Tara flicked a glance over at her nightstand. If she was quick, she could get it, fuck herself silly, climax and hide it away again before Tori got back. She licked her lips, smiling.
“Hell, yeah,” she said to herself, sliding her fingers out and licking one of them. Taking one glance at the door — it was locked, thank goodness — Tara crossed the little three-bed room and opened the drawer. The vibrator lay there in all its neon glory, still in its box. She pulled it out, looking at the bed. What was the best way to do this? Lie down with her legs spread, snatch facing the door? Could she stand it upright on the bed and lower herself on to it? Or lean over onto the bed and fuck herself from behind? Were her arms even long enough? Tara giggled at the absurdity of her thoughts.
She was already panty-free so Tara raised one foot onto the bed and held the vibrator between her legs. With a light push the fat, realistic, head poked at her lips, parting them. On the first pass she merely slid it between her lips. It was cool, softly molded rubber over a rock hard shaft and she was so wet it glided through easily. She repeated the motion a few more times, growing more excited as she started to angle the toy upwards to sit at her entrance. It was so big, the first time she’d used it, she wasn’t sure it would even fit in her cunt, but she’d carefully stretched herself around it, plunging it in before pressing the little ‘vibrate’ button. That time, she’d come so hard in two minutes flat that her neighbors had banged on the wall and asked if she was okay.
There it was, just poking in. One prod, then another and it breached her hole. She pushed it in with the heel of her hand, her breath coming in pants, as she felt it fill her. Sure it wasn’t like the real thing; it wasn’t warm, and it wasn’t attached to a hard, sweaty body, but it sure felt good as she crammed it inside her tight little hole.
She rocked her body against it, her pussy clenching around it, her eyes closing in bliss as she imagined Tori’s naked breasts.
Then the door was opening, and Tara’s eyes were flying open, her mouth wide in shock.
“Holy cow!” breathed the female stood in the doorway.
“Shut the door! Shut the…”
“I’m totally shutting the door,” said Tori, bumping it with her hip. “Are you setting up a picture for the game? That is so fucking hot! Wait there, I’ll take it for you.”
Tara was paralyzed; the vibrator halfway inside her pussy while Tori scrabbled amongst the notes on Tara’s desk, found her cell phone and snapped a picture. She looked at it and frowned. “You can’t really tell what you’re doing. Pull your skirt up a little. Yeah, that’s right. Ooh! You shaved your pussy. That’s so totally hot. Oh, this one’s perfect.” Tori held out the cell for Tara to peek at the picture. Yeah, okay, she had to admit, it was a good picture and she would totally win the week’s game with that one.
Tori bit her lower lip between her teeth and sucked in a breath. “You know I’ve never used a vibrator before. Is it…nice? Does it feel realistic?”
Tara hadn’t moved for the last couple of minutes. She blinked, thinking how crazy it was that Tori wanted to have a conversation when she had a fake dick stuffed in her cunt. “Well, uh, it’s not like the real thing, but it’s cool, and sometimes, you know, needs must,” she stuttered.
“If you got an itch, scratch it, right?” Tori paled, seeing the scene in a new light. “Oh. Em. Gee. You were scratching it! And I walked in! I am soooo sorry.”
“Uh, no problem.” Tara pulled a face.
“Um, I came back to change because I spilled a soda down my shirt.” Tori pointed to the wet patch on her shirt. “But, um, I don’t want to stop you because, like, I know how it is when you really need it. So, just go right ahead and er, do what you gotta do.”
“Right,” Tara squeaked, because that wouldn’t be weird at all. Sure that got changed in front of each other, and sometimes there was a rush for the shower, with them all naked and trying to get in and out as fast as possible, but it wasn’t like they pleasured themselves with an audience. Well, as far as Tara knew, they didn’t.
Tori turned her back. Tara watched her friend’s shoulders move as she unbuttoned her shirt, sliding it off and tossing it into the hamper they kept by the door. Slowly, seeing as Tori wasn’t watching, she started to move the vibrator again, in and out, watching as Tori shucked her bra, her chestnut hair falling in long waves over her shoulder blades. Tori moved the vibrator faster.
With a glance over her shoulder, Tori asked, “So, does that thing have one of those vibrating functions?”
Tara nodded.
“You ever used it?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you using it now? How does it work?”
“No, I’m not using it now. You’d hear the little motor working if I was, and it’s got a button on the base that you press.”
“Oh, okay.” Tori turned around, and Tara nearly sighed at the sight of those gorgeous tits facing her. A few steps and Tori was next to her, her hand reaching between Tara’s legs.
Tara felt a little bump as Tori’s hand knocked the vibe a little further into her pussy then almost jumped when the vibrating function came on. That explained where Tori’s hand had suddenly disappeared to. Her pussy clenched in surprise, her knees buckled and she lost her balance, falling back onto the bed. “Oops.” Tori giggled. “You know we share everything right? Would it be okay if I watched? I mean I’ve thought about getting one, but I don’t know if I’ll like it.”
“I guess it would be okay.”
“Start moving that hand then, missy.”
Tara liked the cool, playful, in-charge Tori. It was a little strange at first to move the toy in and out, shallow at first then longer strokes. The vibrations were making her tingle, not just in her pussy, but spiraling all the way through her. Her nipples felt hard, and she wished they were free like Tori’s, instead of restrained in her bra. Oh, that got her thinking about Tori’s boobs again. She worked the vibrator faster, then as her pussy began to clamp down on it, she slowed and gasped, moaning as she climaxed. Her pussy clamped down so hard that she felt the toy being squeezed out until she had to pull it out the last inch or so. For a few minutes she couldn’t move, fully aware that Tori was sat on the end of her bed with a full view of her satisfied snatch.
“That had to be as good as it looked,” Tori breathed. “And you don’t even have to say thank you, or wait while a dude gets off.”
“I have no idea if it’s as good as it looks, it just feels damn great.”
“Maybe I should get one?” Tori mused.
“Try mine if you like.” Tara was surprised to hear the words come out of her mouth.
“Really?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I mean it’s yours.”
“It’s not like it’s my boyfriend, I’m not going to get jealous if it likes you more than me.”
“I guess. Move over.” Tori waited while Tara shuffled over on the narrow bed, then lay down beside her. Tara didn’t even jump when she felt Tori’s breast brush against her arm, it just felt kinda nice. “When did you shave your pussy?”
“A couple of weeks ago. I like it.”
“I’m going to do it too.”
“Stop teasing.”
“What do you mean?” Tori shuffled onto her side, supporting her head under one hand. She was so close, Tara could have reached forward and kissed her.
“Well, I kinda like girls and you’re lying there half naked, talking about your pussy.”
Tori looked down, seeming to notice for the first time she hadn’t put on a clean top. Or any top. “So, are you gay?”
“I think I’m bisexual.”
“How do you know?”
Because I get turned on whenever I see you. “Um, I just know. I’ve always been into girls and lately, it’s something I’ve been thinking about.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“Never, okay!” Tara rolled her eyes.