Universal Remote Raunchiness

Tori lay naked on her bed, working her new remote vibrator in slow circles. The thing hummed against her clit, sending little shocks up through her hips. Across the hall Nadia hunched over her laptop, fingers flying. Her program lit up with every device on the network—lamps, the TV, the coffee pot down in the kitchen. She tested one, then another, flipping them on and off just to watch the list change. A new icon popped onto the screen. She didn’t recognize it, so she clicked. Nothing. She clicked again. Harder. Tori’s toy answered with a sudden burst of speed that knocked a gasp out of her. She tried to ease off the pressure, but the vibrator only surged stronger. Nadia kept hammering the button, irritated now. Tori’s thighs shook; her breath came in short, sharp pants. The motor inside her buzzed so hard it bordered on pain, but the ache fed straight into something hotter. Nadia frowned at the glitch, hit the control once more. Tori’s back arched. A cry tore loose, loud enough to rattle the hallway. Nadia shoved the laptop aside and bolted across the apartment. She shoved Tori’s door open and stopped cold. Her roommate was spread wide, slick and trembling, vibrator lodged tight and still rattling at full throttle. Recognition hit. “Shit,” Nadia muttered. “That was yours?” Tori killed the toy with a shaky thumb, chest heaving. They stared for half a beat, then broke into the same crooked laugh. Heat stayed in the air, thick and electric. Nadia stepped closer; Tori didn’t cover herself. Fingers brushed, then clung. Mouths met hard. The laptop sat abandoned, screen still blinking, while the two of them tumbled back onto the sheets, hunger taking over where the program left off.