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“I’ll try that, thank you,” Ryan said.

Ryan refused to not help with the dishes, and Mama wouldn’t stop talking her ear off, but eventually Mom dragged her off.

“Have a good night,” Mom said. “Forget we’re even here.”

“I plan to,” I called as they walked up the stairs.

“Finally,” I said, sitting next to Ryan on the couch in the living room. “Alone at last.”

Ryan put her arm around me, and I leaned into her side.

“Your parents are so kind,” she said.

“I know. They are. It’s a lot to live up to,” I said.

“I’m going to try that visualization thing,” she said.

“It sounds corny, but sometimes that corny stuff works,” I said. “I should probably do it at some point. I’m fine now at the pottery studio, but at some point, I’m going to need to find something that pays better.”

“You will,” Ryan said, her fingers stroking my arm up and down in soothing patterns.

“So will you. You’re going to figure it out, Ryan,” I said.

She put her finger under my chin and turned my head up so she could kiss me.

“We both will.”

“We have to be quiet,” I said when we were in my bedroom later. “I’m serious, I cannot let my parents know that I’m having sex.” It made me feel like I was going to die from embarrassment.

“Cupcake, I think your parents know that we’re having sex,” Ryan said, pulling her shirt over her head. “Are you going to let that stop you?”

She removed her bra and stood there, waiting for my answer. I sat on my bed and admired her glorious body.

“Hell no,” I said. “Get over here.”

Ryan grinned and leaned down to kiss me. “Good girl.”

Very soon I wasn’t thinking about my parents hearing us. Ryan stripped my clothes from me, touching me all over as if she couldn’t get enough of my skin.

“Your body is fucking perfect,” she said. It wasn’t nearly as perfect as hers, but I didn’t say that. Instead I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out one of my favorite vibrators.

“We’ve tried yours, you wanna try mine?” I asked.

Ryan’s eyes lit up.

“Absolutely. Hand it over.” I relinquished control of the vibrator to Ryan, who took it in her hand and tested the settings. There were little metal beads in the shaft that spun and felt amazing when it was inside me.

“This is going to be fun,” she said, dragging the vibrator down my body.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I said, arching into the touch of the vibrator.

“It’s going to feel even better very soon,” Ryan said. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Everly.”

Ryan kissed me as she moved the vibrator lower and lower.

“Ryan, please,” I gasped as she teased my center with the vibrator. Her answer was flipping the vibrator to the next highest setting.

“See? It’s not as good as your shower,” I said as we bumped into each other for the third time. My shower wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t as roomy as hers. It didn’t have a bench either, which was something I’d come to sincerely appreciate.