I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 78: (18+) Touch Yourself

Alisha took the first watch. I fell asleep pretty easily with her hand stroking my hair and my forehead pressed against her thigh as she read.

Her movement to slide a little further away from me roused me a little and I rolled over to face the other direction and went back to sleep.

When I next woke up, I felt the bed shaking and slowly got free of the blankets to roll over to look at her. I flushed hotly.

Alisha had her legs spread and a hand between them, fingering herself.

Her eyes were closed as she did this.

I went to roll back over and let her have her fun but she moaned quietly and I felt the rush of heat in my own loins.

Her eyes slitted open briefly to look at me and she saw I was awake and stopped.

“You can continue,” I said quietly. “I'm just … here.”

She reached over with her clean hand and ran it under my chin, urging me to come a little closer 

I obeyed and shifted myself to sit up and crawled toward her. She ran that hand down my cheek and then along my neck.

“I'm a little jealous,” I admitted quietly. Her hand was definitely not making me relaxed.

“Of me?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

“No… well… what I meant was… I never did figure out how to masturbate well.” I wouldn't mind being touched by her though. I hadn’t been frisky at all when I went to sleep but waking up to a hot girlfriend fingering herself was a bit arousing.

Her mischievous smirk sunk in and she pulled her hand away from her insides.

“Take off your pants,” she told me.

I flushed. “You don't have to–” I started to protest but her hand slid down to my breast and pinched my nipple through the shirt. I gasped as the bolt of pleasure lanced through me.

“I won't make you do anything,” she told me, still holding on to the sensitive nub. “But you've gotten rather pointy since you woke up.”

If I was less used to her touching me, I might’ve panicked, but I kept my head on mostly straight.

“But you need sleep,” I managed, the heat in my face was intense and also spreading between my legs.

“It’s just about time for us to swap anyway, Kitten,” she said.

I glanced at the clock. 3 am. I’d gone to bed at 9, so I’d gotten my six hours. It was rightfully Alisha’s turn to sleep, and she was sacrificing it to touch herself.

This did not help me cool off.

She gave me a come hither motion with her still sticky finger and I carefully lumbered onto her lap. She got my pants off before adjusting my legs how she wanted them. I was still facing her, but my feet were put up against the headboard behind her with my thighs spread about as far as I could be comfortable. My vulva was on full display for her, though she shifted her own legs so they were spread beneath mine and I could see hers as well.

“You didn’t figure out how to masturbate?” she asked softly.

I shuddered as her fingers pulled her labia apart, showing off the pink petals of her inner folds and the little nub that was her clit.

“No,” I said quietly. “But I also didn’t have the best privacy to experiment a lot,” I explained. “I was always either at home or had a roommate.”

“I see,” she said. Her wet hand slid into her folds as well and played with her clit a little. 

I felt the saliva under my tongue and swallowed it down, not wanting to start legitimately drooling over her privates.

“So… touch yourself,” she told me.

I flushed. “That’s kinda dirty,” I protested.

She stared me down and slid two fingers into her opening. I saw the flex of her vagina around them as she pushed deeper.

“Am I dirty?” she murmured.

“N-no,” I said. I couldn’t think of anyone that maintained a cleaner appearance. 

“Then why would it make you dirty?” she said pointedly.

I swallowed again and shifted my legs a little so it was a little more comfortable. “You want me to touch myself?” I asked.

“Yes,” she agreed.

I reached between my legs and between the lips, spreading my fingers like scissors to push them apart and fully display whatever my vulva looked like at this point. It had been a while since I had taken a mirror to look around there. I wondered if it was anywheres near as pretty as Alisha’s. Her’s was such a pretty pink with some brown undertones. In a lot of ways, vulvas really were reminiscent of flowers and hers was no exception.

“You should rub your clit,” she told me, and pulled her wet fingers back out of herself to play with her own, circling it luxuriously. “It’s the easiest way to get off quick.”

I nodded and did my best to replicate her. There was sensation between my legs, but it wasn’t the kind that was going to make me moan and whimper like it was when she was the one to touch me.

After a moment of circling her own clit and starting to make that flushed, pleasured expression again, she stopped.

“What are you worrying about?” she asked me.

“It doesn’t feel… intense enough.”

“It doesn’t always at first,” she said. “But you’re feeling something right?”

I nodded and continued my circles. There was a gradual tension building, I noticed. 

“You should take your time,” she told me. “Especially when you’re inexperienced. Things won’t necessarily feel good in the same spots all the time, and they won’t always feel as intense as you want them to.”

“I see,” I agreed. There was starting to be a more powerful urge to touch. I wanted to start rubbing harder. Alisha resumed her little circles, slowly teasing herself. I could see her clit swollen and erect, enjoying this treatment from her.

I felt mine and found it had swollen too, not as much as hers, but still getting there.

“You’re starting to flush more,” she observed.

“Y-yes,” I admitted. “I am starting to feel things.”

“Good girl,” she teased, making me even hotter and sheepish.

Her hand between her legs shifted and slid along the side of her clit now.

“There’s usually a spot that’s more sensitive either on the left or right or top, if you can find that then once you start to feel more into it, you can get more aggressive. I usually dip my fingers down though, to get some lube so it's nice and slippery.” She demonstrated this, sliding her fingers into her opening briefly and coming back with more shiny fluid.

I dipped my fingers down to my own opening. It was quite wet and as I pulled it away, brought a good amount of slickness with it. 

She was smiling again, enjoying the view as I did so. I quickly realized this was all a ploy to get me to touch myself in front of her.

Well, if she wanted a show…

I explored a bit. I knew vaguely where she touched me and it felt really good so I found pretty quick the spot that was more sensitive and sent that more intense feeling into me. I rubbed there, making the bed shake a bit.

Her mouth parted a little, entranced and she resumed the harsher pace she had been doing before, looking almost immediately on the edge. She had probably put getting off aside to walk me through this.

I felt my insides gradually pulling tighter. It was a slow process and every now and then the pleasure faded and I found myself just rubbing almost numbly. The sweat still beaded up along my thighs, and eventually dripped down. Alisha twitched, and turned her head away from me as her brow furrowed. Her rubbing got more desperate: a fast, aggressive pace as she bit her lip. She was close, I realized.

I rubbed harder, hoping I could maybe catch up to her. My toes curled and uncurled, my body fighting me over this. But I wanted to come, both because it would feel good and I wanted Alisha to have that.

She tensed and I saw her brow furrow more and she sucked in a deep breath, her knees pressed up against my thighs and she vibrated with a low moan. Her body continued to twitch and tense for a few seconds before she let her fingers pull away from herself with a deep breath, and panted briefly.

“Does it feel good?” I asked, finding myself surprisingly breathless. I didn’t notice how much my heart was beating.

She nodded and stuck her wet fingers out toward me. I wrapped my mouth around them to suck, tasting that familiar flavor. Between my legs was starting to have that hot magma feeling, indicating I was getting close.

I released the fingers and to my surprise she slid them back between her legs and started rubbing again.

I moaned, surprising myself.

She smiled mischievously again. “You like what you see?” she asked and shifted to spread her legs more and leaned back.

I nodded, breathless. 

“You’re being a very good girl, you know,” she teased again.

“Isn’t this naughty?” I huffed. 

“Not when I tell you to do it.” She rubbed harder, almost painfully looking.

My hand was getting tired, and one of my feet was starting to warn me it was going to cramp up if I kept curling and uncurling my toes like I’d been doing.

I needed to come, and I wanted to come hard. I wanted it to feel like someone was reaching into my vagina and stirring all my guts around. My toes curled harder and my teeth gnashed.

“Yes, that’s a good girl,” Alisha’s voice reached me. “You feel it coming?”

I only managed a whimper as my hand went faster. Logically this should hurt but I only felt a mixture of numbness and heated pleasure as my hand battered my clit. 

I opened my eyes to see Alisha similarly destroying herself between her legs, but on of her hands was also groping her breast under her shirt.

“Hn~,” the sound escaped me. “Huhn~” My insides were starting to pull again and my mouth opened to get enough air.

I flinched and my legs lifted away from the headboard.

“Ah!” I managed as the first wave hit me. I felt Alisha’s rigorous movements still before her own jolt and the moan that followed.

My body twitched as another wave rushed me, I let the heat wash through my blood. The third wave was less intense and the fourth, much more like the crappy orgasms I had before meeting Alisha. 

I panted as the remainder of the orgasm faded.

Alisha was leaned back, sweaty and disheveled, but she looked satisfied, smiling at me.

“You’re such a cute mess sometimes,” she huffed. I used my clean hand to straighten out my hair where it was sticking to sweat on my forehead. 

She pulled her fingers into her own mouth this time to suck them clean before getting off the bed, a little wobbly.

“When you’re as good as me, you can get multiples,” she teased.

“I think I did pretty good,” I protested.

She waited until I had turned myself around a bit before giving me a push, sending me sprawling back to the mattress on my back. I’d still had my legs spread so this put me in a very exposed position, one she quickly started to take advantage of.

“I already–” I started to protest but stopped as her mouth approached.

“Is that all you have in you?” she asked.

I felt a new rush. “You- you can try,” I gave her my permission.

She pounced on the area between my legs and I quickly discovered I definitely did have another one in me. For her. I would not have been able to draw it out but her tongue and her lips made short work of the oversensitivity and I found myself holding her hands, squeezing them as my body went through another process of spasming. I worried I might hurt her and went to unlatch myself but her grip tightened and she sucked harder, making my eyes squeeze shut and my toes curl all the more.

And then she let me go as I panted again, coming down for the second time.

“That’s what I thought,” she teased and left me there to recover as she got cleaned up.

My lower parts were still working themselves out as my daze ebbed away. 

She could completely destroy me, I realized. She really was always being gentle with me, softly pulling orgasms out of me. And the more she did it, the better she would know my body and the easier it would be to have me trying not to thrash about and scream. If she wanted to she could make me come hard enough the yanking in my insides might actually hurt.

I stared at the rough texture of the ceiling. That was kind of a scary thought. 

She came back and I finally picked myself up, still a bit shaky and took my turn in the bathroom and got ready to watch as she slept.

TLDR: Alisha walks Kitten through masturbating. There is no significant events that happen here.