onto her left breast. She felt the chill as the small droplet splashed onto her skin, and wiped it away with the back of her fingers, causing her breast to wobble gently inside her bikini top. It was strange: although I was straight, and had been with a couple of boys in the past, there was something about her that started to turn me on slightly. I don’t know if it was her perfectly smooth, blemish-free pale skin, her toned body or her sweet perfume, but as I stared at the side of her jiggling breast, I felt my clitoris firming up a little. It felt so wrong watching her in that way, but that strangeness was also adding to the naughty appeal. The fact that it felt so wrong just made me want to do it all the more.
“So, what’s good to do around here?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Not much...” I snorted, “Welcome to the suck!”
“Ah, I see...” she said, frowning with disappointment, “There must be something for a young girl to do in this town, surely?”
I shook my head and laughed.
“What about the guys? Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked inquisitively. It felt like she was secretly asking an entirely different question, but I answered anyway.
“There are some cute guys, but they really don’t know what they are doing.” I moaned, echoing my frustrations at never being given an orgasm from either of my past boyfriends.
“Hmm, so you’d prefer someone who know their way around...” she hinted, pointing vaguely towards my crotch and bouncing her eyebrows as a grin stretched across her mouth. I suddenly became quite shy, and tried to hide my embarrassment with another sip of my icy vodka and coke.
“You should get yourself a... um... you know...” she continued, waving her hand in a circular fashion as if trying to elicit the answer from my mouth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, though, and sat there with a bemused expression as she tutted and whispered, “A vibrator!”
“Oh!” I said, almost slapping my forehead as I realized what she was talking about. Again I was taken aback by her confidence, talking about sex toys as if it was a common topic of conversation.
“What am I talking about, I’m sure you’ve already got one...” she persisted. I shook my head innocently and curled my bottom lip down with a cute smile.
“Really?” she said, seemingly surprised that I didn’t have one, “You should; they’re amazing!”
“Do... do you have one?” I stuttered nervously, intrigued by her sexual assurance. She nodded as her eyes widened with giddy excitement.
“Yep!” she said, popping her lips playfully as she took another sip of her drink. She stared gleefully at me as I looked back at her in disbelief. I was shocked that a girl my age would have a sex toy. Maybe I was naive, but I always thought they were used by older ladies who were more sexually experienced. I had never even considered getting one myself.
“My ex-boyfriend got it me for my 18 th birthday...” she laughed, “But it turned out it was way better than him, so I dumped him!”
I bit my lip to suppress my urge to smile, but a giggle slipped out regardless.
“I’m joking, it was because we moved. I couldn’t take him with me!” she said, “I don’t know what I’d do without it!”
“Where do you keep it?” I asked, “Aren’t you afraid someone will find it?”
“Nah, I keep it in a box full of make-up and old shit. Nobody is going to risk their lives going in there!” she chortled. She saw that I was intrigued, and after supping the final dregs of her coke, she asked with a wry smile, “Do you wanna see it?”
A shudder of anxiety filled my body. It felt like I was on the precipice of entering a whole new realm of sexual discovery, and my next answer could change my life.
“Okay...” I said in a soft voice, and with that she got to her feet and told me to follow her. She led me through the wooden gate between our houses and into their kitchen, passing straight through as we
“So, what’s good to do around here?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Not much...” I snorted, “Welcome to the suck!”
“Ah, I see...” she said, frowning with disappointment, “There must be something for a young girl to do in this town, surely?”
I shook my head and laughed.
“What about the guys? Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked inquisitively. It felt like she was secretly asking an entirely different question, but I answered anyway.
“There are some cute guys, but they really don’t know what they are doing.” I moaned, echoing my frustrations at never being given an orgasm from either of my past boyfriends.
“Hmm, so you’d prefer someone who know their way around...” she hinted, pointing vaguely towards my crotch and bouncing her eyebrows as a grin stretched across her mouth. I suddenly became quite shy, and tried to hide my embarrassment with another sip of my icy vodka and coke.
“You should get yourself a... um... you know...” she continued, waving her hand in a circular fashion as if trying to elicit the answer from my mouth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, though, and sat there with a bemused expression as she tutted and whispered, “A vibrator!”
“Oh!” I said, almost slapping my forehead as I realized what she was talking about. Again I was taken aback by her confidence, talking about sex toys as if it was a common topic of conversation.
“What am I talking about, I’m sure you’ve already got one...” she persisted. I shook my head innocently and curled my bottom lip down with a cute smile.
“Really?” she said, seemingly surprised that I didn’t have one, “You should; they’re amazing!”
“Do... do you have one?” I stuttered nervously, intrigued by her sexual assurance. She nodded as her eyes widened with giddy excitement.
“Yep!” she said, popping her lips playfully as she took another sip of her drink. She stared gleefully at me as I looked back at her in disbelief. I was shocked that a girl my age would have a sex toy. Maybe I was naive, but I always thought they were used by older ladies who were more sexually experienced. I had never even considered getting one myself.
“My ex-boyfriend got it me for my 18 th birthday...” she laughed, “But it turned out it was way better than him, so I dumped him!”
I bit my lip to suppress my urge to smile, but a giggle slipped out regardless.
“I’m joking, it was because we moved. I couldn’t take him with me!” she said, “I don’t know what I’d do without it!”
“Where do you keep it?” I asked, “Aren’t you afraid someone will find it?”
“Nah, I keep it in a box full of make-up and old shit. Nobody is going to risk their lives going in there!” she chortled. She saw that I was intrigued, and after supping the final dregs of her coke, she asked with a wry smile, “Do you wanna see it?”
A shudder of anxiety filled my body. It felt like I was on the precipice of entering a whole new realm of sexual discovery, and my next answer could change my life.
“Okay...” I said in a soft voice, and with that she got to her feet and told me to follow her. She led me through the wooden gate between our houses and into their kitchen, passing straight through as we
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