Midas' Touch

Distracted

Lisa fidgeted in her seat. The vibrating beads Brandon gave her was humming inside her. The cold metal sent shivers down her spine, each pulse making her clench her thighs unconsciously. She bit her lip, desperate for some semblance of control, but found the taboo thrill only heightened her arousal.

"Focus, Lisa," she whispered to herself, attempting to tune into the lecture. But the vibrations intensified, each wave of pleasure building on the last. It was maddening, overwhelming. How could she possibly concentrate like this?

"Miss Thompson," Mr. Samuel's voice cut through her haze like a knife. His balding head glistened under the fluorescent lighting as he approached her desk. "You seem... distracted."

"Um, I'm fine," Lisa mumbled, barely able to tear her gaze from his penetrating stare. The vibrations intensified, a cruel reminder of her secret predicament.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Samuel asked, skepticism dripping from his words. He leaned forward slightly, a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down Lisa's spine. Could he sense her vulnerability?

"She just needs some fresh air." Chelsea interrupted, "Can she and I step out of the classroom for a few minutes?"

"Very well," he conceded, stepping back and allowing the girls to slip past him. As they hurried toward the restroom, Lisa could feel the weight of his gaze on her back, sending goosebumps erupting across her skin.

"Thank you," Lisa whispered to Chelsea, breathless with gratitude and the relentless pulsations within her. They entered the restroom, the door clicking shut behind them, providing a momentary sanctuary from prying eyes and unwanted attention.

"Lisa, what's going on?" Chelsea demanded, her concern evident as she searched her friend's flushed face for answers.

In the dimly lit restroom, beads of sweat glistened on Lisa's forehead as she leaned against the cool tiled wall. Chelsea, her eyes wide with shock, stared at the evidence of Lisa's secret nestled between her thighs.

"Lisa, you need to break up with Brandon," Chelsea insisted, her voice trembling. "You're not yourself."

"But... I like him..." Lisa stammered, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desire. The beads inside her pulsed, demanding her attention. "And this... feels good..."

"You don't understand, Lisa. He is a sick, wicket man... Furthermore, he violated me on the bus last night," Chelsea confessed, her face a mixture of anger and vulnerability.

"Brandon told me... he wants you... Chelsea," Lisa admitted, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She watched Chelsea's expression shift from disbelief to something darker, more complex.

"Are you serious?" Chelsea asked, her voice wavering between incredulity and curiosity.

"Yes," Lisa replied, her body shuddering under the relentless assault of the vibrating beads. "And... I'm okay with it."

Lisa leaned in and let her lips press against Chelsea's.

"Chelsea," she whispered breathlessly, "I want you too."

A shiver ran down Chelsea's spine as she took in Lisa's words, her own desires and curiosity igniting. Her eyes locked onto Lisa's, seeing the raw need etched into her face.

"Are you sure?" Chelsea asked, her voice low and husky.

"Y-yes,"

Lisa stuttered, her body trembling from both lust and the sensation of the vibrating beads inside her. Her hands reached for Chelsea's waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met once more, this time with a hunger that left no room for doubt. As their tongues tangled, Chelsea's hand slid between Lisa's thighs, her fingers brushing against the slick beads nestled there.

The moan that escaped Lisa's lips was low and guttural, her hips bucking toward Chelsea's seeking fingers. Her body trembled as she felt the firm pressure of Chelsea's hand against the beads, intensifying their throbbing hum. She dug her fingers into Chelsea's back, anchoring herself as waves of pleasure threatened to send her spiraling.

Chelsea moved with slow purpose, using the beads to tease and torment Lisa. Her own body was tight with need, breath coming out in little pants against Lisa's neck. But this... this was about Lisa. About unraveling her completely.

Their bodies moved together in an erotic dance, hips grinding together in a rhythm as old as time itself. Lisa could taste the salt of Chelsea's skin, hear the ragged edge of her breaths echoing her own. Every thrust of Chelsea's fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, amplified by the pulsing vibrations of the beads.

"Oh...Chel...s-sea..." Lisa stammered, words lost to pleasure. The needy sounds echoed in the small restroom, bouncing off tile and sink and mirror. But all they could hear was each other.

With a wicked grin, Chelsea twisted one bead and sent it spinning inside of Lisa. The reaction was immediate—Lisa bucked and cried out, every coherent thought obliterated under the onslaught of ecstasy. She clung to Chelsea as wave after wave took her, consumed by a pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain.

And then it was over. Panting heavily, they leaned on each other for support as their heart rates started to descend towards normality again.

Slowly, Chelsea pulled back. She swallowed, running a hand through her tousled hair. "We...we need to get back to class," she murmured, her voice hoarse. There was a flash of regret in her eyes, quickly replaced by the familiar fiery determination.

Lisa nodded weakly, feeling the beads still humming insistently inside her. A moment of silence fell as they straightened their clothes and hair, each lost in the haze of what had just happened.

Finally, Chelsea reached for the door handle. As it swung open, her heart lurched. Leaning casually against the opposite wall of the hallway was Brandon. His unassuming appearance belied the wicked glint in his eyes and the knowing smirk on his lips.

"Brandon!" Chelsea gasped, her heart leaping into her throat. "What are you doing here?"