The last image was enough to tip Amy over the edge, clear liquid arcing between her still-circling fingers to splash on the sheet. “Ohhh…”
She sank back, her breathing rapid. “Mm, I definitely want Tim in my other place next time.”
Beth gasped. “God, Amy, I can’t tell you how turned on I am right now.”
“That’s my cue,” I chuckled. “Beth, lie down, but with your head at the bottom of the bed.”
Beth complied, throwing Amy a puzzled smile. “Now, Amy,” I ventured, “do you think, if you watched us, you might feel like…”
For the first time I could remember, Amy’s face held a slightly guilty look. “Actually there’s something I was going to show you.”
She leaned off camera again, and this time when she returned I heard a surprised murmur from Beth. “Amy, where did you get that?” she wondered.
“I — well, Sally left it when she moved out,” Amy explained. “She must have forgotten — it was pushed right to the back of a drawer.”
“Does it work?” Beth queried.
Amy pressed the switch, producing a low buzz. “I put new batteries in it and everything.”
“OK,” I chuckled. “Amy, you try that out, and I’ll do something Beth likes. But Amy — ” I couldn’t help my grin — “you aren’t allowed to get there until Beth does.”
She nodded. “I’ll try.”
