I went to close the drawer and heard a low humming sound coming from inside. Curious, I investigated further. My hands closed on something soft but solid, and it was vibrating. I pulled it out, and, half-wrapped in a red silk scarf, there it was: a pink, glittering vibrator, shaped like a cock. I let out an involuntary gasp. I'd seen vibrators in sex shops and reviewed in women's magazines, but I'd never had one in my hands before and I certainly would never have expected Laura to own one. I thought we told each other everything. "Laura," I whispered, even though she wasn't there to hear me, "you dark horse!"

Suddenly I had a vision-and why wouldn't I?-of Laura using the toy on herself, running it all over her nipples, holding it against her panties. In my mind's eye I saw her sliding it in and out of her pussy. I pictured her face in orgasm, twisted with pleasure as she came, and felt myself blushing, the heat of my shame creeping over my face. To my surprise though, the image turned me on. Really turned me on. I'd never experienced a surge of arousal like the one I felt right then, urgent, almost violent, a throb that resonated through me.

I sniffed at the sex toy, hoping it would smell of Laura, but it was clean and had a neutral, plasticky smell. It was still buzzing gently in my hand. I saw the "on" switch, which I must have triggered when I slammed the drawer shut. The vibrations traveled up my arm and toward my neck, so that I could feel them throughout my body.

Without even thinking, I held the toy against myself, letting it murmur against Laura's boxers. Oh my God, I thought. Even through the cool fabric, I could feel how hard my clit was, standing to attention, even before it grew hot, pulsing under the vibrator's buzz. Still thinking about Laura, I pushed it closer. I could feel every fiber of the brushed cotton of her panties: soft and dry in contrast with the hot, wet feeling between my legs.