2 comments/ 22157 views/ 18 favorites My Toy Story By: Otazel My name is Christine and at the time of this story I was eighteen and just starting a new job in the offices of a major transport firm. I was young, naïve and innocent - well, not completely innocent, I mean I wasn't a virgin or anything, but I wasn't very sexually experienced, and to be honest the idea of having some guy huffing and puffing on top of you until he squirts his load up you was not exactly my idea of fun. I even found it a turn off to have the rough hairy chest of my first, and only, boyfriend rubbing on my own soft skin. So you can see that sex wasn't exactly at the top of my wish list. Done it, didn't like it, parked it, that was my attitude to sex and I just didn't think about it very much. Perhaps if I'd ever orgasmed with him I might have enjoyed it more, but that was something I'd only ever done for myself up to then. But maybe if I'd been more sexually active I'd also have been a bit more savvy and worldly-wise, and perhaps then I would have been suspicious when Karen invited me around to her place for coffee one evening in my first week at work, but I thought she was just being friendly to a newcomer. It never occurred to me that when a twenty seven year old invites a teenager, whom she had never met before, to visit her home, then there just has to be some ulterior motive. Oh well, hindsight and all that. Karen and I had met at the photocopier and got talking while we waited for her rather lengthy copy run to complete itself. She was a tall, slim, and extremely good looking redhead with beautiful green eyes, a disarming smile and an openly tactile nature. I mean, at different times her hand rested on both my shoulder and my arm while we stood there talking, but only with the sort of innocent touches that one might share with a friend. The upshot of our chat was that, when she discovered that I lived only a ten minute walk from her place, she invited me to call round, and I accepted because I liked her. After work I changed from my business suit (the kind I wrongly thought everyone in the office should be wearing) and put on a loose and comfortable summer skirt. I kept my white blouse on, mainly because I thought it went with the skirt, but also because I didn't want to look too scruffy for my new friend. Then, at eight on the dot, I was knocking on Karen's door. When the door opened and I was invited in, that's when I got my first surprise of the evening. Karen was wearing just a loose black towelling bathrobe. She stood back and motioned me past her. 'Come in Chris. I'm sorry you've caught me like this. I'm running a bit late and I've just had a shower. I got a bit involved in something else.' There was a strangely shy smile on her face as she said that last bit. I couldn't help but wonder what it was she'd got involved with. 'Do you want me to call back?' I asked, not sure what else to say. 'No, of course not, it's my fault. I'll get you a coffee and then I'll go get dressed.' Her living room was one of those naturally relaxing rooms where everything seemed lived in without being shabby, and it just generally felt inviting. There was a soft brown couch across in front of the open fire with a deep red leather chair either side, several occasional tables were dotted about carrying magazines, coasters, pens, and so on - the usual detritus of untidy everyday living. The only thing that struck me was that both leather chairs seemed to belong to someone, if you know what I mean, because they each had a cushion at a particular angle and different things placed beside them. Karen must have picked up on this. 'I'm not married, but I'd better explain that I do have a housemate, Tia, who shares with me. But don't worry, she's out tonight.' I wasn't worried, why should I be? She indicated for me to sit on the couch and headed for the door. 'I'll just make us some coffee.' She paused as if considering something. 'Unless you'd like a glass of wine?' 'I'd prefer wine, if I may.' I didn't, but it sounded more much grown up and sophisticated than coffee, and I was still at the "trying to impress my elders" stage. She nodded and exited, leaving me alone to look about me. I was impressed by the state of the art sound system and the fact that there were not one, but two, lap tops on the rich mahogany side table. Then I remembered about Tia. My eyes flitted around, taking in the rest of the furnishings. I must admit that the conservative dark red mahogany that Karen seemed to prefer is not to my taste, but it did lend warmth and it did suit the feel of the room. I was gazing at a large old-fashioned sideboard when I saw something that made me gasp with surprise, because there in full view, standing on its end, was a white plastic vibrator, the standard kind shaped like an eight inch pointed plastic cock, and anything more incongruous to the setting would be hard to imagine. I couldn't help but smile to myself, because at least now I'd got some idea why she was running late. Vibrators weren't something that appealed to me with my self imposed celibacy, but I wasn't so out of touch that I didn't know how popular they had become. I just hoped Karen wouldn't feel too embarrassed when she realised she'd left it out on show. I was torn between pointing it out and ignoring it, and ignoring it won out simply because of my own shyness. She bustled back in carrying a bottle and two glasses, still wearing just her robe, making me blush by bending over to put the wine down and presenting me with a brief view of two gorgeous breasts and one lovely pink tipped nipple. It wasn't seeing her boobs that made me colour up, but the fact that I found myself almost craning my neck for a better view. If she'd seen me looking I'm sure I'd have been on the receiving end of a sharp tongue, and rightly so. She opened the wine, poured a generous amount into each glass and then plonked herself down on the couch beside me. 'So, how is your first week at the office?' She asked, still apparently completely unaware that her front was partly open. 'Better than I expected.' I told her truthfully. 'Yes, it's not a bad place really.' She smiled and took a deep drink of her wine, making me feel bound to follow her example. For a little while we discussed our mutual workplace and the people there. She advised me about who was nice, who was bitchy, who had their nose tinted brown and who you could trust, and so on. It was all valuable information if I was to get on in such and environment. Once again she was very tactile, her hand resting on my arm more than once, not that I minded particularly, it was nice to feel so close to someone so quickly. She topped up our glasses each time we took a drink from them, and so that I found myself drinking more than I was used to. At one point my eyes were wandering around the room again, as you tend to do in strange surroundings, when they lit on that vibrator again. I'd pretty much forgotten about it and so when I saw it I started in surprise, making Karen's gaze follow mine. 'Oh!' She said. 'I'd forgotten about that.' I half expected her to jump up and hide it, but she simply shrugged and left it on show. Just like her state of dress, it didn't seem to bother her. 'Never mind.' She said. 'I expect you've got one too.' I shook my head, a little more vigorously than perhaps the situation demanded. 'No, I've never had one.' 'No?' She asked in surprise. 'Have you never used one?' 'Never.' I affirmed. 'You should, you'd love it.' She got up and went across to it. I must have done a good imitation of a scared rabbit, because she laughed when she turned back and saw the anxious look on my face. 'Don't worry; I'm not going to ask you to use it now or anything.' She sat down again beside me, holding the thing up for inspection. 'You know how it works, don't you?' She turned the base and I heard it buzz into life, and for all my aversion I couldn't help feeling curious about it. 'Hold your hand out.' It came out as a no nonsense instruction, sounding just like a teacher about to administer discipline, and that was probably why my hand shot out so quickly facing upwards, just like in school. She rested the toy across my palm and I felt the vibrations pulse through my flesh. It did feel good, and I could understand instantly why some women might enjoy using one elsewhere. 'Close your hand round it.' Very tentatively my fingers began to fold over it, until I was very, very lightly enclosing it in my hand. 'No, not like that.' She told me crossly. 'Hold it properly, grip it, or you won't feel a thing.' She was wrong, I could already feel quite a lot, and I was also only too aware of where it had probably been, but nevertheless my hand closed firmly around it. 'There.' She said. 'Now doesn't that feel nice?' 'Yes.' It did feel nice. Strange, but nice. 'Can you imagine what it would be like in your pussy?' I couldn't. I'd never had anything buzzing away like that on my skin before, let alone inside me. But the thought was curiously attractive rather than repulsive. 'I'm not sure.' I hedged. 'It's hard to imagine.' 'Don't you think it would feel good?' 'Well, yes, I suppose it would, but I just don't know.' I didn't want to admit it, but mentally transferring the sensation in my hand to imagine feeling it in my pussy did make it an attractive idea. But I wasn't about to admit that I was beginning to fancy trying it for myself. Karen looked at me as if I were stupid and then suddenly pulled the vibrator out of my hand before leaning further across with the tip pointing at my crotch. I instinctively closed my legs more tightly together and put my hand over myself to prevent her reaching her goal. 'For goodness sake.' She sounded exasperated. 'Move your hand.' Rather reluctantly I did as she asked. Not reluctantly because the thought of a vibrator touching me was so terrible, but reluctantly because I was already forming the prospect of doing it myself, and in private - if I ever got up the nerve to go out and buy one. But as it was, the sheer force of her older and more mature personality made me submit to her wishes. After all, she was only touching the vibrator to my clothes, not to my bare skin. Her vibrator came down at the very top of one leg and then she slid it into the vee of my thighs right on top of my pubes, although through my skirt of course. She was right about the sensation. Straight away I could feel the vibrations through my clothing. Even though the sex toy couldn't reach very far with my legs so tight shut I could still feel it stimulating the top of my pussy as far down as my clit, and I would be lying if I said it didn't feel exciting. Shocked by what was being done, but feeling somewhat shy about objecting and becoming somewhat turned on by it all too, I just let it happen, allowing my hands drop to my sides and then sitting there as if paralysed while wonderful vibrations melted my pussy. I looked up at her anxiously, my worried excitement clear on my face. She smiled back reassuringly. 'Nice, isn't it.' It sounded more statement than question, but I nodded my agreement anyway. 'Then just enjoy it for a minute or two, just to see what happens.' Afterwards I understood what she meant, but at that moment I didn't cotton on, so I settled back nervously into my seat and let her continue. She pressed down gently with the tip of the vibe and my legs parted almost of their own volition. Now she pushed my skirt down between them so that the tip of the toy was on top of my clit, and the wonderful sensations became suddenly intensified. I was getting fully aroused now, and so I just closed my eyes to hide my embarrassment and let the unaccustomed feelings wash through me. I felt her move beside me and my eyes shot open again. She had turned sideways in her seat to face me, and in doing so her robe had fallen open almost to her waist. Once again she seemed not to notice, or if she did, then she seemed not to care. But I noticed, very much I noticed, I couldn't take my eyes from her lovely full breasts with a scattering of freckles between them. Her nipples were that lovely rose pink colour that redheads tend to have, and they were conspicuously erect and very appealing. I had a sudden urge to reach out and stroke them, but I didn't have the courage, and even if I had, the sensations between my legs were growing stronger by the second and demanding my attention. It was as if, deep inside my pelvis, someone had lit a tiny fire, one that was spreading a lovely warm glow through me, coupled with just occasional flashes of intense heat that ran all along my nervous system and made me gasp each time. My legs fell further open and Karen promptly pushed the vibe further down between them, laying the barrel along my slit so that I could feel every vibration the length of my pussy, even through the layers of clothing. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feelings, not sure what was happening but enjoying it far too much to worry. It took me a while, but then I realised that for the first time in my life I was about to have an orgasm that wasn't self induced. It was like a dam that built up pressure behind it, giving wonderful enjoyment that grew stronger and stronger until the whole thing suddenly became too much and it burst, flooding my entire being with absolute ecstasy, so nice, so powerful that my body took on a life of its own. I was jolting and shuddering involuntarily so much that I actually became frightened and looked up at Karen for reassurance. She smiled back reassuringly, holding the vibe against my pussy even as it jerked about under her hand. 'It's all right.' She told me softly. 'Just let it happen, just enjoy it, ride with it.' Her unspoken promise that nothing was wrong comforted me, letting me do exactly as she suggested and ride with my climax, gasping and jerking for what seemed like forever until it finally began to pass and I could slump back into my seat, panting and trembling, and with tears of joy prickling in my eyes. She took the vibrator away from my pussy, switching it off and letting it rest on my skirt. 'I think I just came.' It had been so strong that I still needed the reassurance that what I had just experienced was normal. 'Yes, you sure did.' She giggled girlishly. 'First time with a toy?' I nodded my head mutely; embarrassed at having to confess such a thing, but glad that at long last I'd joined the ranks of normal womanhood. 'Don't worry.' She told me. 'They're like buses. You get one and then no end will come along one after the other.' I couldn't help but giggle at that, but what a brilliant prospect. For a few minutes we just rested like that while I got my breath back, on my part using the time to adjust my thoughts to what had happened. In the end Karen held up the vibrator and raised a light-hearted questioning eyebrow. 'Can you go again?' She asked me. 'I don't know.' I answered semi-truthfully. I wanted to, by God I wanted to. I'd never felt anything like that orgasm and I badly wanted to feel another the same, but couldn't expect Karen to spend her whole evening helping me catch up with what I'd missed out on. 'I bet you can.' She announced, and then her hand came down and grabbed hold of the hem of my skirt, lifting it and throwing it back to expose my legs and panties. My startled eyes shot wide, but before I had chance to react the vibrator was switched on and planted firmly back against my pussy, this time with only my thin cotton panties between me and it, and then I didn't want to react. I just sprawled back and allowed Karen press her vibrator onto me, letting myself be swept away in the flood of beautiful sensations. For a moment or two it occurred to me to wonder what Karen was getting from playing with her vibrator on me, but I kind of put it down to her enjoying the novelty of doing it and let it go at that. All I cared about was that her little toy was placed squarely onto my pussy with almost nothing between them to deaden the vibrations. I could already feel that wonderful warmth beginning to grow again. I looked into Karen's eyes, seeing a knowing look that told me she knew it was going to happen for me for a second time. 'Does that feel good?' She asked. 'Very.' I gasped out. 'Want it to feel even better?' I was confused, how in hell could it ever feel better? But I nodded anyway, after all this was an evening of discovery. Her next actions surprised me greatly. She turned the vibe off and slid from the couch to kneel in front of me, getting tangled in her robe at the same time by kneeling on it. I suppose I expected her to stand up again to disentangle herself, but instead she just shrugged and lifted the offending knee before she pulled the belt undone and slid the robe from her shoulders, leaving herself crouching naked in a puddle of black towelling. I stared at her in surprise, primarily marvelling at her beautiful figure, but also admiring her lack of self-consciousness. But before I could do more than just take in the view she had reached forward to pull down my skirt zip and take hold of the waistband. 'Ease up.' She instructed. I guessed what she was going to do, and I was too turned on to mind. I wasn't sure if she wanted to take my panties off as well, though part of me hoped she might, but my skirt was unquestionably going to join her robe. I lifted my hips and let her start to pull it down, feeling thrilled when she sought out the top of my panties and eased them down too. My heart started to hammer at the thought of being practically naked in company, but I knew it was from excitement rather than fear and I welcomed it. Within moments the only clothes we had on between us were my blouse and my bra, and it suddenly seemed so unreasonable to keep them on. I've never undone my buttons so quickly, especially considering how much my hands were shaking, but it seemed that my blouse was off almost before I'd made my decision, and then I was reaching behind to unfasten my bra. I stared at Karen, taking in her nakedness, feeling excitement rush through me that we were now naked together, and she seemingly not caring that I stared at her. But then, she was openly looking at my body too, her eyes going from my breasts, a little smaller even than hers, to my legs and belly, before they settled on the brown curls at the join of my thighs. I was still fighting an urge to touch her, and her gaze was not helping me control my arousal. I was worried that if I did lose control and reach out for her my action might actually be unwanted and then everything might stop. I still wasn't quite sure why she was doing these things for me, or for that matter, why I was letting her. I knew she was taking pleasure in it, her breathing betrayed her satisfaction, but I had no idea why and whatever her reason, I was having a wonderful evening. 'Sit back.' She told me. Her voice sounded a little odd, as if she had read my mind and was trying to forestall anything I might do, so I kept my hands to myself and did as I was told, my pussy now throbbing from anticipation. Her hand came out to rest on my inner thigh, pushing it back and making sure I couldn't close my legs, and then the other hand brought the vibrator into direct contact with my naked pussy, pressing it against my clitoris. She'd promised that the sensations would be even better and they were, although I suppose the difference was more psychological than actual because my panties had been so thin anyway. But knowing her vibrator was in contact with my bare flesh seemed to amplify the vibrations out of all proportion, and I was instantly brought back to the point of nearly coming. Karen didn't seem to want me to come too quickly, because she immediately stopped doing it so hard and began to tease me, slowly and gently running the vibe up and down my slit, her eyes following it as it drifted along my pussy, pausing for a few seconds at the entrance to my vagina before travelling up to my clit, waiting again, and then skating back right down to my perineum on its way back to my vagina. I was hovering on the verge of coming and I lifted my hips, trying to draw it into me, but Karen simply rode with it, smiling as I tried to get myself penetrated. I could hear myself gasping and groaning, nearly pleading to be brought off, but still she kept me there on the brink of coming. My Toy Story But then, just as I was beginning to think she would torture me forever, she placed the tip of the vibrator at my entrance and pushed hard, thrusting it right inside me and then holding it there with her palm flat across the base. I'd never felt that before, the sensation of a sex toy vibrating inside my body, and my reaction was immediate. I came, for the second time that day and the just second time in my whole life if you discount masturbation, I climaxed. It was that same powerful feeling, the same intense sensation of warmth and pressure that kept on growing until it overflowed to send torrents of sheer ecstasy washing along my nervous system. I couldn't help it, I reacted in just the same way as before, calling out my pleasure, my body jolting and juddering as my nerves overloaded, and then finally collapsing back in my seat, shaking as if naked in a snowstorm and grinning like a mad woman. 'See, told you that you could,' Karen laughed at her own success. 'Okay.' I gasped. 'You were right. But I couldn't take another like that for a while.' She giggled again, the same musical giggle that I'd heard earlier. 'I wouldn't expect you to. Just relax for a bit.' She leaned over for the wine bottle, her gorgeous breasts dangling temptingly as she topped up our glasses on the table beside me, emptying the bottle. We sat drinking our wine, completely naked, and as Karen showed no signs of wanting to cover up, then neither did I. 'I enjoyed seeing you come.' She said abruptly, making me blush. 'I enjoyed it too.' It was true, I had. But I suppose with never having orgasmed that way before, it was such a mind-blower that any circumstances would have been enjoyable 'Would you like to see me come?' That was out of the blue, something I'd really not expected, and it took me a few seconds before I could answer, and even then I answered before I'd thought it through. I should have understood what it entailed, but I didn't. 'I'd love to.' 'Here you are then.' She handed me the vibrator and opened her legs. 'Will you help me out? Doing it to you has got me so bloody hot I've just got to get off.' My mouth opened to object, but my hand closed around the vibrator and I felt the most amazing surge of excitement, and so I closed it again. It was way outside of my comfort zone to use a vibrator on another woman, but I discovered abruptly that I wanted to do it. In any case, after what she'd done for me by helping me it was a small price to pay even if I'd found it distasteful, which I didn't. I twisted the base of the vibe, turning it on as I had seen her do, and leaned over to use it on her. 'No, kneel in front of me, it'll be easier.' I did as I was told, crouching before her rather then kneeling, with one hand on her thigh to steady myself. At first I just looked at her pussy. It was different to mine, not that I'd ever seen mine from this angle and so close up. For one thing her pubic hair was sandy coloured and relatively sparse compared with my own dark bush, and for another her inner labia were longer, making a sort of delta shape around a relatively prominent clitoris. Fleetingly I remembered I'd once been told that the bigger a girl's clitoris, the bigger her climax, and for a split second I felt almost jealous, until I realised that a climax bigger than the two I'd just had would be too much anyway. Her outer labia were quite large too, although I think a lot of it was puffiness from her arousal, and she was certainly aroused because her vagina was visibly open and very wet from her juices. I raised the vibrator and rather gingerly placed the tip onto her clit, feeling her jerk as the vibrations hit her. It was nice to get such a positive reaction, because I was more than a little bit apprehensive about using it on her, unsure of exactly what to do. 'Yes, that's nice.' She whispered, smiling down, her hands closing over her own breasts. 'Just play with me with it.' I did then as she had done earlier, running it up and down her slit, from her vagina to her clitoris and back, probing under her clitoral hood with the tip, feeling her jump from the sensation, then using it to investigate her folds and run around the entrance to her hole. I was unexpectedly enjoying myself, using the sex toy on her, and I loved hearing her pleasure sounds, the little gasps and grunts that she made as I traced her slit. I felt almost superior when I could tell that she was getting hotter and hotter as a result of my actions. In my mind was the memory of her slamming it right inside me when I was on the verge of coming, and I had every intention of doing exactly the same thing, and so I was taking notice of the intensity of her responses. It wasn't as easy as it sounds, for she was reacting much more blatantly than I had and I was finding it difficult to tell how close she was. I mean, I was inexperienced in almost all things orgasmic and so watching her gripping hard hold of her own nipples and twisting them made me believe that she must be close. But she wasn't, she just liked the pain, and soon her pelvis was giving little jerks and thrusts, sometimes hard enough to almost dislodge the vibe. I just hoped I could time it right, because I really, really wanted to give her the same incredible pleasure that I had enjoyed. I was even tempted at one point to lean forward and lick her slit, knowing instinctively that it would probably make her come, and then shocking myself at the thought. I restrained myself, mentally giving myself a slap on the wrists and wondering where that impulse had come from. It must be said though, she did look enticing. Fortunately, when she got closer to coming she began to let me know, perhaps realising I wasn't skilled enough to be sure by myself, and that returned my attention to what I was doing. 'I'm getting close.' She cautioned me. I stopped sliding the vibe along her slut and concentrated instead on her clitoris, touching the tip of the vibe to the head of her button where it emerged from its hood. She liked that, I could tell she liked that because her movements became more erratic and her moans deeper. 'I'm going to come.' I still kept the vibe against her clit, but I readied myself to move it and ram it into her vagina. We stayed like that for a couple more minutes and then she started to twitch and jerk, her breath becoming irregular and her fingers just digging themselves into the soft flesh of her breasts. 'I'm coming.' She gasped suddenly. I hastily trailed the tip of the vibe down her slit until it reached her gaping entrance, and just rammed it home, holding it in with my palm just as she had done. 'God yes!' Her hips lifted from the couch and she grabbed at my free hand, holding it onto her leg and biting into it with her nails, her other hand mauling at her breast. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open, and her forehead lined with concentration as her orgasm flooded through her. I watched, bursting with pride at my achievement, holding the vibrator inside her until her pelvis came down and stopped twitching and her eyes finally reopened. Then I just turned it off without removing it and crouched there, still holding inside her pussy. Don't ask me why I did that, I still have no idea, unless it was that I just didn't want it to end at that point. It wasn't until she placed her hand on my wrist and gently pushed me away that I finally let it slip out of her hole. 'Well, there's one thing.' She exhaled noisily through pursed lips. 'You might not have tried one before, but you've very quickly learned just how good a little toy can be.' Remembering the pleasure it had given me, I was thinking it was more the person using it that the toy itself, but I didn't say so. My bent legs were getting stiff and so I clambered to my feet and sat on the couch beside her before I answered. 'It's better than my last boyfriend, that's for sure.' I didn't mention that my last boyfriend had also been my first boyfriend. 'Oh, they're more reliable than any man.' She smiled. 'More variety too.' 'More variety?' I knew they came in different shaped and colours, but as far as I knew were all basically artificial penises. 'How many varieties of cock can there be?' She giggled for a moment and then, after a short hesitation, she stood up, reaching for my hand to pull me to my feet too. 'Come on, I'll show you something.' Feeling very exposed I looked to find my panties, but she shook her head, pulling me towards the door. 'You won't need your clothes yet.' I followed her up the stairs, watching her shapely bottom move before me and feeling a completely inappropriate buzz of excitement at the thought that she might be taking me to her bedroom. She was, and it was a lovely feminine room with pastel colours and soft furnishings, all set off with swags of pink material draped above the windows and over the double bed. I liked the room, especially the bed, with its lace trimmed pillows, duvet and valance. I couldn't help but notice that it was laid with two sets of pillows, however. So although Karen wasn't married, she obviously didn't always want to sleep alone. She led me across to an old cherry wood chest of drawers that stood beside the bed and pulled open the top one. 'Take a look.' I looked, and my mouth dropped open with surprise. It was full of sex toys. As I might have expected, there were several vibrators of different size and colour, but that was not all by a long way. I didn't know the names of them then, but I saw a pair of chrome balls tethered together with a short string, an egg shaped one with a kind of long pink tail, one with twin shafts in parallel, a long purple one that looked as though it were made of a kind of jelly and seemed to have a cock head at each end, and more besides. 'You see?' She asked. 'There's quite a variety.' 'Yes, isn't there.' I gasped in wonder. 'I wouldn't know what to do with most of them.' 'Well, they're fairly self explanatory. This one for instance.' She picked up the twin one. 'This is if you happen to like both holes filled at the same time.' When the penny dropped I gasped audibly at the thought. 'And the egg.' She went on. 'Which has a separate remote control around here somewhere? You put that inside you under your clothes, then either you or someone else can switch it on anytime, and nobody about you is any the wiser.' 'Someone else?' I couldn't quite get my head around that. 'Yes, if you've got the nerve. Give it to whoever you're with and then they can turn it on, and turn you on, wherever you are. Even at the supermarket checkout if they're mischievous enough. It can be quite exhilarating.' 'My God.' I was certainly getting an education. She paused, as if weighing something up. 'Did you notice this one?' She pulled out what looked like a vibrator in a tangle of straps. I hadn't noticed it, but now I watched while she sorted the straps out and then held it in front of her pubes. 'This one is for one girl to use on another.' She stopped at that point as if waiting for me to say something, but I was just standing staring at her and it while all the bits fell heavily into place. I looked again at the layout of the bed, and then I looked at the strap-on dildo, and my mind's eye saw again the double ended toy, one end for each of two girls I suddenly realised, and I put it all together. Suddenly I knew what she was, and shockingly, I recognized what I was - and still am. No wonder sex with boys didn't hold any charms for me. 'You...' I began, stuttering. 'You... You're into girls, aren't you?' 'Yes.' She smiled at my confusion. 'I thought you'd understood. And so are you, aren't you?' 'I'm not sure.' I was pretty sure, but the discovery was so sudden that I just didn't want to say it out loud. 'Maybe.' 'And Tia?' I asked abruptly, hurting as understanding came. 'She's not just your housemate, is she?' 'No.' Karen shook her head. 'She's not just my housemate. She's my lover.' I fell silent, just standing trying to take it all in, wondering about myself more than anything. I knew Karen was right, and it was making sense to me that I had lesbian inclinations, I'd looked at other women and found the attractive often enough, and I'd even been eying Karen's breasts up only a short while before, so why hadn't I acknowledged the truth? It had taken a sudden pang of jealousy about Karen and Tia to bring it home to me. I guess being gay was difficult to admit to myself when I'd ducked the truth all this time. Karen stood and looked at me, obviously wanting me to accept what had happened but not knowing quite what I was thinking, and then getting completely the wrong end of the stick. 'Don't worry.' She said finally. 'We're not exclusive to each other; we have an open relationship. She knows that you're calling around this evening and she knows what I hoped would happen.' That made it all the worse. Karen had seen my gay tendencies before I had, and that just made me feel ridiculous. Why hadn't I known it myself? I didn't mind what I was, in fact the knowledge of it made me feel more relaxed about things that had been bothering me for years. I had known, I just hadn't let myself admit it, and now I felt so stupid for hiding it from myself when it was so obvious to other people. I felt my eyes prickle and suddenly tears were streaming down my face. 'Oh baby.' Karen dropped the dildo and moved forward, her arms outstretched. 'Don't cry.' I'm not sure that she understood what I was crying about, and for that matter at that moment I'm not absolutely sure I was either, but I found myself stumbling into her embrace and sobbing into her shoulder. When I thought about it later I realised I was crying from the shock of self discovery, the sudden revelation of what I'd been hiding from myself and supposedly from the world, and the absolute relief of bringing it into the open, and silly as it may sound, from the sudden understanding that I could have a normal physical relationship, albeit with someone of my own sex. My crying jag didn't last long, but whilst it did Karen stood there and held me close, murmuring meaningless comforting noises into my ear and stroking my hair until it subsided and I stood there, snuffling and feeling foolish. 'I'm being silly, aren't I?' I whispered finally. 'Not if it helps, no.' She reassured me, one hand running quietly up and down my back. We stood together embracing silently, the contact reminding me, now that I was noticing things again, that we were both still naked. I could feel her breasts against mine, firm nipples pressing into my skin, and the soft swell of her belly touching my own. I could even feel the light touch of her pubic hair. It felt good, reassuring and right. I began to stroke her back, feeling her soft skin under my hands, and she responded by doing the same. I pulled my head back and looked at her, seeing her eyes full of warmth and concern. She leaned hesitantly towards me, unsure of what my response might be, but I had been thinking the same and my mouth came forward to meet hers. That kiss lit the fuse. That's the only way of putting it. It unleashed the need in her that she had held back all evening and the hunger in me that I'd suppressed for so very much longer. It was a bruising, all consuming kiss. Our lips mashed together, mouths were open, tongues probing, dancing, merging and fencing. We pushed ourselves hard into each other, our hands roaming over backs, legs thrust between legs and our torsos squirming in an effort to get even closer. The bed was behind us and it was inevitable that we would fall onto it. I landed on my back and she half on top and half beside me. I spread my legs and pulled her over me, wanting to feel her body pressing me into the bed, wanting to envelop her between my thighs, wanting, I suppose, to unashamedly fuck her. She didn't land quite how I expected her to, but then that's probably because she knew more than I did. She ended up on top of me with one of her legs between mine and one of mine between hers. A little wriggle and she had us each with thigh pressed against pussy. Her lips found mine again and as we kissed she started to thrust, deliberately rubbing her pussy on my thigh and at the same time rubbing her leg against my pussy. I soon became aware of wet juices on my thigh where her pussy was rubbing back and forth; telling me how much she was enjoying what we were doing. It was getting to me too, the thrill of what we were doing, so new to me, made me gasp into her mouth with the sheer joy of it. Very soon I felt the signs of yet another orgasm growing inside me, but this one would be my first from making love with another girl, and I could tell it was going to be a strong one. In the end it happened to her before me. She came hard, gasping loudly into my ear, pushing herself so forcefully onto my leg that I had to push back as much as I could just to stop her pressing it down. But I didn't mind, in fact it gave me a buzz to know that she'd been able to use me to reach a climax, and so I just held tightly on to her as she went through it, feeling my own building in the background. Happily she didn't just collapse on top of me, or roll away from me, when her orgasm finally subsided. She must have known I was getting close, because she purposely held her leg tight up against my pussy to let me rub myself off on it. She held me just as tight as I'd held her, so that I could feel her body on mine, firm breasts and hard nipples pressing against my skin, warm belly touching mine and sliding on it as we thrust against each other. She kept her hands hooked under my shoulders to keep me close and then, as her breathing returned to normal, she began to whisper encouragement in my ear, telling me how nice I was, how lovely my legs felt, and how glad she was that I was there. 'Me too.' I managed to answer that one. 'Are you going to come?' 'Yes.' I gasped. She knew I was, she only asked to make me say so. 'Soon?' 'Very soon?' I nodded beneath her, staring up into eyes gazing back like bright emeralds in her face. She smiled, parting her lips and then licking them sensuously as I rubbed myself faster and harder on her leg. 'I'm coming.' I told her, feeling the pleasure about to spill over into my long awaited climax. She didn't say anything, she simply fastened her mouth over mine, forcing her tongue between my lips, knowing that I would have to come as she kissed me. I did come, as hard as ever, gasping and moaning into her mouth, gulping for air around her lips, and jerking and shuddering beneath her. The sensations were so powerful, so overwhelming, that I almost expected Karen to be feeling them as well. As it was, she must have felt my nails raking her back and even the roughness of my pubes scraping back and forth over the tender skin of her thigh. But she didn't complain, she simply held me and kissed me until it was over and I subsided, panting for breath and trembling like a leaf. Then she rolled to one side so that we lay next to each other, gazing tenderly at each other with her hand finding mine. We lay like that for a few minutes and then, as if by some signal, we turned and wrapped our arms around each other. 'Was it worth calling for that coffee?' She asked with a smile. 'You know - the one you never got.' 'Was it ever.' I told her in all seriousness. 'You have no idea how good this has been for me, no idea at all.' She didn't have, she couldn't have, any idea what the evening had meant for me. How could she have known that I had been able to be myself, to relax and enjoy my sexuality for the first time in my life? It had been a shock, an eye-opener, and it had been emotionally draining, but it marked a turning point after which I no longer had to deny myself to anyone, not even myself. A lot of things have happened since that night, both with Karen and with others, but I will never forget my first lesbian session with that beautiful redhead.