Whoa! What had I just done? I stood up on shaky legs and looked at myself in the mirror again. The face I saw now was different from the one that had been reflected there just a few minutes ago. A telltale pink flush stained my neck, breasts, and cheeks, and my features wore an unmistakable expression of guilt. This was Laura, a friend who was more like a sister than anyone I'd ever known. I'd always been so straight before, and here I was having my first lesbian fantasy, my first sex-toy experience, and the strongest orgasm I'd ever had all in the space of a couple of minutes.
A noise in the street outside brought me to my senses as I realized that Laura would be home any moment. I used one of her makeup wipes to clean up the vibrator, wrapped it up in its silk scarf again, and replaced it in its secret hiding place, hoping it didn't bear some trace of my body that would betray me. Had I wrapped it up the right way? Had I put it back in the right drawer? Laura's bedroom looked like a chaotic jumble of clothes, but she always laughed that she knew exactly where everything was. What would she think if she caught me? She'd be totally freaked out, that's what. I would lose the best friend I cherished and the apartment I loved. I gathered my pajama bottoms from her bedroom floor and hid in my own room. When Laura did come home, fresh from the gym and a shower, I called "Hello" but didn't go out to see her. I couldn't face her, not just yet. That night, my sleep was interrupted by dreams of Laura using the toy on me and letting me put it inside her. I woke twice, sweating, in the grip of a huge rush, my hands inside my pajamas, where my fingers found proof that wet dreams aren't just for teenage boys.