she hurriedly snapped her skirt back up.

Maybe you did notice him, came another voice, maybe you wanted him to see… Amy looked at him again and he was now looking back at her, but smiling mischievously.

Please, god, don’t let him say anything to me…

“That looked like fun,” he said quietly, but somehow Amy sensed he wasn’t being creepy, just…not ignoring the odd thing he had just witnessed.

Amy thought she was going to die. “Sorry, I just, uh, had to adjust my underwear, and uh, well…” she stopped trying, knowing just how lame it sounded. Her face was as red as his as she lamely whispered “Sorry; didn’t know you were there.” Mercifully, the bus screeched to a halt, and it was her stop. She got off without another word, and then put her hand on her knees, doubled over and laughed out loud as the bus pulled away.

On the long walk to her office, she started thinking back to what was going on with her and Penny, and suddenly she knew what she was going to do next, and knowing Penny, she was pretty sure it would work. After all, Penny had one-upped her, sneaking in and fucking herself with Amy’s toy while Amy had been doing the same in the other room; couldn’t Penny have just come in and joined her? Why didn’t she? Plus, Amy was pretty sure that wasn’t the first time Penny had done that; her box with Gerard had been completely out of place when she’d gotten back from the porn store last Saturday, and after this morning, Amy suddenly knew why, and found herself wondering just how long Penny had been sneaking into her room and getting herself off.

No, Penny definitely had a leg up on her, and had won that last round. Amy was pretty sure the smile on her face was evil as she contemplated her next move.

***

Penny went into work late, but she wasn’t getting much done. Her phone buzzed, rattling her desktop: it was a text from Amy.

Did you enjoy Mr. Pink? Hope you had fun introducing him to YOUR pink.

Penny flushed. Goddammit! Amy one-upped me again! Charges in on me and Leonard having sex, and then she stays there in her room getting off while she knows I’m doing the same thing not twenty feet away! Why didn’t she just come out and join me already? She’s teasing me now. Well, I know what I’m going to do.

She grabbed her purse, told her office assistant that she would be out for the rest of the day, and hot-footed it back home. Her plan for getting one over on Amy was simple: since Amy now knew that Penny knew about Amy’s toy collection, and they had both had barged in on one another naked, the next part was simple. Penny was willing to bet dollars to donuts that Sheldon and Amy would be coming home from work together this evening. What would Sheldon think when he went into their bedroom and found all of Amy’s sex toys lying strewn around on the bed? Penny laughed to herself at the delicious simplicity of her plan: it was the perfect escalation. But not before I rub one or two out in their bed today…

She noticed her face and chest were rouged when she got home; she’d really gotten worked up thinking about her plan on the way over. Her thighs had been sticky by the time she got home and stripped down to nothing: going over there across the hall naked had become a weird part of her ritual; for some reason it gave her a deep-seated and inexplicable thrill. Maybe it was nothing more than the danger at being caught, although she didn’t hang out in the hall long enough for that.

It’s more the symbolism, I suppose. Hanging out with eggheads all these years really has deepened my thinking. As she got ready to leave, she glanced over to the corner of the room and noticed her pink Keds with the white laces, and she paused. Something in the back of her mind was itching; It’s probably all that talk of PINK that Amy was just texting me about, but for some reason she went over and grabbed them, sat on the couch and hurriedly laced them up. She stood up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, wearing nothing but the shoes, and decided she was even more turned on than when she’d been totally naked. She didn’t know why, but there was just something about it. You’re one fine bitch, she thought, and actually turned her hand into a finger-gun, pointed at the mirror and made a cocking sound with her mouth, winking at herself before she turned away. Feeling my oats, she thought to herself.

She found a sudden moment of inspiration and grabbed her cell phone: she was going to take pix of herself naked at Amy’s. Whether she would share them with her bestie or not was a whole different question; she supposed it would be a good way to torment Amy by showing her exactly what she was missing.

Penny was now so fired up and ready to get off that she slammed her own door and hurried across the hall, only to find it locked. Of course it’s locked…they’re both gone. Well, no big deal, just go back to my apartment, grab the spare key to Amy’s and… Penny tried to open the door to her own apartment, and it wouldn’t budge.

She rattled it harder and panic began to build in her. Nope, the knob was definitely locked when she left. Holy shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. She went back to Amy’s door and rattled it even harder. No dice. She was butt-naked, stranded in the hallway of her building. What’s more, she heard a voice now a couple floors down, the unmistakable sound of a male voice talking on a cell phone. And all the downstairs neighbors were women: unless it was someone going to a lower floor apartment, she was about to be caught by a strange man.

She crept to the stairwell and listened, hearing the steps round the corner coming up from the third floor. Fight or flight mode kicked in and Penny fled, naked ass jiggling, tits bouncing painfully as she charged up the stairwell, praying that the door to the roof was unlocked and she wouldn’t meet anyone coming down.

After four flights in a blind panic, she breathed a sigh of relief when the rooftop door didn’t block her escape. But as soon as she charged out into the blinding noonday sun, she realized her predicament wasn’t much better: there was a clear view onto the rooftop from any number of taller buildings nearby. She was panting from exertion; without thinking she leaned on the nearby railing to catch her breath, eyes shut in exhaustion. She opened them and realized that she was exposed to the street, tits hanging. Fortunately no one was there…wait.

Goddammit! She jerked back. It was that same fucking kid she had flashed the other day! That time had been on purpose, giving her a little exhibitionist’s thrill, but there was no way she wanted some horny punk in the neighborhood thinking that she galavanted around the building butt-naked all the time.

Well you kind of have been, haven’t you? she thought to herself ruefully. She was glad the door to the street locked, and that the kid wasn’t a resident, or the randy brat might have come up to investigate.

First things first, she thought. Hide as much as possible. There was a spot of deep shade in front of the door that gave access to the stairwell. She could just hide inside until…

Goddammit! She’d let the door slam shut, and it was locked from the outside. “Shit!” she yelled, pounding on the door in frustration and not caring if anyone heard. So she squatted down, in as much shelter as she could find (which wasn’t much,) and pondered how to get out of this predicament as quickly as possible.

Which meant: whom to call? Sheldon? Last person in the world. Amy? Forget about it; Penny would never live it down. She thought of how she might explain it to Leonard, but certainly couldn’t tell him the truth, and if there was a believable lie to explain this, it wasn’t coming to her mind at the moment. Howard was out of the question; she decided that she would actually call Sheldon first. She briefly considered calling Bernadette or Raj, but had no way to explain why she was naked on the roof. Was there anyone else?

No, the only person she had to call, as much as she hated to admit it, was Amy. There was no way to explain to anyone else why or how she had been caught naked in the hall; even a bald-faced lie wouldn’t have been believable. And there was no time to waste. Rolling her eyes in frustration, she held her phone up to her face and said “Call Amy,” and waited.

***

Amy, however, was having quite the predicament of her own at the time. After getting caught in her own little moment of naughty time on the bus, rather than sate her it had actually fired her up even more. It was like there was something in the air; sex, sex, sex was all Amy had on the brain these days. While she always wanted Sheldon or Penny though, she was having a fine time on her own lately, and felt, in some strange way, that she now had the upper hand over Penny.

When she got to the lab she carried on for a bit with some busy work, some paperwork, but after an hour or so she got distracted thinking about the toy she had brought with her. She thought about going to the bathroom and trying it out, but the thought of the noise that was involved, and the terror of dropping it in the toilet kept her from doing it.

No, she thought, this is my lab, it’s my private space, and I can do whatever I want here. She suddenly realized that never once in the several years she’d been working here, had she ever masturbated at work. Let alone been laid; she thought jealously of all the times Penny and Leonard had fucked here in Leonard’s lab. In fact, Amy had never cum at work in her whole life. While she’d been quite the auto-erotonaut as a young girl, somewhere along the way she’d gotten reserved and shy, and it now felt like all the wasted years were flooding back to her, demanding that no more time be wasted.

Fuck yeah. This is happening. She went to her desk in the corner and slipped her panties off; they were fairly wet anyway and she thrilled at the thought of going commando for the rest of the day. She hiked her skirt up around her waist and pulled the toy out of her purse.

She was unsure about the whole g-spot thing; she was under the impression that maybe some women had them and others didn’t. All the nerve endings in that part of the body were on the same pathway as those in her clit, so she supposed it was at least plausible that there was something to it; she’d also heard it was related to squirting orgasms.

The toy was so oddly shaped; she could figure out how it went in, but was curious as to the sensations it might engender. Lubrication was no problem, so in it went. It fit snugly, and sat at such an angle that she could sit there for all intents and purposes straight-backed and it was still comfortable. It was cool as it slid inside her, but soon it warmed, and after she scooted around for a moment to get comfortable, she found the switch (it was somewhat tricky to get at) and turned it on.

Immediately she knew she was going to like this. The thrumming on the tissue of her anterior vaginal wall she seemed to feel deep inside her abdomen, but of more immediate interest was the little cup that pulled her clit in with a tiny slurp! and put just enough suction so that it was intense, furiously titillating and almost (but not quite) on the verge of being too much.

She closed her eyes and her spine slouched as she sighed long and intensely, but inaudibly. Oh, I could get used to this, she thought, and was fascinated at the sensation of having both hands free while the determined little sex engine figured out just how it could. She gripped the arms of her chair with both hands; she had been having so many orgasms lately that this one took a little time to arrive, but she didn’t mind; the quiet humming of the vibrator provided a lulling white noise for the background of her fantasy, one in which Penny lay bound underneath her on a bed, eyes watering, cheeks tear-stained with black mascara and…

“Hey Amy, take a look at this new geode I found!” Bert burst into her lab with boyish excitement, holding a polished mineral whose beauty Amy was (clearly) too distracted to enjoy at the moment.

“Oh my god Bert, what are you doing in here?” Amy asked in alarm. Holy crap; I forgot to lock the door! She was on the verge of cumming now. She reached down with one hand to turn off the vibrator but she couldn’t get the damned switch to activate! Her phone began to buzz on the desk; it was Penny calling, but she obviously couldn’t take it now.

“Sorry, Amy, I just…hey are you OK? You’re making a really funny face,” Bert went on in his typical monotone. “It almost looks like you’re…”

“Bert!” she exclaimed, unable to stop the feeling that was threatening to sweep over her, yet unwilling to stick both hands down into her crotch in front of Bert to silence the toy, which suddenly seemed incredibly loud. Oh shit, I’m getting close she thought, and despite herself her eyes started to close, and the beginnings of a completely inappropriate smile touched her lips. Of their own volition, her hips started to pulse ever so slightly; she was glad that her lab coat hid what otherwise would have been her naked white outer thighs blaring in Bert’s face.

“Say, what’s that sound?” asked Bert, oblivious.

“My phone!” Amy squeaked in desperation, almost yelling.

“No, it’s more consistent, it’s more of a vibrating…”

“I think…” Amy panted, cutting him off “it’s machinery from…” she was trying to hold it back but she was sweating profusely now… “the lab next door…” she practically whispered.

“That’s weird,” said Bert. “I saw Dr. Nakamura leave his lab on my way here. I’d better go see if he left something on by accident.”

“Yes, you’d better…”

As the little automaton between her legs mindlessly sucked her engorged clit, nibbling away at it relentlessly like some tiny, soft-lipped fish, Amy lost the battle and her loins exploded in a cannonade of delicious fireworks. She howled and slapped the desk and started laughing, weird nervous giggles like she used to get at the most inappropriate times, like in church or when she was in trouble. Trying to hold it back seemed if anything to intensify the feeling, and Bert gave her a sideways glance on his way out the door as she started to laugh hysterically, her body shaking with uncontrollable laughter and orgasmic spasms at the same time.

When the door finally shut she gasped aloud, and rather than try to fight it any more she slouched back in her chair, spread her legs wide and slapped her feet on the floor as fluid began shooting out of her cunt, distorted by the toy inside her into a spray like a hose nozzle: one spurt after another, fountains of it ricocheted off the underside of her desk as she wailed, unable to control herself.

She enjoyed it for as long as she dared, which was only until she regained some control over her body and her mind seemed to come back into her head. She had pissed before when fooling around with Penny but this was something different, something she had never felt before. She was simultaneously totally embarrassed and completely in love with herself, marveling at the thunderous contractions that had shaken her entire body with each gush that erupted from inside her.

She finally yanked the damned toy out of her when she could no longer handle the intense sensations, and she let it buzz on the floor while she rushed to the door and locked it before any more unexpected visitors could arrive--perhaps coming to see what all the noise was about? She finally managed to turn off the toy, and then sat there with her head laying on the desk, recuperating for a minute while the warm pools of fluid cooled around her on the floor.

That, she thought to herself simply, was something else. A part of her was guilty and embarrassed that she had been caught masturbating three times today by different people, but the feeling was subsumed at the wonder and awe she was feeling. It did indeed remind her of that far earlier time in her life when she’d first figured out what kind of sensations her body was capable of producing, but now she was discovering whole new levels that she had never imagined existed.

Amy set about cleaning up after the gusher that had erupted from between her legs. Fortunately there was plenty of cleaning equipment, and the vague crotch miasma that hung in the air was easily dispelled with some Febreeze. After she was done mopping up, thinking about what she might have to accomplish at the lab for the rest of the day, she remembered that Penny had called while she was in the midst of her predicament earlier.

She checked, and Penny had left a voicemail: “Amy, I’m in an emergency situation. Call me right back, please.” It had been more of a demand than a question. Concerned for her bestie, Amy called her back.

“Amy, hi. I need you to come back home quick. I’m trapped on the roof of the building; I locked myself out of the apartment.”

Annoyed that Penny had considered this an emergency, Amy shrugged. “Why don’t you just call Leonard, or have the building supe let you in? I’m busy at work.”

“Amy, you don’t understand…I can’t call Leonard. I need you; you’re the only one who can help me right now.”

“Penny, I don’t know what’s going on with you and Leonard, but I really…”

“Goddammit Amy I’m bare-ass naked! I can’t try to explain that to my husband! Now please come and help me!”

Amy smiled, and she couldn’t help the mocking tone that crept into her voice. “You’re naked? Now why would that be? I mean, what possible reason could you have for locking yourself out of your apartment with no clothes on?”

“Amy goddammit don’t be coy. Just please come here quick and…”

“No no no no, I don’t think I can really do that. I mean, not until I fully understand the situation, and why you happen to have no clothes on in the public area of our building.” Amy was feeling wicked indeed at the moment, and somehow titillated at Penny’s conundrum.

“Amy don’t be a bitch. Don’t make me say it. I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, Penny, it sounds to me like you have all the time in the world right now, and you’re the one who needs my time.”

“Don’t make me say it,” said Penny, sounding less resolute. But Amy was having none of it.

“Say it,” she commanded, in a deep and suddenly serious voice.

There was a long pause, and Amy could tell by the tone of her voice that Penny had capitulated. “I was going over to your place.”

“And why were you going over there?”

Dead silence. Then: “I wanted to rub one out. I wanted to cum, using one of your toys.”

“Aha!” Amy blurted out. “I knew it!”

“Are you going to come get me or just sit there and gloat?” Penny asked.

Amy sighed as if making up her mind. “One thing you have to do for me. Take a picture of yourself. Right now, as you are, and send it to me.”

“Send it to you? What…why?”

Amy sighed again, this time as if she were exasperated. “If I were the one trapped naked on a roof, I’d spend a lot less time asking pointless questions, and spend more time doing whatever it took to…” Before Amy could even finish her sentence her phone buzzed, and she had a text from Penny. It was a picture: a selfie of Penny. It was a waist-up shot of her standing there with the sunny San Gabriel mountains in the background, one hand on her hip which was just out of view, breasts proud and slightly pushed out, a defiant glare on her face.

“One more. I want a beaver shot,” said Amy, back to her command voice.

“Goddamn you Amy.” Penny’s voice was quieter.

Amy gentled her tone ever so slightly, putting a bit of coaxing in it. “Come on. One more. After all you were trying to go to my apartment and fuck yourself with my toys. Come on. Let me see that pussy, and then I’m on my way.”

There was silence for a moment, and then another buzz. This shot really turned Amy on: it was a waist-down shot, looking down over Penny’s perfectly smooth abs, which were frosted with the most whisper-fine golden down, straight onto that enormous, bright pink show-off of a clit that was standing out from between swollen lips, and then all the way down her impossibly long legs to the pink shoes that were clearly the only thing she was wearing.

Amy couldn’t help herself. She steeled her voice. “One more.”

She waited for a minute, and almost thought she had gone too far when her phone buzzed again. Penny had set her phone down on the ground, squatted over it and took a shot of her gorgeous clam peeking out from between muscular thighs, sunlight glinting off a golden drop of dew that hung suspended from her twat, and limning with white light a few gossamer strands of peach fuzz that lined her otherwise perfectly smooth labia, and finally revealing only barest intimation of the brown eye perched at the end of the long road to glory that was her taint. It was breathtakingly beautiful, almost poetic, and Amy closed her eyes for the briefest moment, holding the phone to her chest as she waited for her quickening pulse to slow down.

“I’m on my way,” said Amy. And then, because she couldn’t resist: “Don’t go anywhere.” She hung up and headed out.

***

Penny grumbled to herself more than a half hour after she had talked to Amy. What the hell is taking her so long? I can’t believe she blackmailed me for some pussy pix. Or is it extortion? she thought idly. She knew she'd mixed them up before. What a fucking cunt she’s turned into! Still, there was a tiny part of her that had thrilled at the requests—no, the commands—that Amy had given her; thrilled at being held hostage by remote, naked and vulnerable on an exposed rooftop. Still, that was a pretty amazing beaver shot she had sent Amy; in fact, maybe randomly the best she had ever taken, and there had been many over the years.

Though the southern California sun was warm and generous this early afternoon, she found that her nipples were hard as diamonds. And despite (or maybe because of) the precarious situation she was in, she was still charged up, and, grateful for the shoes that kept her feet from burning on the hot rooftop, she squatted in that warm sun and sought out the orgasm she had been after ever since Amy had goaded her with that stupid text about Mr. Pink. Might as well, she thought. Nothing better to do while I’m up here…

She squatted and leaned against the hot wall, spreading her legs as she just perched there for a moment, enjoying the marvelous sensation of the blazing hot sun glared down on her clit, labia and nipples. She closed her eyes against the brightness and enjoyed the mounting heat that built on the inside as the sun heated her up outside, quickly becoming almost painful on her most sensitive parts. Don't want to get a sunburn there, she thought, and she got moist again as her clit started to throb in the glorious heat. She sighed as she started to rub one out; this wasn't going to take long.
Just as she was on the cusp of inevitability, really rubbing her clit hard now, she heard a scratching sound like shoes on the roof and looked up to see Amy standing there. Penny squealed and moved as if to jump up, but her thighs had cramped, and by the time she was able to stand Amy was in front of her.

Amy’s eyes were wide as she pushed Penny against the wall, slamming her back against it with an alarming crash. Amy grabbed Penny’s neck and pulled her head down, forcing a kiss on her, her fierce, stiff tongue pushing past Penny’s surprised lips. Penny shoved her off and gasped in shock, moving as if to push past her, but then Amy was behind her. Amy herself crashed against the wall and pulled Penny back by the waist so that she was pressed against her. She reached around and mercilessly pinched both of Penny’s nipples, kneading her breasts as roughly and ungenerously as if they were wads of dough. It hurt so bad Penny’s eyes watered, and yet it also felt so good…

“Goddammit Amy, fucking stop it. You’re being so…” Penny was terribly strong and pushed off the wall, hands braced behind her on either side of Amy, hauling the both of them forward, but Amy planted her feet hard and used all her weight, pulling the much taller woman clean off her feet and back up against her so that Penny was crushing her against the wall. Penny jerked her head backward and slammed Amy in the face, dazing her for a moment, but still she refused to let go. Reaching down, Amy found Penny’s blood-filled clit, that obscene, tumescent little lima bean that had nowhere to hide, and she grabbed it, jacking it between her fingers and thumb.

Penny groaned like some strange animal and kept struggling, but she was starting to lose heart. As a final resistance she elbowed Amy hard in the side; Amy whoofed! in shock but still clung to Penny, one hand holding her left tit in a death grip, the other rubbing her clit in a fierce spiral.

Penny was still struggling to break Amy’s grip when, with a sharp intake of breath, she came in spite of herself. In order to keep from falling over she planted her feet wide apart and let Amy finish her off, tilting her head back and crying out over the sounds of the busy street below. Amy let go of Penny’s breast and shoved the thumb of her left hand deep into Penny’s twat, still working her clit with the other hand. Penny howled and came again as the blinding shock of pain from Amy’s sudden release of her nipple washed through her. Her sopping hole greedily clenched and released Amy’s thumb as her vision went dim and her knees finally buckled, and it was only Amy’s tremendous strength that held both of them up, Amy that bore all their weight and yet still fucked Penny, her right hand turning into a pleasure platform that knew all the right moves, the exact pressure, the perfect timing, almost better than Penny would have been capable of herself.

When she sensed Penny was finished, Amy didn’t loose her grip at all, but instead slowly guided them both down to the ground. Penny felt the blazing hot, scratchy roof tiles press into her ass and released herself completely to Amy, whose legs were on either side of her.

Amy nibbled at the back of Penny’s neck, then began gently sucking and suddenly bit it hard. She shoved the thumb that had just been inside Penny’s pussy into her lover’s mouth and Penny suckled it like a baby, and with Amy biting her neck and using all fingers of one hand to put an incredible amount of pressure on Penny’s whole pussy, she came again as Amy’s hand barely moved, surprising them both. Penny again cried out as her pelvis twitched and her buttocks undulated on the torturous surface. The heat, the pain, the pleasure, the fiercely confusing love she felt for Amy all combined to give her the strangest, most emotionally draining orgasm she had ever had, and her whole body surrendered: she was as limp as a rag doll, and had Amy not been there to prop her up she would have fallen senseless to the hot roof.

They sat there for a moment, Amy’s hands clasped tightly around Penny’s waist. She kissed Penny’s back tenderly and laid her cheek on its perfect smoothness, feeling an unsolicited tear wet her cheek.

Penny too was in tears; whether it was joy, sadness, pleasure, anger, some strange and indescribable combination of them, or something else entirely she didn’t know, but she had stopped caring. They were lost there in that moment, they two. Though on a rooftop for all the world to see it didn’t matter, and didn’t register, not for a long moment that felt to both of them like it stretched to the end of the world.
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The Awakening of Amy Farrah Fowler