Luckily, Rick knew the apartment (really a duplex in a cluster of apartments) where Robin lived. Despite everyone’s relative success post-high school, not many people from his class had moved too far away. He was able to use Kelly’s car to drive over and park fairly close to Robin’s duplex. If what he suspected was true, he did not want to come into contact with anyone – he wasn’t sure if he was contagious by air or if it was by bodily fluid. The important thing was to get the gun to stop the spread of infection. So far, that was just Kelly and possibly Jim.
Deciding against knocking on the door, Rick lifted the doormat. Sure enough, a spare key was under one of the corners. Looking around, she saw one of Robin’s neighbors watching him. Shit, did he flash him? Kelly’s bright orange mini-skirt from Hooters barely fit and he hadn’t wanted to wear Kelly’s thong panties. Just the thought of his pussy being seen from behind caused a spike in his arousal levels, already fairly high. He could feel his nipples tightening and his pussy starting to get wet. Marshaling his thoughts, Rick waved to the neighbor, put the key in the lock and went inside.
At first glance, the place looked deserted. It was a two bedroom house with just a front room and a kitchen, but it looked like Robin didn’t have a roommate. A quick search didn’t reveal the BE Gun, but it appeared as if Robin may have been trying on all sorts of clothes in the front room – a pile of widely assorted clothes (both styles and sizes) littered the front room, plus it looked like a floor-length mirror had been dragged from the guest room to in front of the couch.
Rick sat down in front of the mirror and regarded the image. A sexy, voluptuous red-headed goddes stared back at him. He had just flopped down onto the couch as he would normally have done back at his apartment, so his legs were splayed open. Looking down, he could see the wet folds of his pussy under the thin orange band of his Hooters mini-skirt. His nipples got more erect. This isn’t helping, he thought, even as his left hand crept towards his opening. If the gun’s not here, then Robin probably has it, he reasoned. She’s probably at work now, but I bet she’ll come back soon. I either need to leave, or hide and try to take it from her when she gets back…
Rick’s body spasmed as his hand brushed across the outer lips of his vagina. His other hand slid under one of the couch cushions and felt something cold and cylindrical. Pulling it out, he realized he was holding on to Robin’s dildo. It was smooth, silvery and vaguely bullet-shaped, and when he flicked a switch on its back, it started buzzing quietly, drawing a gasp from his plump lips.
He moved the vibrating toy across his breasts, feeling the buzzing through two layers of clothing. Moving his hand from his pussy, he pulled his sweatshirt over his boobs, revealing the supremely stretched white tank top underneath, his nipples tenting the fabric. He ran the vibrator over his nipples as his left hand returned to play with his increasingly wet vagina. After only a few minutes, he was gasping for breath, and aching to feel the dildo in him.
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