Not Even Remotely Sick

Allie's stretched out solo with her new toy humming inside her when the door cracks open. Roomie Bea is back early. Panic hits hard - Allie yanks the blanket up to her chin, cheeks burning like she's been caught red-handed with her hand literally down her pants. Bea clocks the flushed face and heavy breathing and jumps straight to concerned roommate mode. 'You look like hell. Are you running a fever?' She perches on the edge of the bed without waiting for an answer, her ass landing right on the clicker buried in the sheets. The vibrator jumps from a soft buzz to a deep, relentless pulse that hits Allie's sweet spot dead on. Her thighs squeeze together. Every time Bea leans in to check if she needs water or aspirin, the toy kicks harder, building that pressure fast. 'Fuck, Bea... it's not what you think,' Allie blurts, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks. Bea's brows draw together until Allie blurts the truth in a rush - vibrator, remote, accidental button press. She expects judgment, maybe a door slam. Instead Bea picks up the remote, eyes dark with something that looks a lot like interest. 'Guess I owe you an apology,' Bea says, thumb hovering over the controls. Allie laughs breathless, already wetter. 'Then get on your knees and make it up to me.' Bea's grin spreads wide as she hits the highest setting and crawls under the blanket.