New Experience

Summer sits on the edge of the bed, phone tight to her ear. Her best friend’s voice keeps repeating the same line: anal makes everything feel ten times stronger. Summer’s pulse jumps. She ends the call, stands, and turns the lock on the bedroom door. No boyfriend yet, just her and the decision. She pulls the drawer open, takes out the small bottle of lube she bought two weeks ago and never touched. The cap clicks loud in the quiet room. She squeezes a cold bead onto her fingers, reaches back, and circles the tight ring of muscle. Slow at first. The pressure changes, opens, lets one fingertip slide in. She breathes through it, adds more lube, pushes deeper until her knuckle disappears. Heat blooms low in her belly. She works the finger in and out, then brings in a second. Her hips rock against her own hand, testing how far she can go. Every nerve feels louder. She pulls her fingers free, licks the taste of lube off them without thinking, then bends again and slides them back in. The stretch stings, then melts into something hotter. She stays there, ass in the air, working her hole until it loosens and her breath comes short. When the front door clicks open downstairs, she freezes, fingers still inside herself, deciding whether to pull them out or keep going until Oliver walks in and sees exactly what she’s been practicing for him.