Sleeping in My Bestie's Daddy's Bed

I accidentally climbed into my best friend's father's bed.

Wait—no.

That wasn't quite right.

I was in my best friend's bed, tangled up with her after a shower, both of us laughing and wrestling like we always did. The towels had slipped off ages ago, and now we were just a mess of limbs and giggles.

"Your skin is so soft today… and so ticklish," I mumbled, squirming as she pinned me down, her fingers dancing over my ribs.

"Still untouched, aren't you, you little brat?" she teased, grinning down at me.

"Ah—stop! No, no, it tickles too much!" I shrieked, kicking weakly.

"Tell me the truth—are you still pure? Or do I have to check?"

"Yes! I swear! Never been with a man! Now let me go—I can't breathe!"

"Then admit it—are you a little slut? Say it, and I'll stop."

"Fine! Yes! I'm a total slut! I think about guys all the time, okay? Happy now?" I gasped between giggles, writhing beneath her.

She finally relented, and I collapsed, panting. My hand brushed something hard under the pillow. Without thinking, I yanked it out.

An enormous vibrator tumbled onto the bed between us.

Silence.

Her face turned beet red. I just sat there, holding it like an idiot, my brain short-circuiting.

Then—

Click.

The door swung open.

Her dad stood there, frozen. His expression went from stern to confused to what the actual hell in half a second before he turned and walked out without a word.

Dead silence.

We stared at each other, horrified.

"Oh my God—I swear I didn't mean to—" I stammered, shoving the toy away like it was on fire.