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Copyright © 2012 by KT Grant

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Other Stories in the Edge Series

Going Down by Brenna Zinn

Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle

Runaway Virgin by L.C. Dean

Unwanted Mate by Rebecca Royce

Smut Therapy by Stephanie Beck

Zombie Lovin’ by Olivia Starke

Lipstick & Jazz by Leanore Elliott

Carnal Attraction by D.L. Jackson

Also by KT Grant

A Bid For Love

For the Love of Mollie

The Claiming of Suzy

Sweet and Sinful

Xavier’s Loving Arms

The Christmas Fantasy

Coming Soon

Alana’s Surrender

Good Vibrations

Good Vibrations Series Book 1

The Edge

by

KT Grant

~DEDICATION~

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

Good Vibrations

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe I can make it to my bedroom before—

Krysta came out of the kitchen holding a mug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

“You look like you could use this.”

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

“This is good shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell is going on here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah so?” she spat, curling her fingers into the front of Krysta’s T-shirt. “I went ahead and fucked myself with my own dildo because all I wanted to do was storm into your bedroom and make you scream out my name as you came.”

“I think we should forget this conversation ever happened and just go to bed—”

“Fuck this. I’m done arguing with you.” She twisted her hands into Krysta’s hair, taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

Strong hands wrapped around her shoulders, but didn’t push her away. She increased the pressure and thrust her tongue in Krysta’s mouth, sucking down hard on her bottom lip. Their tongues tangled over one another in greedy hunger.

She cupped Krysta’s breasts and broke away. “After tonight you won’t need an inanimate object or another woman to make you come. I’m taking what belongs to me.”

She swooped back down for more lip action, attempting to tug Krysta over to the couch, but she moved in the opposite direction, toward their bedrooms.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, Jerri moved toward the bed, but spun around instead, pushing her roommate up against the wall, pulling her tank top over her head and unsnapping her bra. As soon as her breasts were free, she sucked on one, flicking her tongue over a distended nipple.

Krysta wrapped her fingers in Jerri’s hair, whimpering her name. “I need this so badly. It’s been too long.”

“For me too,” she said, and kneeling, she tugged Krysta’s jeans down then thrust aside her thong to stick her tongue deep into her sopping cunt.

“Yes, right there!” Krysta shouted and humped her mouth as Jerri dug her nails into her tight ass. She licked her clit and pussy lips, running her tongue along each fold. The pungent scent of arousal made her pussy clench in need. When Krysta’s pussy swelled around her tongue, she backed off and rose to her feet.

She bent in for an impatient kiss then drew her away from the wall. She pushed her face first on the bed, ignoring Krysta’s cries of shock as she spread her ass cheeks and slid not only her finger in between but her tongue.

She rimmed the puckered hole and scratched her nails over her ass, pumping her tongue along the crease and circling her finger around her furred opening. Soon enough, Krysta’s butt swallowed her finger knuckle deep. Squirming under her hold, Krysta cursed and bucked up. Jerri laughed and reached around to flick her clit.

Back and forth, she flicked and pumped Krysta’s cunt and ass until her entire body stiffened. She wailed and came all over Jerri’s hand. Her inner muscles tightened in a hard clasp.

As soon as she went limp, Jerri stood and took off her T-shirt, wiping her hands on the fabric. Krysta moaned and turned on her back. Giving her a leer, she stood up.

“Now I get my pay back. Lie down on the bed,” she ordered and cupped Jerri behind the head, lowering her face for a kiss.

Jerri covered Krysta’s mouth. “You forget where my tongue’s been. Give me a second to rinse out my mouth and then I’m all yours.”

“Stay where you are,” Krysta ordered and went over to her closet. Bending down, she rooted through a bag where she pulled out a travel size bottle of mouth wash.

She came back over to the bed and offered Jerri the bottle. Twisting off the top, Jerri gargled the mint flavored wash and then spit it back inside the plastic container. Locating the garbage can, she made a perfect shot inside the tin.

“Now I’m minty fresh and ready for you to get me off,” she demanded, tweaking one of Krysta’s nipples.

“I’m going to use my tongue, fingers, and my favorite toy on you. Now strip and lie down with your legs open.”

She threw off her clothes and lay on the bed. Bending her knees, she pressed her feet flat on the mattress and closed her eyes.

She was so fucking aroused and dripping wet. She licked her lips, enjoying the dark, tangy taste on them.

The bed dipped. She opened her eyes and their mouths met. Krysta turned on her dildo and circled it across Jerri’s stomach but didn’t slide it down any further.

“Stop teasing and fuck me,” she growled, biting down on Krysta’s bottom lip.

She laughed, moving down to lick Jerri’s breast. She rested her hand on Krysta’s head as she sucked and lapped over her skin. The dildo dipped between her legs. The moment the vibrating rubber met her cunt, she arched and opened wider.

Krysta nibbled and kissed her nipples while she circled the toy across Jerri’s pussy, until Jerri got sick of waiting and grabbed the instrument and rammed it deep inside her. She cried out, digging her fingers into Krysta’s shoulder while rocking against the gadget that caused her to shake.

The mechanical purr and loud sucking made her shudder. Small climaxes came upon her, and she clenched down on the tool, trying to reach for the big explosion to follow.

Krysta stopped tasting her chest and moved down until her face hovered over her navel. She pressed a kiss on her stomach and her head dipped down. Her breath brushed across Jerri’s mound, fanning the curls there.

She bowed back when a wet tongue slapped over her clit, curling up to hit her in the right spot. Her fantasy had come true! Not only did Krysta use her dildo on her but she ate her out at the same time! Her tongue moved around the dildo and swiped over Jerri’s inner lips, sucking and tugging on one fleshy fold then the other. The sensation of her hot mouth on her cunt was to die for.

She jammed the dildo in further until it hit Jerri’s G-spot with such force that she screamed. Her fingers fisted into the covers as she started to come.

“Pull it out. It’s too much!” she begged, shaking and pulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. The most powerful one she had ever experienced, it left her lightheaded and dizzy.

Krysta continued licking her pussy, jerking the dildo in deeper until Jerri began to lose sensation. She called out and Krysta stopped her intimate kissing. She turned off the device and drew it out of her slowly.

Jerri moaned, dropping her legs, inviting Krysta to snuggle up next to her with open arms. They kissed and both shifted to the side, staring at one another with satisfied smiles.

***

“I can’t feel my legs.” Jerri lowered her forearm from her face.

Krysta rested her chin on Jerri’s stomach. She was lying between her thighs, having just given her the best oral sex ever.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Krysta spread her palm across the expanse of her skin.

“I’m afraid to ask where you learned such naughty skills.”

“Years of practice, baby.”

She groaned. “Now I’m baby? I hate being called that.”

“You prefer sweetcakes or honey?”

“How about neither?” she recommended, arching her back to relieve the tightness in her muscles.

“Then how about lover?” Krysta asked, climbing up until their faces were in line with one another.

“Am I just your lover now? For how long?”

“Not just my lover, but my friend. I don’t have a time limit on what we have.”

“Really?” An anxious feeling filled her stomach. “I refuse to be another number to you. You can’t grow tired of me and think I’ll be okay with it and we can go back to the way we once were.”

Krysta moved to her side, leaning against Jerri’s hip. “Why do you think I used my dildo every night? I haven’t been with another woman in months. I grew tired of the one-night stands with strange women or so called friends who after they got what they wanted from me, dropped me.”

“Are you serious? I always thought it was the other way around,” Jerri said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“More often they rejected me.” Krysta sighed sadly and nestled in close. “I did my share, but I always felt horrible afterward.”

“You don’t have to worry about me doing that to you.” Her fingers traveled down Krysta’s back.

“You’d better not. I’ll kick your ass if you do.” Krysta stroked Jerri’s cheek.

She smiled, enjoying the tingling feeling. “You’ve been in my life for so long that I can’t imagine you not in it.” She gave Krysta a kiss. “The way you used your dildo on me is also a plus.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Krysta said dryly and a mischievous look came into her eyes. “At least we have a standby in case mine burns out.”

“You have another one?’

“I know you have one. I’m surprised I haven’t heard you use it before.”

Unembarrassed, she shrugged. “How do you know? Did you go through my sock drawer?”

Krysta nibbled on her bottom lip. “Every woman has their own battery operated boyfriend. Or am I wrong?”

She shook her head. “I used my good B.O.B. last night in the bathroom. I couldn’t help myself.”

Krysta smiled. “How does it feel not having to take care of things by yourself any longer?”

“Pretty awesome. Come here and give me your mouth,” she ordered, cupping her by the back of the head.

Krysta inched up until she ran her tongue around the edge of Jerri’s ear. “Go grab your toy and we can tag team each other with it.”

A rush of heat settled in between her legs. “That’s so dirty.”

“Yeah, so what? You didn’t mind it in your cunt a half hour ago. Live a little.” Krysta gave her a deep kiss that had her craving more.

After sharing more kisses, she darted into her bedroom and took her toy out of her drawer, never to be neglected again.

This time the sighs and moans coming from the other bedroom, combined with the sounds of multiple humming, didn’t leave her frustrated and horny like in the past.

She no longer felt lonely and unfilled.

~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

KT Grant is a self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well-known book reviewer and blogger who doesn't shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud native of New Jersey, KT is multi-published and known for writing "out of the box" romances. KT has been mentioned in the Guardian.UK, Publisher's Weekly's Beyond the Book and at Bookseller.com. KT is a top ten best-selling author at Amazon, as well as being a multiple All Romance Ebooks best seller and a Night Owl Reviews Top Author Pick.

You can visit KT at:

www.ktgrant.com

A Bid For Love

Anthony Conlin is a forty-one year old workaholic in love with his twenty-nine year old neighbor, Reece Whitmore, who looks like he belongs on the cover of GQ magazine. Anthony longs for Reece to the point of obsession, but doesn’t think he stands a chance because of their difference in age, his graying hair and a less than rock hard physique.

When Anthony’s friend, Jagger Castillo urges Anthony to try the matching services of 1Night Stand, Anthony still refuses because of his crush on Reece. But Jagger, along with the help of Madame Evangeline, the owner of the 1NS has something up their sleeves to make certain Anthony and Reece finally get together.

A charity auction sets the stage and rolls into motion a night Anthony and Reece will never forget.

Xavier's Loving Arms

Xavier Marks has the looks, great job, and more than enough money to throw around. The only thing missing is a woman by his side. He hasn’t had much luck in love since he caught his fiancée’ cheating on him, and isn’t too happy about his current bachelor status. But that may all change when a cute barista from a coffee shop catches his eye. Perhaps she can help him lick his wounds?

Life hasn’t always been too kind to Rebecca Price. She hides a shameful secret that still threatens to destroy her. With a grandmother suffering from dementia, and the threat of foreclosure on her childhood home, she may have no choice but to turn to a possessive ex-boyfriend who won’t settle for anything less than marriage. She’s ready to give up all hope when a suave, yet seemingly kind-hearted man enters her life and comes to her rescue.

Rebecca is wary of placing her trust in Xavier, who wants to be more than a shoulder for her to lean on. But as the two grow close, Rebecca’s guilt over her past continues to haunt her. Xavier wants to show Rebecca that the one place she can feel whole and at peace is in his loving arms.

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