Elaine, or Lanie as her friends called her had been a sorority friend of mine since college. She always had a way with the guys, and didn’t spend too many weekend nights alone if you know what I mean. She was witty, had a dangerous look in her eye, and was drop dead gorgeous. I always wondered what she must do to guys to keep her in such demand at school. We had been out of touch for a while, but I got an e-mail from her a few months ago saying she was relocating to New York in November, and needed a place to stay until she got her feet on the ground. Hell we were college friends, and I had a fold out sofa in my apartment, so we put it together.

She hadn’t changed a bit since school, and her sex drive was still in high gear. We caught up quickly and went out for a drink at the bar around the corner. She could still pound the vodka tonics, and by about 9:00 she was half in the bag. Knowing we had to get up the next day, me going to work and her looking for a job, we decided to call it a night. Back at the apartment, I tossed my clothes in the hamper and pulled on a big t-shirt, she ducked in the bathroom, and came out with long v-neck t-shirt as well. We chatted a bit then I headed off to bed and her to the sofa. After being in the apartment alone for the last year, I was used to the apartment being quiet, so I could hear her roll over on the sofa, go to the bathroom, flush, etc. I was about to pull the pillow over my head, then I heard a low humming noise coming from the TV room. I peeked out my door to see what the fuck was going on, and through the ambient light, I could see Lanie laying on the bed, and the noise seemed to be coming from under the blanket….ok, now it made sense. She was horny as ever, had to get off, and with no man in sight, the vibrator was her next best friend.

I let it pass, and didn’t say a thing the next morning, just went about the morning routine, but all day long I thought about Lanie, the vibrator, and how she must have looked under the covers when she came. I was thinking about her when I was on the toilet at work, and when I went to dab myself, I realized that I had gotten wet just thinking about her. Then I paused, and the most devious, dirty plan passed through my little blonde head. I couldn’t wait to get home.

That night, after dinner, we went down to the same local bar for a night cap. When she went to the ladies room, I talked to a few of my guy friends about Lanie, and that I wanted them to lead her on, then dump her near the end of the evening. That night went as planned, and when we got back to my apartment, she had some frustration in her eyes. I had scoped out where she hid the vibrator in her suitcase, and replaced the good batteries with spent ones before we went out. I wanted her to finger herself to an orgasm instead of having a power tool do it for her. I left my door open a crack that night and listened intently as she shifted around in bed. I thought I heard the snap of an elastic waistband, then I heard the rhythmic movement of her hand under the covers fingering herself. It got real fast real quick then stopped abruptly. Once again, morning came, I said nothing, and just went about the morning routine. Off and on during the day I thought about the frustration Lanie must have felt when after being dumped, having her vibrator fail.

It was Thursday, and I’m sure we would go out again, and of course we did. We headed over to another local establishment, where of course I knew one or two guys. I set up the same deal as the night before, get her worked up a little then dump her near the end of the night. Once again, it went as planned, she was a bit drunker (but so was I) and I could see the sexual frustration in her eyes as we walked in the apartment. Knowing that she probably replaced the batteries in the vibrator that day, I slipped in spent batteries again before we went out. I left my door open a little wider so that I could see the sofa from my bed. I had a decent vantage point as the bed was quite a bit higher than the sofa bed, and my view was not obscured by the back of the sofa. I watched as she reached for the vibrator, and saw her reaction when it again failed to work. But rather than lay it aside, she pulled it underneath the covers and began to work on herself. She pulled her knees up, and the covers came down around her waist, so I could see that she had both hands between her legs, one no doubt pumping the vibrator in and out of her cunt, and the other frigging her clitoris. By this point my hand was in my panties and my fingers were buried in my own wet pussy. I watched intently as she pulled one hand out from the covers and put those fingers in her mouth. The sight was too much to bear, and I came on the spot muffling my breathing in my pillow. She went back to her pussy with a vengeance, causing the covers to rest on her knees, and I could just make out her neatly trimmed bush. She was probably just drunk enough ...

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