started?”
“Tomorrow morning, bright and early. I’ll wake you and show you what I’ve been doing. We’ll have to exercise in the big area, though. This room is way too small for both of us.”
“That is fine. I doubt anyone will notice us.”
Laira smiled as Isha left the room with more spring in her step than Laira had ever seen her have. Laira didn’t know what any of this would bring, but at least it would maybe make her new friend feel better.
“Wow,” Laira spoke aloud. “I made a friend.”
She followed Isha out and over to the bathrooms, since she truly needed a shower. Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into a small cubicle. Instantly, a gentle pulse moved over her body. Isha had explained that this cleaned them without water waste. Actually, Laira couldn’t care less since it felt good. Damn good.
In her real life, and that was the way she thought of it, sex had come dead last. It wasn’t something that entered her mind. She’d had better things to worry about, like paying her bills and going to school. So, men and sex pretty much came after clipping her toenails and cleaning her toilet.
Not to say that Laira lived the life of a chaste nun. She had a small collection of vibrators that did the job when she felt the need, which, of late, hadn’t been often. She’d seen what sex did for women, and it wasn’t pretty. Her mother had run through a series of men, each one worse than the other, until finally the state had stepped in. Laira had been shipped off to foster care, never to see her mom again. Not that it had mattered. Her mother had never been around, anyway. She’d always chased and fucked whatever came her way, not sparing a minute for her daughter.
Laira shoved the thoughts aside as the gentle pulse centered on her nipples. A girl certainly didn’t have an orgasm while thinking about her wretched past. Closing her eyes, she built a scenario in her head. He was tall and built to pleasure only her. The dream guy never had a face she could see. Only lips, hands, and a huge cock that satisfied every time.
Laira leaned back against the wall of the niche as the pulsing energy swirled around each nipple. In her imagination, it was hot swirling tongues licking and pulling at each point. Her thoughts wavered a bit. How did her dream man have two mouths? Shoving it away, she went for it. It was her imagination, so why the hell not? After all, she was zipping through outer space on an alien ship, so why couldn’t he have two mouths? Or maybe it was two men? Oh yeah, that’s what it was.
She widened her legs as vibrating energy began to tickle her wet pussy. Laira reached down to pull the lips aside so it would focus on her clit and she gasped. Damn, it felt so good. She could feel the orgasm rise, while in her mind, one of her men ran his mouth over her heat, drinking it in then plunging his tongue deep inside.
Bracing a foot against the opposite wall, Laira felt the throbbing build, swirling around her cunt like a palpable presence. She panted for breath, as it spread to enfold the sensitive place between her bottom cheeks.
She had read about anal sex but never considered participating. The rippling energy drove a strangled moan from Laira as it centered on the two sensitive areas between her legs. Forcing her legs farther apart, she thrust her bottom out so the beam could dig deeper.
Clutching at the walls, Laira felt a scream well up as a tremendous orgasm tore through her body. She bucked and shivered, scrabbling frantically for something to hold on to. Finally, her legs gave out as she slid to the floor of the stall still groaning and quivering, caught in the grasp of the best orgasm she’d ever had, would ever have.
Pushing herself up and out of the stall, she collapsed on the floor. Damn, what was happening to her? She’d had orgasms before, some even with men, but most with a trusty vibrator. This, though, was insane. The Silarin could make a ton of money marketing their