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Unlocking Tally Ch. 01

By: NerdyNymph



"Tally, you okay out here?"

It was an understandable question for Claire to ask. She and the rest of my friends were inside the hotel room, talking and laughing up a storm, while I was standing outside on the balcony. It's not even like I had a decent excuse for doing so. The barren landscape of my tiny desert town didn't make for much of a few. Besides, I was the maid of honor. The whole party was supposed to be my responsibility. Yet, here I was, feeling uncomfortable as usual.

"Yeah, I'm good," I told Claire. "Just getting some air. It's getting kinda warm in there. I'll be in here in a bit."

"Cool," she said, and headed back inside through the sliding glass door. I could still hear giggles and laughter coming from inside. It was an excuse, sure, but based in truth. There were about seven women all crammed into what was assuredly the best room the Day's Inn had to offer. But the heat itself wasn't what drove me outside.

Rei's presents. That's what did it.

It was a bachelorette party, I get that. And I also get that I probably wasn't the best person to ask when it came to putting one together. My general shyness combined with a Mormon upbringing meant that my "wild side" usually involved having a single drink, at home, by myself. I was nervous when Marie made me her maid of honor. People were going to be bored with my inevitably lame-ass party!

Luckily, Rei showed up.

She'd always been the more...open of our group, let's say. Never one to let society's labels or standards get her down, Rei was always out and proud, whether it be about her weight or her sexual orientation or anything else for that matter. There didn't seem to be a single aspect of Rei that was kept on the "down low."

I couldn't believe I'd just used the phrase "down low."

Regardless, if any one of our group was going to bring the wild side to this particular get-together, it was going to be her, and when she'd arrived at the hotel room holding a veritable goodie-bag full of suspiciously-shaped packages, that supposition was confirmed.

According to her, she had caught a "fantastic sale" at the adult bookstore just outside of town, and decided to celebrate Marie's upcoming nuptials by making a run on the place. While the rest of the girls giggled as she brought out each mysterious present, I scrunched up in my seat, getting more and more uncomfortable. Sex wasn't something I had, well, any experience with, and the whole thing was rather new to me. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I'd thought. Maybe there would just be a few funny little penis-shaped novelty cakes or something. I'd seen that in movies, right? Maybe?

"Wow, that is a HUGE butt plug!" Marie said as she unwrapped her first gift.

That's when I left.

But I was feeling guilty. If Claire had come out to check on me, that must have meant that my absence was noted. And, after all, today wasn't about me. Today was about Marie and her happiness and blah blah blah stupid friend stuff.

Fine, I thought as I opened the door to the hotel room again and stepped inside. Unfortunately, the festivities weren't quite over. The group appeared to be scrutinizing one item in particular. It looked like a belt of some kind, with a heart shaped plastic piece on front and various other accoutrements that were completely foreign to me.

"Okay, so that I actually have used before," Rei pointed out.

"I don't even know what it is, much less how to use it."

"It's a chastity belt," she stated as though this fact should have been readily apparent to us. "Really? Nobody?"

"You're kinda on your own there, Rei," Marie said with a shrug.

"There's actually a funny story with that," Rei began, taking another swig of her drink. "This was when I was still living with my girlfriend in New York. I was staying with her at her parent's house while I looked for a place, and one day I was all by myself and I thought: 'Hey, I should wash the chastity belt.'"

"As you do," Ariel interjected.

"Exactly! It's about good hygiene, really," Rei continued. "So, anyway, I'm standing over the sink, scrubbing this thing down, when, all of a sudden, her dad comes through the door!"

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I just sorta stood there," she said, imitating a frozen expression. "And he looked at me, then looked down at what I was holding, then looked back at me, and just left the room. It was great."

"Did he know what it even was?" Ariel asked.

"I don't know, but I mean, it's a belt, shaped like a heart, with little heart shaped locks on it. I'm sure it didn't look good."

And so the bachelorette party went on, with each new toy brought out eliciting more gasps and laughter. There were all manner of strange and foreign devices, each a bit more risqué than the last. The last present was a particularly huge specimen. Everyone in the room looked at each other with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

"Tell me that's a whole bunch of gifts in one big box," Marie said to Rei as she was handed the gift.

"Nope," Rei replied cheerfully. "This one's special." She glanced over in my direction. "Hey, Tally, you're big into the Avengers, right?"

I blushed and look down. It was true, although the sudden refocusing of the group's attention didn't thrill me. "Um...yeah. Yes. I am."

Rei began tearing the wrapping paper off the gift. "Well, feast your eyes on..." Her voice deepened to an almost comical level. "The Incredible Hulk"

The room filled with gasps and laughter as the gift was produced. I don't know what else I'd be expecting with that name, but there it was. A huge green penis. It had to be a foot long, two inches across, and covered in realistically rendered veins. Maybe someone would be aroused by that. My first reaction was a fear response.

Possibly sensing my hesitation, Marie decided to be an excellent best friend and command the attention of the group. She took the large plastic dong in hand, and held it out in front of her.

"That's my secret, Captain," she began, doing a fairly terrible yet charming Mark Ruffalo impersonation. She then raised the hand holding the end of the floppy green toy, making it look more...erect. "I'm always horny." The room burst out in laughter, and I tried desperately to find new depths of my chair to sink into.

Clearly, I was out of my element here.

Fortunately, that was the final gift, and the rest of the night passed mostly without incident. There was some rum involved, as well as pretty much every episode of Supernatural where Jared Padalecki took his shirt off, but, eventually, people began drifting off to sleep. It ended up being a fun night, even if my involvement in that fun was minimal.

The next morning, everyone began filing out of the hotel room. Normal lives to return to and all that. Unfortunately, Marie was blocking the exit, the large stack of gifts from Rei next to her.

"Nope. Sorry. I am not taking all of these home with me. Thank you, Rei, but this is just too many sex toys."

"Eh, I figured as much," Rei said with a shrug and a smile.

"So you all are taking some of these home with you. Grab whichever ones you want on your way out."

I sort of clenched up in fear at this. Intellectually, I knew it was silly. To start with, there was nothing intrinsically scary about them. They were just plastic, after all. Plastic in a very specific shape, but plastic nonetheless. Plus, I could just throw whatever one I got away as soon as I was out of sight. That would be pretty dang easy. Easy peasy lemon-squeezy, even. My thoughts seemed to get goofier as I got closer to the front of the line of people heading out the door and the nerves started to take over.

My plan was to simply pass by unnoticed. "Thanks, Marie. Had fun! Bye!" I tried to scoot out the door, but found Marie's arm there, blocking me.

"You're not getting away that easy, Tal. Come one, everyone has to take something." My face scrunched up with discomfort, and Marie lowered her voice to a whisper. "I know you're not into this whole thing, Tal, but I really do need to get rid of some of these. Just, you know, grab you one. Might do you some good."

I looked up at her, skeptically.

"Please, for me. It would be a really good maid-of-honor-y thing to do."

I let out a large, exasperated sigh. "Fine."

"Thanks," she said chipperly.

I took a quick glance at the now-smaller yet still intimidating pile of adult toys. Try as I might to fight it, my religious upbringing was still triggering an instinct to look away whenever I saw anything remotely sexual, so focusing on choosing one from the bunch was difficult. Eventually, I settled on the least intimidating one I could find: a small purple vibrator. Smooth, plastic shape. No realistic veins popping out, no strange, indecipherable attachments. Just something basic. I stuffed the thing as far down into my purse as I could.

"Call me if you need any help with the flowers tomorrow!" I blurted out, and rushed out the door, my head lowered in embarrassment.

"See ya, Tal!" Marie called after me, chuckling. I must have looked like an idiot. Right now, though, I didn't care. Right now, I just wanted to rush out of that building. It felt like I was smuggling a loaded gun in my purse as I speed-walked out the front door and into the parking lot. Like I was carrying an armed bomb. I had to get rid of it.

But I didn't get rid of it. I don't know why. Maybe I was just too embarrassed to stop anywhere. As though someone would see me in the brief window of time where I was throwing the toy away, and word would spread. I mean, it was a small town. Rumors were common. But I didn't have a good reason why anyone would care about what I did, or how they would see me in such a brief instant. Still, I just kept the thing in the bottom of my bag, and headed home.

When I got there, I gave a brief greeting to my mom. I was worried she would somehow...I don't know, suspect something if I stuck around too long. As though there were plastic penis rays emitting from my bag that she could somehow detect. That's what being sheltered does, I suppose. She asked me how the party went, I told her it went fine, then quickly ducked into my room. If anything, she probably thought I was drunk or stoned or something. That would be easier to deal with, sadly.

It's not as though it was her business, though. I mean, sure, I was still living at my parents' house, but I was twenty-four years old. I was an adult. Been one for a while now. It's just, you know, times were tough. It's not so easy to get a job in today's economy. It was a perfectly valid lifestyle choice, even if it meant not really having any independence.

Truth be told, it was tough getting out at all these days. I wasn't very social, because, well, I couldn't be. Somehow I'd ended up with the night shift at work, and, as such, wasn't really available during the times when most people would go and hang out and get together. My friends kept telling me I needed to get a boyfriend, but I wasn't sure how I was supposed to do that, given that most dates didn't happen in the middle of the day.

But I still managed to have my fun, and I was reminded of such as I walked into my room, which was decorated with various geeky paraphernalia. There were plenty of decorations strewn about, from action figures of comic book heroes to Doctor Who props to various little bits and bobs from all the games I liked. I probably had enough Kingdom Hearts merch to open my own store at this point.

Before I could get to any of the fun times, however, I had to dispense of my Hazardous Material. I went over to my dresser, and, checking to make sure the door was closed, the blinds were down, and no surveillance equipment had suddenly appeared, I took the purple vibrator out of my bag, gave it a quick glance, and hid it away.

Turns out, it wasn't that simple.

I'd taken the whole day after the bachelor party off work, mostly because I figured there'd be some sort of recovery involved. But, truth be told, none of us had ended up that drunk. I was a lightweight by any standards, but none of the other girls were really heavy drinkers either. As such, it ended up being a hangover-free evening. What that meant was that I'd ended up with a day off work and a lot of time to kill. I started off by catching up on my comics, checking Tumblr, and playing a bit of Minecraft, but none of it could solve the problem I was having. None of it sufficiently distracted me from the events of last night.

Goddamn it, I couldn't stop thinking about sex toys.

It was annoying. Most of the thoughts were purely intellectual in nature. A lot of the toys Rei brought were things I had never even seen before, much less considered using on myself or others. There was some sort of ring that Marie was supposed to use on her husband. I didn't know what that was for. There were clamps that were supposed to go...somewhere. I didn't know where. It was almost a purely intellectual curiosity. Almost an anthropology study.

Almost.

As much as I hated to admit it to myself, some of the items on display did intrigue me in...non-intellectual ways. I might never have had a boyfriend but that didn't mean I was completely...dry down there. I'd touched myself a few times. The first time scared the hell out of me, or, rather, scared the hell in to me, as I thought that my late night indiscretion would damn me forever. But, eventually, I became more and more comfortable with it, probably thanks to all of the erotic fanfics and fanart I'd seen on Tumblr. I didn't do it that often, but there was a part of me that enjoyed some self-inflicted fun every once and a while. And, try as I might, I couldn't stop the thoughts of those toys from eliciting that familiar downstairs tingly feeling.

Damn it, Tally. Have some self-control.

I looked over at the clock. It was one in the morning now. I'd managed to lounge around for an entire day. Not my proudest moment. Still, I was a night owl by nature, so being up this late wasn't a big deal to me. I just had to last a few more hours until my regular bedtime, and then I could start a fresh day with stuff to do to keep my mind of sex, toys, and the intersection of the two. I could get rid of the dull ache in my crotch if I just held out for a little while longer.

And then I came across that goddamn fan art.

It came across my Tumblr dash innocently enough. Well, as innocent as a sexy drawing of Loki and Tony Stark could be. But it wasn't intended for me. I just happen to follow the Frostiron shipping tag, and, well, sometimes we fans could get a bit...creative.

Still, I couldn't deny the effect it was having on me. The picture was of a roughed-up looking Tony Stark, shirt long since discarded, with a look of passion on his face. Behind him, an equally shirtless Loki, a look of almost malevolent glee on his face. The drawing wasn't completely explicit, but, given both men's expressions, nudity, and pose, it wasn't hard to figure out the idea here. Clearly, there was some thrusting happening, and it probably wasn't aimless.

I bit my lip, letting out a sigh as my heart began beating rather quickly. It's true that this particular pairing did do a lot for me. Maybe it was the characters themselves, maybe because the actor who played Loki in the movies was just incredibly hot. Either way, I started to feel a flush emanating from between my legs. Now was probably not the time. It's not like I was alone in the house or anything.

On the other hand...that picture was really hot.

Screw it. A few clicks later, I was at my favorite Frostiron blog, browsing the NC-17 section. There was a new fanfic I hadn't read yet. What better place to start?

It was a fairly simple story, all things considered. The two of them stranded somewhere, having to huddle in a cave, a "well, body heat will keep us warm" scenario. But it was doing the trick. What the author lacked in originality they made up for in storytelling granularity. Lots of excellent descriptions of heaving chests, rippling muscles, and sweaty bodies.

Almost absentmindedly, my hand drifted down the crotch of the sweatpants I was currently wearing. The thin fabric gave little resistance as I began gently running my fingers up and down my increasingly moist mound. I could feel the fabric getting more and more damp the further I scrolled down in the story. Once I reached the point where both characters were naked, their bodies pressed up against each other, I knew that outside stimulation wasn't going to cut it anymore.

Slowly, I untied the drawstring on my pajama pants. I could feel the rough texture of my pubic hair as I ran my hand down my front, until, with a tingle, I felt my fingers reach their destination.

The story had done its job. I was fairly wet already. I continued reading, lightly tracing the outline of my lips as I did so. My fingers pressed harder and harder against my slick pussy, until, finally, at the moment of penetration in the story, I slid one tentative finger inside myself.

"Ah!" I let out a small sigh at the initial intrusion. I extracted my digit, rubbed my outer lips a bit more to get them slick with my wetness, then slipped both it and a second finger back into my hole. Normally, I would go in for more clitoral stimulation, but something about tonight was making me yearn for more. I needed to be filled. I slipped a third finger in as well, feeling my inner walls gripping me tight.

But it wasn't working.

The story was hot, and the pleasure of my busy fingers was certainly there. But it wasn't enough. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take myself the rest of the way like this.

My eyes shifted over to the dresser drawer.

No. It was a joke. A gag gift. Not something to actually be used. But...why not use it? It was just sitting in there.

With a sigh and a wet "squeak" sound, I pulled my fingers out of myself. That aching need was still there, made all the worse by my stopping halfway through. I wiped my arousal off on the side of my sweatpants, and walked over to the dresser, opening the drawer with some trepidation. In my rush to get it out of sight when I got home, my first idea was to put it at the bottom of my "random junk" drawer and cover it with stuff. The idea was good, in my opinion, for two reasons. First, I didn't want to put the toy in my underwear drawer, because that's the first place someone would check. Second, putting a fake penis in a "junk" drawer was kinda funny.

Before too long (and after grabbing a set of batteries that I figured would be handy), the box was uncovered, and, sitting inside the clear plastic case, was my new purple friend. I picked up the box, removed the top cover, and took out the small vibrator.

It felt strange in my hand. I'd expected a hard plastic, but this was more soft. Porous, almost? The exact specifications of manufactured plastic weren't my area of expertise. Still, it was more inviting than I had been expecting. Less of a hard, plastic instrument and more of an...accessory. Still, this was kind of a turning point, and my nerves were going off appropriately. While a few teenage years spent doing Taekwondo had removed the physical barrier, this was going to be the first time I'd actually be...penetrated. I felt my excitement build as I removed the batteries from their flimsy cardboard case, and unscrewed the bottom of the toy.

After fumbling around for a bit, I managed to get the batteries into the vibrator. My hands are shaking with anticipation, but I was able to screw the cap back on. Wanting to give the sensation a quick test before its trip southward, I hit the button on the vibrator's base.

"Ooh!" the force of the buzzing is surprising. I was expecting something a little more subtle, but this...well, this certainly had some verve to it. I debated my options; would it be better to start the vibrations before I actually put it inside myself, or after? I supposed that it didn't matter. It's not as though this vagina was a rental that I would have to turn in the next day. If one way wasn't satisfactory, I could try both.


Unlocking Tally Ch. 01



I quickly stripped out of my oversized shirt and pajama pants, and started to head back over to my computer desk. One look at the leather chair, however, and I started to have second thoughts about my choice of fondling locations. I had a glimpse into the future, and the idea of leather sticking to my more sensitive areas didn't sound great, and, one quick jaunt to my closet to grab a robe later, I found myself in a much more appealingly cotton-cushioned seating arrangement.

With my left hand clutching the toy and my right hand on the mouse, I resumed my story. Already, the characters I was reading about were pulling ahead of me in the orgasm department. Loki had finished the oral exam of the yarn, leaving Mr. Stark satisfied in a way that flew in the face of established canon. As the Trickster God positioned himself behind his paramore in the story, I began running the vibrator along my slit.

I'd usually savor the teasing parts of a good fanfic, but there was somewhere I needed to be. I practically skimmed the next few sentences, until I got to the point I was waiting for. The comic book supervillain thrust into his target, and, in kind, I thrust the plastic phallus into myself.

My first thought was: Whoa! Should have gone a bit slower there! There was a tightness issue to be sure.

My second thought, after the discomfort settled down a bit: oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This was what I needed. I was done with just fingers. Waves of pleasure swept over my entire body as I began moving the toy in and out of myself. Not only were the sensations incredible. Not only did the feeling of bliss as the toy reached as far as it could go send shivers through my mind and body. But also, just knowing that I was doing this was the most delightfully perverse feeling I'd ever experienced. I could smell the hot scent of my sex wafting up to me, and I could hear the wet sounds coming from my pussy as I plunged the vibrator inside. I wanted to scream, but the fear of waking someone up prevented me from doing so. Problem was, that only made it even more intense. The short gasps that escaped as I rolled my head back in my chair, mouth open with arousal, made me feel passionate, dangerous, and so, so erotic. Even despite the intense pleasure I was feeling now, I managed to pause for a moment.

There were still two things left to do: I had two buttons to hit.

The first was the button on the bottom of the vibrator. I knew how it felt when I did my little test run earlier, and I could only imagine how it would feel when it was actually inside me. I braced myself, then hit the button.

It was hard to keep from screaming as the vibrations from the toy went off inside my pussy. I could feel every pulse of the toy, and, god, it felt so damn good. I let out a growl from deep in the back of my throat as I began pivoting the toy inside myself, finding the perfect spot.

"Ah, ah," I gasped, as I found my target. I might have been an overly tall, chubby, nerdy pariah of a girl, but, right now, I didn't need anyone else. There was just me and my plastic friend here, and he was treating me like a goddamn princess.

Now, for the second button. Mine.

As the toy let out its muffled buzz from deep inside my pussy, I began stroking my clit, rubbing it faster and faster as I shoved the plastic cock into my hole over and over. The sensation was incredible. Unlike anything I'd managed to accomplish with just my fingers alone. My muscles began to tense up. My limbs were shaking. I was close. I just...just needed to...

"Nnnaaggghhh!!!" I let out as my climax hit. The walls of my vagina squeezed around the toy as a thousand tiny explosions burst throughout my body. I could feel several small spurts of fluid start to run down my hand as the orgasm continued pulsing through my body. Eventually, the sensation passed, and I felt my body unclench, sinking back into the chair. The only sounds in the room were my desperate panting and the buzzing of the toy still sticking halfway out of me. In my delirious state, I somehow managed to hit the button again, turning the toy off, and pulled it out.

That...that was more than I ever hoped it would be. I figured I was missing out on something by choosing to forego sex, but I'd never imagined it could feel this good. A shiver passed over me, and a huge smile crept across my face. This was going to be the start of something great.

I knew I wanted more. I felt like I'd taken that first big jump into a cold swimming pool. Now that my body had adjusted to the change in temperature, I wanted to swim around in it. I wanted to truly explore myself. Really see what I was like as a sexual being.

My eyes drifted back over to the fanfic on my screen. I'd kind of forgotten about it, particularly once the awesome vibration part of my own erotic adventures began. I continued to read over it. I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. And, as I read detailed descriptions of Loki thrusting into Tony with wild abandon, a frighteningly exciting thought crossed my mind.

I looked over at the vibrator, still sitting on the computer desk, slick with my juices. I glanced at the story again. Before I could convince myself not to, I quickly tied my robe and headed out my bedroom door.

Slowly, deliberately, I put one foot down in front of the other, making sure the entire pad of my foot came to a rest before picking it up again. The goal here was to make as little noise as possible. If my parents woke up at two in the morning and saw me just going to the kitchen, that would be one thing. I could claim I was just getting a glass of water. But the return trip was the tricky part. There was absolutely no good excuse I could think of if I got caught on the way back.

So far I was doing a pretty damn good job staying quiet. I managed to get into the kitchen with no problems, and slowly pulled open the pantry door, taking as much care as possible to do so without letting it squeak or anything like that. Once the door was open, I used the light from my cell phone to see inside. A quick scan of the shelves, and I'd found what I was looking for.

Given that tonight was the first time that anything had penetrated me, I didn't exactly have a full stock of lubricant on hand to satisfy my curiosity. So, a quick Google search for "lube substitute" was in order. There were a few recommendations, but one stood out as easily accessible: vegetable oil. It was one of the messier options, but apparently it was safe to use.

I quickly grabbed the bottle, tucked it under my arm, and slowly closed the pantry door, making sure to turn the knob beforehand in order to avoid the telltale shutting sound. My heart was beating a thousand times per minute, and my breath was coming in short, excited gasps. Was I really doing this? Me? Tally? The girl who, until now, could barely even talk about sex? I didn't give myself time to think about it too hard as I raced back to my room, the bottle of oil concealed under my robe.

Before I made it back to my room, I made a quick stop at the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels. Knowing my clumsy self, the likelihood of spilling some of the oil was pretty high, and having a bit of extra insurance against making a complete mess would be good. Also, it would be easier to explain having to wash towels than having to wash my entire bedspread.

Towels in hand, I made it back to my room, closed the door, locked the door, and went ahead and propped my computer chair against it for good measure. The last thing I wanted was someone walking in on this.

My hands shook as I walked back over to the bed. I reached under my pillow, searching with my hand. Eventually I found the cylindrical, plastic object to which I'd become so well acquainted tonight. I looked it over, and, thinking about where it had to go, what had previously seemed so small and inoffensive suddenly seemed huge. Probably best to work up to the dildo.

I untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. For a moment I just stood there, running my hands up and down my body. It felt like something had changed. I was still way too tall. I still had pudge in some places. But it didn't matter. I felt...better. More confident. I always knew that hymen was holding me back from greatness.

I also gave myself a quick tweak of the nipple. Just for fun. The twinge sent a shiver down and I felt myself starting to get that fun tingle.

After laying the towels down to form a protective layer of sorts, I climbed onto the bed, bottle of oil in hand. Now to find the best position. I climbed onto my knees, and started to undo the cap. Just pouring the vegetable oil directly onto my anus was probably not the best plan. Instead, I poured a bit into my left hand, then, used my right to spread it around onto my finger. Then, trying not to touch anything else, I set the bottle down onto my night stand.

Okay. I'm actually doing this.

I fell forward, resting on my elbows. I took a deep breath and reached back behind myself, shivering as I felt the cold, oil-covered finger graze against my puckered anus. Slowly, I began rubbing my finger around the hole. I started to feel my arousal growing as I put pressure on the outside of my ass. Even that sensation was intriguing in a new way, firing off nerve endings I'd never experienced before. After a few seconds off rubbing the lubricant in, I figured I was probably ready to go, and began to push. I gasped as my finger penetrated my anal ring.

It felt...good!

I hadn't expected it, but just the presence of a single digit made me feel so wanton and dirty. This was all for me. I wasn't doing this for procreation like I was taught in church. I wasn't simply lying on my back and getting pounded to fulfill my wifely duty. This was me, fucking myself in the ass with my finger. I shook my head, laughing at the thought. It was so foreign to me. But there it was. I was fingering my asshole because it felt good, and I wanted to cum. For myself. The freedom was almost as profound as the physical sensation.

There was no way I was going to be able to do this without touching my pussy. I raised myself up onto my knees, and stuck my free hand between my legs. As I slowly pushed my middle finger into my ass, I began rubbing my lips as fast and hard as I could. Right now I had no interest in being delicate with myself. Once I was up to the second knuckle on my right hand, I began intermittently pinching my clit, sending sharp shivers throughout my entire body. My left hand was getting wetter and wetter from my own arousal, every touch driving me wild, and the pressure in my ass only adding to the feeling.

Fuck it. I would build to a big one later. I just wanted to cum right then. My finger found my pink button, and began rubbing it furiously. My knees buckled, and I had to stifle a moan.

"Yes...yes...ohhh..." I whispered through my teeth, unable to stop myself. My back straightened as my limbs started to tense up, and I started to buck against the finger in my ass. Bolts of electricity ran through me as I started to move my finger in and out of my tight hole, all the while still rapidly frigging my clit. Then, it happened. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt the first glorious shiver of my orgasm. I tensed up as my body teemed with pleasure, and I felt my ass contract around the finger still inside it.

I let out a sigh and sank back down to my knees, removing my finger. It wasn't the most prolonged orgasm, but I was getting to that. All I knew then was that I wanted more. The rational Tally who knew her limits might have decided to work her way up by sticking two fingers in, then three. But that Tally wasn't around right now. Right now, I was horny as hell, and ready to break all of my boundaries. Care and patience was going right out the window.

I picked up the bottle of oil again, untwisting the lid and pouring a few more drops of it into my hand. I reached back and smeared the additional fluid onto my hole. Once a fresh coat was thoroughly applied, I knew it was time to take that next step. I grabbed the dildo, gave the shaft a couple strokes in order to apply the oil that still remained in my hand, and took a deep breath.

I started slowly, moving the head of the plastic cock around my rosebud in small circles. Even with that small motion, my body began to quiver in anticipation. Carefully, I started to apply a little bit of pressure. The extra time and lubricant did it's job, and the toy began to slip inside my channel with relative ease. The feeling of fullness was incredible as the toy started to make its way slowly into my tight little asshole. I sank back onto the bed, resting the bottom of the toy on the surface of the mattress so that I could simply slide down it at my own pace. I do so, slowly sinking down onto the toy as I rubbed my pussy, feeling the pressure in my ass growing more and more intense as I impaled myself on the plastic cock. When it was about halfway in, I stopped rubbing my labia and, instead, start inserting my fingers into myself. I started with one, then two, growing wetter and wetter as I continually thrust into my moist hole. I could feel the toy between the thin membrane that separates my ass and pussy, and the raw depravity of it all nearly sends me over the edge.

There was a bit of resistance now as I started to work the second half of the toy into my ass. I felt a slight twinge of pain. It was possible I was coming at things from the wrong angle. Reaching back, I grabbed the base of the toy and began to slowly rotate it, putting light pressure on as I searched for just the right point of entry. As I did so, I caught a glance at myself in the full-length, mirrored door that led to my closet. It was hard to even recognize myself. Who was this girl on her knees, with her fingers wrapped around a plastic cock and two fingers shoved inside herself.

A sudden desire struck me. With half of the toy still inside me, I moved over to the nightstand, where my phone sat, plugged into its charger. I quickly turned it on, and, with a swipe, brought up the camera app. Crawling back to the middle of the bed, I pointed my rear end toward the mirror. Grabbing a cheek with one hand and holding the camera with the other, I quickly took a picture of myself in this pose, before I had the chance to think about it too much and change my mind.

I looked at the results on the phone's screen. It wasn't a great picture. It certainly didn't have the professional qualities of even the most low-budget porn pics, but it was me. There I was. I could swear that I could make out the droplets of moisture dripping off my wet pussy, although that could have just been a reflection from the flash. I had no idea what I planned to DO with the picture. But just knowing that it was on there. That anyone could see it if they looked at my phone sent a shiver down my spine.

My naughty pictorial thus completed, I set the phone down and got back to the task at hand, bending over and rotating the base of the toy once more. The dildo didn't seem to be making much progress until...

"Oh!"

I let out an involuntary gasp as the rest of the toy sank in with a wet squelch. There was just enough left sticking out of my hole to still grab onto, but it was all the way in now. My breath came in short rasps, and it almost felt like the sensations were reverberating all the way up to my chest. My tight channel gradually became accustomed to the sensation, as my fingers moved down to my slick snatch and started to rub once more.

As I slipped one finger inside myself, the thought occurred to me that the toy, just sitting inside of me, was feeling more like a distraction than a real source of pleasure. Getting it inside was fun, but now that it was in, it seemed to be simply occupying nerve endings that would normally be responding to the sensations in my pussy. It was a bit surprising, as I had heard anal sex built up as this big thing, and was expecting much more powerful sensations. While I'd had some fun with my fingers, perhaps anything bigger just wasn't for me. Still, I thought, it was a fun experiment, at least. I grabbed the base of the toy and began pulling it out.

"Oh! Oh, wow! Wow!"

I didn't even try to stop myself from making noise this time. The feeling of the toy in motion was simply incredible. Fireworks went off on my brain, and I lost all cognitive reasoning ability. So THIS was the part of anal sex that got me going!

I pushed the toy back down my hole, thankfully meeting much less resistance this time. Once it had slid in fully, I pulled it back out again, resulting in even more mental fireworks. I started to pick up speed, pulling the toy out until just the tip remained inside, then shoving it back in. After a few moments, I'd fully acclimated to the toy and was out-and-out fucking myself with it.

My other hand was busy working overtime. I'd managed to get three fingers inside myself, and was rapidly rubbing my inner walls. The angle wasn't quite working for me, though, so I pulled my fingers out, still dripping with my wetness. I gazed at them for a moment, then, without hesitation, shoved the fingers inside my mouth, tasting the tangy flavor of my pussy. It wasn't something I'd ever done before, generally preferring to wash my hands thoroughly after my previous secretive sessions, but it just made me feel so hot. Slutty, even. I knew from reading Tumblr that the word had tons of negative connotations that, as a feminist, I should be offended by, but right now that didn't matter. I was a slut. A whore, who, it turned out, enjoyed the taste of pussy.

I bunched my fingers up together inside my mouth, forming as phallic of a shape as I could muster, and started working my tongue around my digits. As I continued to thrust the dildo in and out of my ass while licking the makeshift cock in my mouth, my mind began to wander. I thought about the two male baristas who worked the evening shift at the Hastings on 52nd street. I always saw them when I went in to read comics, and had idle thoughts about their cuteness before. But now, I was picturing a different scenario. I pictured going up there on a slow night when nobody else was around, maybe flashing my tits at them. They get the hint immediately and lead me to a back room, where they rip my clothes off. I get wetter and wetter as I feel their hands all over me.

"Ungf!" I moaned around the fingers in my mouth. The pleasure in my ass was growing by the second, and I started letting out short, breathy grunts and moans with every thrust. I could feel myself getting close.

I took my fingers out of my mouth, letting a trail of saliva fall onto my chest. I didn't even care. It just made me feel all the dirtier. In my mind, it was the barista, pulling his cock out of my mouth and shooting strand after strand of hot, sticky cum all over my breasts. I moved my hand back down to my throbbing mound, and started rubbing once more. Each pass over my clit sent shockwaves racing through me. My breathing became even more strained and rapid as I got closer and closer, my fingers slick with my own juices.

I wanted more. I took my clit in between my two fingers and pinched. It hurt, but in a good kind of way. I pinched it again, feeling sharp stabs of pleasure reverberating through my limbs. During my occasional perusal of the more erotic parts of the internet, I'd occasionally caught furtive glimpses of the rough stuff, glancing away as soon as I saw it. I probably wasn't going to go full bore with that sort of thing, but the little bit of pain mixed with pleasure I was inflicting on myself now definitely had its appeal.

I went back to rubbing myself for a bit, before giving my pussy a short, sharp slap. It felt good. I kept it up, intermittently hitting my wet quim as I continued to rapidly stroke my outer lips.




Unlocking Tally Ch. 01



Then, I felt it.

My orgasm was approaching rapidly, the pleasure building higher and higher. My asshole began to clench around the plastic cock inside of it, and I felt my muscles tense up in anticipation. My gasps had turned into grunts of wanton abandon. My fingers found their way back to my clit, and I started involuntarily rocking my ass back and forth. It felt so damn good. I was so close. So...fucking...

My breath stopped, and I fell forward into my pillow, letting out a whimper as my orgasm washed over me. My back arched, hard, as I came, my inner walls tensing as the feeling of ecstasy coursed through my body. I continued to slap my clit as sparks went off in my head. More and more of my wetness poured out as I let out a deep moan into the pillow.

With a long, heavy sigh, I fell back onto the bed, still gasping from the explosion of pleasure. I removed my hand from my soaking crotch, and bring it up to my face, breathing in the smell of my arousal. My head still awash with lust, I start licking my juices off my fingers, moving my tongue around each digit like I was licking the icing off an egg beater. My mind was a complete fog of arousal, but I managed enough presence of thought to remove the dildo that was still deep in my ass.

I let out one last sigh as the toy vacated my hole. There was a funny feeling of emptiness from where it had been, and I felt just the slightest hint of the cool breeze from my ceiling fan before my rosebud closed once more. After taking a few more seconds to catch my breath, I bundled the toy up into the towel, wiped my hands on it as well, and got up, slipping on an oversized t-shirt before heading out the door.

As I washed off both the toy and myself, only one thought occurred to me: I wanted more. It was ridiculous to think that I'd been...well...afraid of sex for so long. My experiences tonight were incredible. It was as though I'd unlocked a part of myself. Sure, I'd touched myself to a few steamy fanfics, but this was something different. I wanted to be fucked. Maybe, as the still-lingering taste of myself reminded me, I wanted to fuck a girl. Either way, this was a turning point. I was aching, ready, and full of the desire to unleash my full erotic potential.

I had a lot of work ahead of me. 



Unlocking Tally Ch. 02



"That's odd," my mom said from the kitchen. "I could have sworn we'd picked up three zucchini instead of just two."

Luckily, being in the living room meant she wouldn't be able to see the large blush moving swiftly across my face. I yelled back a reply. "Weird. They must not have bagged it or something."

"I guess," my mom replied. "Ah, well. Salad's gonna be a bit light tonight."

Before the matter could be investigated any further, I'd already ducked away into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind me. I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, and it was beet red. Unavoidable, perhaps, given the situation. Although, the bumpiness of the country road we had to drive down to get home probably didn't help the situation. Well, it had helped in some ways.

Still, call me Nancy Drew, because I was about to solve the mystery of the disappearing zucchini. I hiked up my knee length skirt as far as it would go, and, with one hand steadying myself against the sink, began to feel around my sopping crotch area.

There it was.

The more hardened, rough end of the vegetable still stuck a few inches out of my dripping hole. My biggest worry on the ride home was that one stray bump would send the phallic green produce all the way in, and it would end up stuck. Fortunately, that hadn't happened. That would be an embarrassing ER visit, to be sure.

Mostly it would be tough to explain to anyone who heard the story how I, Tally, the shy, naive girl from a very religious household, wound up with a side dish stuck up her cooch. Taking another glance at my reflection, I could hardly believe it myself. There are people in the world who are the very definition of "sex." Tiny girls with suspiciously huge boobs and butts who walked around in skimpy clothing. Someone could look at those girls and believe that they were sexual beings. Me? Not so much.

No one looked at the chubby, freakishly tall girl and thought about sex. Not the girl with the unkempt, cropped blonde hair who was never seen in a shirt that didn't have some sort of comic book or video game logo on the front. Sure, I had the big breasts that all the boys were into these days, but my large stature meant they were fairly proportional to the rest of me, so they weren't really noticeable. 

But that toy I got at Marie's bachelorette party had changed something in me. What was once just an occasional dalliance with self fondling turned into a full-on obsession, and ever since that first eventful night with me, my purple vibrating friend, and a stolen bottle of vegetable oil, I'd had what one might call an insatiable craving.

That's why, when grocery shopping with my mom, the zucchini had caught my eye. It was terrible, I know. I'm sure I was living up to all sorts of stereotyping about lonely women and the produce section, but I had to know how it felt. So, at the first opportunity, I tucked one of the vegetables meant for tonight's dinner into my purse, excused myself, and went to the grocery store bathroom to engage in a little experiment.

Turns out, the experiment was a huge success.

The zucchini, while not much bigger than the sex toy I'd been given, was still a step up in terms of size. Not only that, but the dirtiness, the naughtiness of shoving something very much not intended for the purpose up my pussy was just too much of a turn-on to ignore. I ended up diddling myself right there in the grocery store bathroom, trying to stay quiet as I got myself nice and lubed up for my new vegetable friend. Once I was ready, I passed the smooth, round head of the zucchini through my lips, shoving it into my quivering cunt.

I knew I didn't have too much time in the bathroom there. My mom would be wondering what was taking me so long, and I didn't want to risk someone coming in and overhearing my fun little session. As such, I made a point of frantically rubbing my clit while working the toy in and out, giving my pink nub the intermittent slap I'd come to enjoy in my journey of self-discovery. I came, but it was a quick burst of pleasure. It left me shivering, sure, but wasn't the full ecstasy exploration I wanted. For that, I needed more time with my new, improvised toy.

That's when a devilish idea crossed my mind.

This was the beginning of my foray into sex. Outside of a few fiery fan-fic sessions, I'd only ever given the briefest of thoughts and touches to the idea of intimacy. So, when it came time to figure out how I was going to smuggle out my produce paramore, the idea of secrecy only added to the thrill. 

I'd just...leave it in.

And, so, I did it. With a push, I slowly pushed all but the last few inches of the zucchini inside my pussy. Knowing I'd be walking around, I tried my best to squeeze down on it as best I could with my inner walls. I wasn't a black belt in kegels or anything, but it seemed to hold alright as I stood up, and the full sensation it gave me was simply incredible. As I made my way back through the store, I could feel the rough texture rubbing up against my inner walls, making me breathless and coating my panties. It was an incredible feeling, knowing that I had this sexual secret that no one around me was privy to. Plus, I was technically shoplifting, which was a new thing. Very exciting. To an incredibly sheltered girl like me, anyway. I knew that it would be tough to hold it together as I finished this shopping excursion.

But, hold it together I did, and, now, here I was. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, looking myself right in the eyes with a wanton expression on my face as I prepared to remove my vegetable intruder. I gripped the toy and slowly drew it out of my dripping pussy, having to hold back what would have surely been an intense moan of pleasure. The friction of the toy inside me felt amazing, like sparks going off in my brain. When just the tip of the zucchini was left, I thrust it back into me, fucking myself with wreckless abandon. Eventually, I knelt down further, supporting myself on the edge of the sink with my elbow as my other hand worked the vegetable in and out. I could almost taste blood on my lip as I bit down on it, trying not to make a sound. But no amount of lip biting could hide the squelching sound of the toy making its way in and out of my cunt. I could only hope that the bathroom vent blocked the noise somewhat.

The pleasure coursed through me as I continued to fuck myself, my breathing becoming rapid and sharp. It felt so damn incredible each time the improvised toy thrust inside me. Tiny gasps and moans escaped. I couldn't help myself. I could feel myself on the verge. My climax was almost coming. I just needed one more thing.

With my left hand still controlling the zucchini, I took my right index finger and stuck it in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva. I played with the digit with my tongue, as though it were an extremely thin cock. Regardless of size, my goal right now was moisture. Once I had thoroughly lubricated the finger, I took it out of my mouth, maneuvering my hand toward my backside.

There was a problem. Try as I might, this skirt wouldn't hike up quite enough to get the result I wanted. I let out a frustrated sigh. Oh well. Pause.

Both hands would be required for this task. As such, I flexed my vaginal muscles as much as possible, holding the green phallus in place. That taken care of, I quickly unbuttoned my denim skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Now we were talking. A moan escaped my lips as I started pistoning the zucchini in and out of myself again. One quick re-wetting of my index finger later, I was back to my previous task. Running my hand down my back, I found my puckered rosebud.

Just the tiniest bit of pressure. That's how I'd found I liked to start. After the first night of anal play with the toy, it had become a frequent ingredient in my sexual self-pleasure. It was like oregano or something. It went well with everything. I started making slow circles around my anus with my finger, gradually applying pressure while still shoving the artificial emerald cock into my wanting cunt. A little teasing was all I needed, though, and I started gradually pressing the digit into my back ring.

"Mrrmmmmm..." I let out, as quietly as possible. There we go. It was in. I could feel the zucchini in between the thin membrane that separated my two holes. God, how I wanted the feeling of someone else's touch in that area right now. But my own work would have to do for the moment. I started alternating my thrusts, pushing in with the vegetable as I pulled out with my finger, and vice versa. Each time, waves of pleasure washed over my body. I was getting closer. This felt so damn good. And so wrong. But so, fucking good. So...fucking... I could feel it coming. My climax. Spotting a nearby hand towel, I moved toward it, biting down on it hard.

"Aaaaaaaahhrrrnnnnn!" I screamed into the terry cloth fabric as my orgasm hit. My finger was squeezed tight by my ass, with the zucchini held in place by my spasming pussy. As my climax washed over me, I gave my clit a quick pinch, sending a quick sting of pain and pleasure through me, extending the rush of ecstasy. The initial rush finished, and I collapsed to my knees the floor, my breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. I laid back against the wall, sighing with contentment. It wasn't until a few moments had passed that I looked down at the zucchini sticking out of me, slick with my juices.

What was I supposed to do with it now?

I supposed that I should just...eat it? Eat the zucchini that was inside me? Was that weird? It seemed weird. But I needed to hide it away somehow. With a shrug, I took a bite.

Blegh. Turned out, my taste was actually the best part. Raw zucchini: not that tasty.

For lack of any better ideas, I shoved my vegetable lover back inside me, giving me another quick shudder of pleasure. A quick flush of the toilet was in order, to make it seem like I was just using the facilities, and I exited the bathroom, my secret sex toy tucked safely away in my cunt. Fortunately, there was no line of questioning awaiting me as I made my way back into my bedroom.

My parents were going to be suspicious if I kept spending every waking hour with the door shut, so, after giving a quick look to make sure nobody was watching, I quickly pulled the zucchini out with a wet squelch, and threw it into the trash can next to my computer desk. For good measure, I covered it in the trash with a chip bag and a few soda cans, just to make it all the more undetectable. Regardless, I could still feel where my hole had stretched to make room for the veggie, and ached for more. But I'd had my fun. Now was not the time. I had the rest of the night to keep up with my insatiable urges. Now was the time for Facebook checking!

Unlike most other days, I actually had a message this time. It was from Rei, the more boisterous big beautiful woman of the bachelorette party.

"Hey, Tal," it read. "I'm going to see this concert later tonight. Not even a concert. Barely a thing. It's this two-person group playing at a coffee shop. But the singer girl is unbelievably hot, so I want to go. Thought you might want to come with. If you're down, here a link to their page. You in?"

I clicked the link. Judging by the picture, I could see what Rei saw in the female singer. She was a curvy redhead with the sort of mischievous look in her eyes I knew Rei liked in a girl. Definitely attractive. Even I could see that. While it's true I'd never really considered myself a lesbian or bisexual before, I'd never really considered myself a sexual anything until recently. Looking at this girl (and remembering how much I'd enjoyed the taste of my own arousal after my first self-play session), maybe that was an angle I should explore.

It didn't hurt that the guy was also cute. There was only the one picture of him. Obviously, he wasn't the one bringing in the crowds. Still, he had a nice little five-o-clock show, kinda scrawny, and those thick-framed glasses that were all the rage with boys these days yet still incredibly hot.

Hmm.

I began typing my reply to Rei. "Yeah, I'm down. Let me know the time." With a click my message was away.

Let Rei make her passes at the ginger cutie. Maybe I would too. But, either way, I knew I was ready to level up in the RPG of my sexual awakening.

It was time for a flesh and blood lover.



Unlocking Tally Ch. 03



"So here's the plan, Tally," Rei said. "After the show, you can run interference with the boy while I try to get my mack on with the ginger hottie."

At least she had a plan. All I had was an objective.

When Rei had invited me out to this concert, I'd thought for sure that it would be the next stage of my whole "broaden my sexual horizons" initiative. What had started with me getting my very first ever vibrator as a gag gift had morphed into something much bigger. Whereas before I'd been a sexually frustrated girl in her mid twenties that was stuck in adolescence, I'd started to open up in new ways, both physically and mentally. That's why, after seeing a picture of the guitar-playing, two-piece musical act we would be seeing tonight, I'd decided that I was going to try to get some actual physical sexual activity with the male half of the group.

Problem was, I had no idea how I was going to do that.

Rei, on the other hand, came prepared. She was a rather voluptuous woman, and proud of it. Tonight, though, she was flaunting her best assets, with a tight skirt and a low cut top that didn't have to work hard to draw people's attention. Whereas I didn't think far enough ahead to dress in anything fancier than a pair of shorts and a Minecraft shirt, her outfit had a purpose. I knew she was hoping in particular to get the attention of Courtney, the red-haired singer of the group. Their music was alright, but Rei's entire motivation for coming to this small, coffee-shop concert was less to do with auditory stimulation and more to do with tactile fun.

Not like I had a better reason to be there.

When Rei had shared the band's Facebook page with me, I'd taken a shine to Dylan, the guitar player, almost immediately. He had the sort of scruffy, scrawny look that I hated myself for being so into. The green eyes you could get almost lost in didn't hurt either. I saw him right after my little excursion into the produce department, and was already in a sexual mood. Seeing him, though, pushed me over the edge. I wanted him. In that moment, when I first read Rei's invitation, I knew that I would have him in some way

There weren't many people in Java Jerry's as we walked in. The duo wasn't exactly rocking Madison Square Garden, so I doubted that many people were here to see them. Instead, there were a few customers milling about the small coffee shop, getting drinks and engulfed in either their phones or laptops. Over in the corner was a small stage, laden with various bits of audio equipment.

And there he was. Dylan.

Truth be told, I didn't really know anything about the guy. I just liked the way he looked, and he seemed to have a decent voice on one of the songs on the band's Facebook page. But I'd built up this moment in my head. Something was going to happen tonight. Between me and him. I was going to assert myself, goddamn it. No more shy Tally who obsessed over the cute guy in IT for three years before he eventually left which resulted in a solid week of crying. That Tally was gone now. This was New Tally. Like New Coke, but hopefully better received.

Oh, and his red-headed band mate was up on stage as well. Hopefully they didn't have a thing going.

I tapped Rei on the shoulder. "There they are."

"Excellent," she said. "Let's find us a seat. You know, something not too conspicuous, but where she can still notice me."

"If you say so," I said, shrugging.

"Like I said, a plan," she replied. We ordered some drinks, a coffee for her and a bottle of water for me, and sat down at one of the tables. On stage, the duo were tuning their instruments. I looked over at Rei, who had her eyes fixed straight on Courtney. There was something to admire about that level of directness.

The red-headed object of my friend's affection tapped on her microphone. "Hi, out there. I'm Courtney, and this is Dylan, and we're Social Stigma." Her voice reverberated throughout the establishment. A few people turned to look, curious about what was going on. "We're gonna play some of our songs for you tonight, and I hope you dig 'em."

With a rhythm count, they began to play.

It was a fairly decent show. They were the sort of folksy act that there seemed to be a million of these days, all of them fighting for the chance to be featured as the song over the closing montage of some earnest TV drama. These two weren't bad though. My attention was mostly focused on Dylan. He did look hot while he played that guitar. While Courtney was clearly the frontman, or frontwoman. Frontperson of the band, Dylan still got a chance to sing every once in a while. When he did, there seemed to be a passion in his voice that I found enthralling. I'd set some ground rules in my head about how far things could go tonight, but, given how physically drawn to him I was, I wouldn't have minded if, say, tomorrow night, even, things went even further.

They played a few songs I recognized from their Facebook page. While the rest of the shop didn't seem to be as into it as Rei and I were, I couldn't imagine anyone having a problem with their abilities. The only hiccup in the show came about during the third song, where Courtney seemed to lose focus for a moment while looking in the direction of Rei and I's table. I happened to notice that, at the same time, Rei was sitting with her legs open in a way that my mother would call "unladylike." Something told me that Rei's skirt and posture had put on their own show for the singer.

Eventually, they finished playing, and Rei began applauding. She was the only person in the room to do so, which made me sort of slink back into my chair a bit. Rei's a great friend, but her boisterousness could unintentionally cause embarrassment to the socially inept like me.

"Alright," she said, turning to me. "I'm going to chat her up. You should go talk to Mr. Guitar. Buy me some time."

"Sure," I responded, and watched her walk away. Courtney, her voice no doubt tired from all the singing, had gone to the counter to get a cup of water. Rei was on the intercept path. I looked back over at the stage and saw Dylan gathering up the various instruments and audio equipment from the show.

Deep breath. It was time to talk to him.

I stood up out of my seat, the scuffing of the chair against the floor making an uncomfortably loud noise as I did so. Okay, Tally. Now was the time. Time to take action. Time to be bold! And fierce! And other adjectives that all the inspirational songs on the radio liked to use.

Oh. He was talking to one of the baristas. I sat back down.

And they were done talking! The barista went back to the counter, and he went back to putting up the equipment from the set. Right now, he was rolling up some microphone cables.

"I'd like him to roll my cables," I thought, before realizing that didn't make any sense.

Hands shaking, I made my approach. My heart was beating at a rate that could not be healthy, but I didn't care. I wanted this. One foot in front of the other, Tally. That's all it takes. Finally, I was standing right next to him, although he was a bit busy setting a guitar in its case.

"Um...hi!" I chirped, sounding a bit less casual than I'd like. He turned to look at me.

"Um...hello."

Friendly enough. Might as well proceed. "So...I really liked your songs. You guys were good. You know, at the singing part."

"Thanks," he said, with a smile. I could see his eyes darting toward the equipment still scattered about. Clearly he hadn't intended for this to be a drawn out process.

"And the other stuff, too. Like, with the guitars and all that," I tried to give a flirty chuckle, but no actual sound came out. It was more like a smile and a sigh. Come on, body. I know you're nervous, but work with me here.

"Well...thanks...again, I suppose," he said. "I'm glad you-"

"AndIthinkyou'recute!" It burst out of me all in one word, interrupting him.

"Huh?"

"I...think you're cute. Like, pretty and stuff. But in a dude way."

"Thanks?" It was as much a question as it was a statement. There was a long pause where we just sort of stood there, neither one of us daring to look each other in the eye. He began to move back toward the equipment he had been putting away.

It was looking more and more like this wasn't going to get any less awkward any time soon. Smooth had utterly failed me. So...screw it. Direct approach time. This is what I was here for. I lowered my voice to a whisper.

"I...would like to give you a blow job."

This got his attention. He stopped in his tracks, a confused expression on his face. "I'm sorry, what now?"

"A blow job," I repeated, still whispering. Maybe the terminology was too square. "I...want to suck your dick. If that's okay."

The look of incredulity continued. "Why?" he asked.

"Because...it's something I want to do. And I think you're cute and..." I was stammering now. "I just want to, okay?"

"No offense, but most girls don't just offer that sort of thing. And the kind that do..." He made a gesture that seemed to assume I was In The Know about what he meant. But I wasn't, and raised a questioning eyebrow. He continued, "They might...have something."

"I don't have an STD!" I said, just a bit too loud. I looked around the coffee shop, nervously. Only the barista seemed to have heard me, and gave an intrigued look before going back to wiping down the countertop. I turned back to face Dylan, whispering once more. "Look, I've never done it before. I wanted to try giving one, and, you know, I thought you might enjoy it. Do you want one or not?"

He seemed to think on it a bit, before sighing. "Okay, I guess. I just really hope you don't have herpes or something."

"I don't!" I insisted. "I'm going to head into the girls bathroom. You wait a little bit, then meet me in there."

"Why the girl's bathroom?"

"Because it's cleaner, probably! I know how you boys are."

"Hey," he replied, slightly offended.

"Look, do you want this or not?" I said. "Just meet me there."

"Okay."

Looking around to see if anyone was noticing me (although, why would they), I started making my way toward the back of the coffee shop. Rei and the singer girl seemed to be having a pretty casual conversation over at one of the tables. Obviously, her seduction technique was a bit more smooth than mine. Although, honestly, a hedgehog with a piece of sandpaper was smoother than me. But it worked! This was happening! I was going to give my first blowjob. To a stranger! I clenched and unclenched my hands, working through the excitement.

After walking for what seemed like hours, I reached the girls bathroom and headed inside. The room was tiny, housing only a single toilet and sink. There was a place where a mirror should have been, but it looked like it had been taken down. The smell of ammonia was definitely present. Not the most romantic place for a sexual first, but that wasn't the point. The point was to be...slutty. But in a good way. In the "Slut Walk," take back the word, in charge of my sexuality sort of way. I was going to be whorish. I was going to be dirty, despite the fact that I was right, and the room was reasonably clean.

Still, I didn't love the idea of kneeling down on that floor. It was a hot day, and while my shorts might have kept me cool and showed off my nice set of gams, they did nothing for knee protection. I went over to the paper towel dispenser, grabbed a few, and laid them down as a protective layer on the floor.

Now...to wait.

The seconds seemed to tick by at a snail's pace. Maybe he wanted to give a nice long wait, just to make it inconspicuous. Maybe he was just freaked out and wouldn't come at all.

Hee, "come." My sense of humor was still age fourteen, apparently.

No! No more doubt. This was happening. I was going to do this.

Okay, Tally. Get in the mood. Time to be sexy. Which was difficult, given the location. But sexy things were about to happen. After all, to this guy, that's all I was. Sex. Well, sex and awkwardness, but still.

I wiped my hand off on a spare paper towel, then eased it down the waistband of my shorts. Given my hard and fast rule about how far this was going to go tonight, I was wearing the most basic set of cotton panties imaginable. My fingers dipped down to my crotch, and I began rubbing myself through the fabric. No wetness yet, probably due to nerves. But I could get there. I applied pressure to my mound through the fabric, and began running my fingers back and forth. It felt nice. A light, pleasant sensation. It was a good start.

With my other hand, I began groping my breast over my shirt. That helped, and I began to get into the right mindset. I bet Dylan would like to be feeling this right now. I might not be the smallest girl, but my weight did give me a nice set of tits. I grabbed myself harder, enjoying the rough sensation. Yes, that's it. I bet he wants to feel me up. I bet he's outside, waiting for his nerves to calm down. Because he can't believe he's going to get head from someone like me. 

There was the wetness I was looking for! I could my pussy starting to get hot and damp through my panties. I began rubbing even faster.

That's it, Tally. He wants you. Because you're sexy. Look at you. You're touching yourself in a public place! He wants to fuck you. He'll try to offer after you've sucked him off. He'll invite you back to his place. But you'll say no. Because you got what you wanted, and you're done with him. You have that power. You're in control of your sexuality. But he'll want you. He'll want to fuck you so bad.

Okay, now I was getting there. I shifted the crotch of my panties out of the way, and moved my fingers toward my aching pussy. 

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The sound at the door made me jump with fright. My hands darted away from my erogenous zones at lightning speed, and I quickly moved to compose myself. It was an instinctual reaction, one built up from years of shame-filled masturbation while living under my parents' roof. Okay, though. I'm good. Go time.

"Yes?" I said.

"Um...it's me," Dylan's voice said from the other side of the door. "This is the blonde girl from earlier, right?"

"Yeah, it's me. Come in."

He quickly opened the door and darted inside. "I don't think anyone saw me."

"Good, good." 

There was another awkward pause as he looked around the room. He'd probably never been in the girl's bathroom here. I mean, why would he. That would be weird. My thoughts were all over the place, because of nerves.

"So, how do you want to..." he trailed off.

I gestured over to my makeshift paper-towel floor covering. "Just stand over near here."

"Okay," he said, and did so. I followed him over.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly got down on my knees on the hard bathroom floor. My heartbeat echoed off the tile walls. This was it. I was on my knees. For one reason. I looked up at him. This was the view. A floor level view. Because I was going to be giving him a blowjob. This was really happening. I gave him a quick smile, and he returned it, albeit shakily. He was still cute, even from this position.

Okay, Tally. Go time.

"I'm just gonna..." I began, gesturing toward his jeans. I reached out toward them, and slowly began lowering his zipper. Grabbing the metal tab with my hand, I made sure to hold it away from his crotch. It wouldn't make for a fun night if I accidentally got his junk caught in there. Once that was taken care of, I moved up to the button on his pants, and started to undo it.

I started to undo it.

I was...it was...

It was stuck. Or I was having problems. 

"Um...can you?" I said to him, motioning toward the button.

"Having trouble, there?" he asked.

"Hey, I've never unbuttoned from this side before."

He managed it fairly quickly. Taking another deep intake of breath, I grabbed on to the side of his pants and lowered them down to the floor. I looked up at his crotch, and saw...Garfield the cat.

"Garfield boxers?" I asked him.

"They were a gift!" he retorted. "It's not like I thought anyone was going to be seeing them tonight."

I gave a quick chuckle. "It's cute," I said. Probably not what a guy wants to hear about his crotch region, but still.

Slowly, I began lowering his boxers as well. After they were a few inches down, I saw it. There it was. An actual penis. Cock, maybe. I needed to get back into dirty girl mindset. A cock. A real man's cock. It currently hung limp which, hey, was understandable. Kind of a weird situation. But I'd fix that.

Once his boxers were fully lowered, I reached out my hand to touch it. My heart gave a little leap as I made contact. It was warm, and soft to the touch. I ran my fingers along the shaft of it from the bottom up. When I reached the tip, it gave a little twitch. Hopefully that meant I was doing something right. I began running my fingers all along its length. 

"Is...is this good?" I asked, looking up at Dylan.

"Yeah," he said, his breathing sounding just the slightest bit heavier than usual. "That's good."

I turned my attention back to his crotch. It did seem to be getting a bit harder. The head was peeking out a bit more. With my free hand, I reached up and gently cupped his balls in my hand. I knew this was a delicate area, but, at least in the slash fics I read, guys apparently liked to be touched there.

As I continued stroking him, started to see results. His cock began getting larger and larger in my hand. It was fascinating, really. It'd be like if my boobs got bigger when I got excited. Must be inconvenient. 

I was getting sidetracked.

A few strokes later, and it looked like he was ready. He'd extended to about five inches or so, and was completely rigid now. I was now able to wrap my hand around the base of the shaft, and began stroking him.

"Still good?" I asked.

"Yeah, I mean. You can probably tell," he said. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

My right hand continued to move up and down his length, while my left continued fondling his sac. After a few more moments of this, I noticed a drop of liquid had appeared on his tip. Pre-cum. That's what the fanfics called it anyway. My curiosity began to flare up. Now was the time. I needed to get my mouth involved.

I stuck my tongue out, and began slowly lowering it to Dylan's cock. I knew what to expect from the taste. Salty. I'd heard enough jokes about it to know. And, sure enough, when my tongue made contact with the pre-cum, I was proven correct. 

"Mmmmm..." he groaned from above me. The tongue was obviously a good idea. While still stroking his shaft with my hand, I started licking around the head of his dick, running my tongue all along its surface and around the ridge area. It probably had a name. I didn't know it. But, judging by the heavy breathing I was hearing, my efforts were having a positive effect.

Okay, next step.

I stopped licking, and began taking the head of his cock into my mouth. Fortunately for him, I'd read up on the subject beforehand, and wrapped my lips around my teeth to prevent any biting from happening. Before I knew it, the head of his cock was inside my mouth. I began lowering my mouth down his shaft, feeling his hot harness running along my tongue. Oh my god, this was happening. There was a penis inside me. Inside my mouth, sure, but inside me nonetheless. I was doing this. Me, Tally. And it felt so dirty. So good. I could feel myself getting wetter as my mind took in the situation.

I continued lowering my head, until, finally, I hit a resistance at the back of my throat. There was still an inch or so left outside my mouth, but still. I'd managed to fit most of him inside. I glanced upward. Dylan had a look of pleasure on his face, which filled me with a sense of pride. His eyes were closed, though. Maybe he was savoring the moment, or maybe he was thinking about someone else being here. Who knows, maybe him and the singer girl had some sort of unrequited thing going on. I didn't care, though. It was my mouth around his cock right now. I was in control, and he was here for me.




Unlocking Tally Ch. 03



My mouth withdrew from his cock until only the tip was left between my lips, before plunging myself back down again. I started sucking him in earnest now, rapidly moving my head up and down to take in his length. His shaft was slick with my saliva now, and I could my feel drool dripping down my chin.

I had an idea! Something that, if my fanfics were any indication, that he would like.

Taking my hand away from his balls, I moistened my index finger with the excess spit, collecting all the wetness until it was completely soaked. Then, I reached back toward him, past his sac, and made contact with his backside, hoping to find his back door.

Dylan's eyes flew open.

"Whoa, hey, what are you doing?"

"Mrn.." I began, before removing my mouth from his dick. I continued. "I heard that guys like this. I figured I'd do, like a prostate thing."

"Um...no. Not for me. Nothing back there."

"But it's fun," I said with a shrug. "I like it."

"Well, that's good for you, but I'm not interested."

"Oh," I said, softly. "Okay." I removed my hand from the offending area, and wrapped my lips around his length once more.

Lesson learned. Don't get all your sex tips from slashfic.

Still, I wasn't going to let that get me down. As I continued to bob my head up and down on his shaft, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Since he didn't want my finger's attention, maybe I could put it to better use on myself. I stuck my hand down my pants once more, moved past my underwear, and began running my fingers along my now soaking lower lips.

Oh, god it felt good. Not just the physical attention, but the emotional rush as I felt this stranger's hard cock in my mouth. I was a slut. A whore. I was filthy. I was blowing a guy in a bathroom. My body ached with desire as I began rubbing my cunt harder and harder. I was a dirty girl, and I wanted to be treated like one.

With that in mind, I began pushing more and more of his cock down my throat. I could feel myself gagging each time I went down, but didn't care. The sensation of being used was just too much. My pussy was on fire as I started to hear myself gagging around his cock, getting more and more forceful with each bob of my head.

Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see Dylan looking at me with concern. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

I took my mouth off his cock once more, feeling the saliva run down my lips as I did so. While still stroking his shaft, I looked up at him, eyes full of desire. "Be rough with me."

"Huh?" he asked.

"Fuck my throat," I pleaded. "Use me."

"Um...sure. I guess," he said. Not exactly the alpha ownership I was looking for, but it would do. I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him back in my mouth. Just like I'd seen porn stars do. I was that kind of girl now, and it felt incredible.

Slowly, Dylan began rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting deeper into my mouth. That was it. That was what I wanted. It was a strange paradox. I loved being in control of the situation, what with being the person who initiated it and all, but I also wanted to be used. I wanted to be his fuck toy. I moaned around his cock as I inserted a finger inside myself. His shaft invaded my mouth, and I began thrusting my head in time with him, forcing his cock deeper in my throat each time. He started thrusting faster and faster, making me gag each time. This was it. I added another finger to my dripping snatch as the feeling of my mouth being fucked made me feel hotter and hotter.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me panting, wanting.

"I'm sorry, I'm just...not comfortable with this."

"Why not?" I asked, no longer fingering myself. It felt strange to be doing so during a conversation.

"I just...don't like being rough like this."

"But I WANT you to be rough."

"I'm just...not into that? Is that okay? Can we just do it regular?"

"Yeah," I sighed. Well, okay. Maybe I wouldn't be getting exactly what I wanted tonight. There was a lesson in that, probably. Something about taking small steps and appreciating what you had. I guess. I lowered my mouth back to him, and began bobbing up and down. Some people don't want to be rough. That's fine. My head bobbed up and down, and I made sure not to gag myself this time. Wouldn't want to offend his delicate sensibilities.

And I continued taking his cock in my mouth, moving up and down. He seemed to be enjoy it, from what I could tell from the occasional upward glances. But, despite my continued stroking, it seemed like things weren't really progressing. And my neck was starting to get tired. At least I had my own sexual feedback to go off of when the rough stuff was going on. The seconds continued to tick by, and the silence of the room, interrupted only by the wet sounds of my mouth, was becoming almost thickly palpable.

Maybe I should ask him if there's anything he wants.

I removed my lips from his cock, replacing it with my hand. I looked up, continuing to stroke his length as I did so. Communication. That was the key.

I sighed, and decided to just ask. "Hey, so, do you want-"

"GGGRRRRNNNHHHH!!!"

His cock began pulsing in my hand, and, without warning, a splat of something warm hit my forehead. I instinctively closed my eyes, and felt several more splashes of his cum along my face.

Well, then.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Dylan said frantically.

"It's okay," I replied, feeling his hot spunk running down my face. "Get me a paper towel?"

"Yeah," he replied.

I could hear him fumbling with the dispenser. By now, some of the cum had dripped down to my lips. I stuck out my tongue, and licked up some of the sticky fluid. Again, it was pretty salty. But not bad. And I liked tasting it. The sensation of being covered in cum, dripping off me like some filthy slut, would have had some appeal.

Some warning would have been nice, though.

"Here you go," he said. I reached out toward where his voice was coming from, and felt the paper towel touch my fingertips. Taking it in my hand, I began wiping my face down.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

"It's fine, really," I replied. I managed to clear my eyes, and could actually see again. That was an improvement.

Dylan shifted awkwardly. "So...I guess...I'm just gonna go."

Right now I was more concerned with cleanup than with niceties. "Yeah, that's fine," I told him.

"Okay," he said, opening the bathroom door. "Um...thank you, for that."

I gave a little wave to him as he left, quickly shutting the door behind him. I looked down. Luckily, most of it had managed to get on my skin, but there were a few drops on my shirt. The Minecraft Creeper on the front of it would never be the same again. Sighing, I wet the paper towel and tried my best to scrub it clean.

So, that was an experience.

Admittedly, it hadn't been the erotically charged masterpiece I had in my head. And that was fine. Maybe it shouldn't be. At least I'd done it! I'd given head to someone. I'd tasted semen. Lots of firsts to cross off the list. Still, I couldn't help but feel a bit...underwhelmed. And I would really have liked to have had a mirror in here.

Once I was, to the best of my knowledge, free and clear of the evidence of my indiscretion, I gathered up my paper towel floor pad, and tossed it in the trash. Bending down to the sink, I took a quick drink of water to get the salty taste out of my mouth. It hadn't been bad, but all of that oral activity left me a bit thirsty.

Okay, back to the real world.

I headed out the bathroom just in time to see Dylan headed out the door. All of the instruments and amps and whatnot had been cleared from the stage, which probably meant that he wouldn't be coming back in tonight. That was fine. That was what I wanted. So why did I feel so...nothing. It was like it didn't happen. Like I was all empty air, when I thought I'd feel satisfied and powerful.

Rei was sitting at a table near the front of the club, sipping on an iced mocha and looking at her phone. I waved at her and headed that way.

"There you are," she said. "Did you fall in?"

"Nah, I'm good," I said, sitting down. 

A huge smile crossed her face as she looked up at me. "Pfft!" she said, holding back a laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Bwhahaha!" she laughed, before quickly shutting up. She was still wearing a huge smile, and her body was almost quivering.

"What?!" I repeated.

"Well!" she said. "I might have struck out tonight, but I see someone didn't."

How did she know? "I don't know what you mean," I protested.

She reached over to the napkin dispenser on the table, took out a few, and handed them to me. "Here you go, sweetie. You might need these."

"For..."

Rei just sighed. "I might not be into guys, but I've seen enough yaoi to know when a boy has had a bit of a happy. And you just happen to have some in your hair."

I was pretty sure I just died. Yep. Dead. Died of embarrassment.

I grabbed the napkins and started furiously rubbing them atop my head. "Where, where is it?"

"A bit to the left," she said, chuckling. I moved my napkins accordingly. "There you go. Got it."

I looked down at the napkin. Sure enough, I'd missed a spot. Crumpling it up in my hand, I quickly marched over to the trash can and threw it away. When I got back to the table, Rei was still grinning at me.

"So you and guitar boy, eh?"

I figured that, if I could just concentrate hard enough at looking at the table, maybe the embarrassment would pass. "I know," I told her. "I know."

"I'm just surprised is all," she said, sitting back and continuing to sip her coffee. "I mean, friends gossip. Word on the street was that you were Little Miss Prude when it came to sex."

"I've been...experimenting lately," I admitted.

"Good! I mean, not to harp on you about it or anything, but it's about time. I'm proud of you, Tal."

"Thanks..." I said. I wished that I had a drink or something with which to occupy my hands. I felt kind of silly just staring into nothingness. I let out a great sigh. I'd been found out. No point in hiding it anymore. "That was...that was my first time doing...you know, sex stuff...with another person."

"Well, then you're doing better than me," Rei said. "The female side of that duo was not interested in what I was selling. Used to be bi, apparently, and normally I can swing the bi chicks my way. But oh well." She looked over, noticing my somewhat taciturn expression. "You okay? I mean...how was it?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "There was some stuff..." Despite my self-insistence that I was all sexually awakened and stuff now, actually talking about it was still quite the challenge. "There were some things I wanted to do that he wasn't into."

"Like what?" Rei asked, as casually as one would ask about lunch or some other innocuous topic.

"Rei!" I said. "You don't want to know about that."

She shrugged. "Why not? It's just sex. People have it. Whatever. Go on. What did this guy not want to do with you?"

My face was practically on fire at this point. Still, though. Talking about it was liberating in its own way. I was practically a new person. This is not a conversation I would have had just a few weeks ago. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "Okay, um..." I gulped. "Well, at first I tried to put a finger...you know, back there. And he wasn't having it."

"Ha!" she chortled. "That's straight dudes for you. They're afraid that if anything goes near that area that will make them 'catch the gay.'"

"I guess," I said, still insisting on maintaining my whisper despite Rei's lack of care about how far the conversation carried. "And...there was some other stuff too."

"Like what?"

"Well...I kinda. I wanted him to be a bit...rougher. And he wasn't into that."

"Rougher how?" she asked. "Like, were you guys fucking back there?"

"No!" I hissed. "I just...did mouth stuff on him. But I liked the idea of it being rough. For some reason. Like...wanting him to...I don't know. Use me." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. My head was swimming with how ridiculous I must have sounded.

"Sounds like you got a bit of sub in you," Rei offered with a shrug.

I'd done enough surreptitious internet browsing to know she wasn't talking about a sandwich. "I guess," I said. "I don't really know all about that stuff."

"Well, that's the thing about that...side of sex. You should know about it. Lots of people read that Fifty Shades bullshit and think they know all about BDSM, but that book is complete garbage."

"Whoa, hang on," I said, holding up my hands in protest. "I don't know about BDSM stuff. That's all still in the realm of crazytown."

"But you're into the kink stuff, right? If you wanted him to get rough with you?" Rei said. "Then you should learn a bit more. People end up getting hurt if they go into that without really knowing how to do it properly."

She had a point. Tonight's encounter might have ended with a spurt of disappointment, but it could have gone worse. What if I'd found someone who wanted to take things further than I wanted. They could have seen my request to go harder as an invitation to ignore my boundaries.

"You're right," I said. "I probably could stand to learn a bit more about that stuff."

"But you liked it? Or, the idea of it, rather?"

I really wished there was something stronger than coffee around for me to drink. Just so I could get through this easier. "I did. I don't know. I like the idea of...a little bit of pain mixed in, you know?"

"See, there you go," she replied, before raising an eyebrow at me. "Now...just how experimental are you going with this?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I'm just seeing what I like."

Rei seemed to think on this for a bit. There was a moment of silence between us as she sipped her coffee, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, she nodded to herself, seemingly coming to a resolution. "Tally, I think you need to learn a thing or two before you jump into the dating world or sexual world or whatever."

"Like what?"

"Like..." she sighed. "Look, I get that your parents kept you pretty sheltered as a kid, I get that. And if you've been getting all of your sexual know how from the internet or whatever, that's not going to be good either. And...well..." she paused, taking a deep breath. "I, personally, happen to have some experience in some of the areas you're interested in."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"Look," she said, leaning forward. "What if someone could...teach you a thing or two? Someone you could trust. Where you could figure out what you do and don't like in a safe environment. Would you be into that?"

By this point, the message had become clear. But would that be something I wanted to do? Aside from enjoying the taste of myself, I'd never really considered...girls before. At the same time, though, the whole point of this little exercise in sexual confidence has been broadening my horizons. Maybe I've been so focused on the default man and woman interaction that I never stopped to consider if it was actually the best thing for me.

Screw it. My default state for the last twenty-five years of my life had been to just ignore my sexuality. And I knew now how much of a mistake that was. Why should I settle for the familiar? How was I supposed to know what I liked until I'd actually tried it all?

I took a deep breath, and looked Rei dead in the eyes. "I...I'd like to...explore things with you. If you'd have me."

A smile crossed her face. "Tally, you are going to have some fun."



Unlocking Tally Ch. 04



"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Rei asked, stopping me before we walked into the book store. 

"I'm okay," I said, wriggling around a bit. "It's kinda fun. Weird, but fun."

"That's the idea," she said with a smirk. "But I want to make sure you're comfortable with every part of this."

"Oh, it's comfortable," I retorted. "A bit tight, but comfortable. And besides, I asked for this. I wanted you to...train me?"

"Yep. Proper terminology."

"Sweet," I said. "And, so, yeah. I'm trusting you."

"Good. And just think," Rei began. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "None of our friends will have the slightest idea that later tonight you'll be making me come."

The feel of her hot breath against my ear, combined with her words, sent a shiver down my spine. It was true. To the rest of our group of friends I was just Tally. The larger-than-average girl who played too many video games, didn't have a boyfriend, and hadn't moved out of her parents house. They had no idea about the strange, wonderful path my life had taken in the last few weeks. Ever since a vibrating gag gift had ended up in my possession after my best friend Marie's bridal shower, I'd found myself discovering more and more of the sexual side of myself.

Which is how I ended up walking into our weekly hangout spot with a plug in my ass. 

But I should back up a bit. Earlier in the week, after a particularly awkward sexual experience with a guy, Rei and I had come to a bit of an...arrangement. I wanted to learn more about sex, and she, being probably the most sexually open person I knew, had kindly agreed to teach me. Some ground rules had been set. We agreed to spend the entirety of Saturday together, exploring various sexual activities. After that day, we were free to either proceed with the direction we were headed, or to simply have it be a one-time thing that we never brought up again. She would take the lead as far as the day's activities went, but, at any time, I could stop if I was getting uncomfortable. It was a good arrangement, except for the final stipulation she put on me.

I couldn't touch myself until our Date Day.

Before my little sexual awakening, that wouldn't have been a problem. I used to simply bottle all my sexual frustration inside, only permitting myself to masturbate as a last resort in desperate, shame-filled moments. Since the bachelorette party, though, I'd become fixated on my own pleasure. What had once been a once-every-few-months arrangement had turned into a nightly ritual. And that was on the slow days! For a while there, I had to fake a stomach bug at work because I kept excusing myself to go into the restroom and quickly get myself off. I was like a kid with a new toy, which, I mean, given the vibrating gift I'd received, was somewhat accurate.

So five days without anything?! All the while, anticipating a new and kind of scary sexual situation? That sounded rough. But I did it! Mostly! I almost cheated a couple of times. Just little moments of weakness. A bit of "Oh, I'm just adjusting this pillow. What? It slipped between my legs? Well, I'll have to adjust myself back and forth a couple of times on it to get it in the right position," and maybe one instance of "Yeah, I'm letting the shower head linger in that area a bit longer than necessary, but it's about hygiene. And that's important, damn it." Still, I never fully let myself have an orgasm. Not that I wasn't tempted a time or two.

The research didn't exactly help.

I do research about everything. I'm neurotic like that. It's just how I operate. I can't buy a new game without reading at least five reviews. I can't eat out at a place without pouring over Yelp beforehand, and, since I was going to be, well, eating out for the first time, a little bit of research into the experience was the least I could do. Most of the blogs I found were innocent enough, with some helpful tips for people engaging in their first experience with another woman. Sound, useful advice. But, well, when clicking around the internet, one link leads to another, and, before I knew it, I'd stumbled upon some more...demonstrative instructional materials. And, honestly, I think those might have done a better job getting me used to the idea than the less explicit versions.

I'm referring, of course, to the wonderful world of femslash.

While jumping right into the notion of me being with a woman might have been a shock to my previously hetero-normative brain, reading how, for example, Buffy and Tara discovered a blossoming romance in an alternate version of season six of the show that existed only in some wonderful author's mind? That actually helped quite a bit. Sure it was pure fantasy, with an emphasis on the "fan" portion of that word, but, having a base of information for these characters and seeing how they would react to this newfound attraction actually helped to normalize the idea.

Plus, in this world, Tara was quite the authoritative top. That was certainly a treat to read. Sexual aching notwithstanding.

As such, by the time Rei arrived at my house on Saturday morning, I was a bundle of nerves, tension, and inconvenient dampness. We'd decided that, in accordance to the whole "her being in control" thing, she would be in charge of transportation. Just a nice, subtle way of me releasing control to her. Plus, I think she just wanted more excuses to show off her car. It was a brand new, blue hatchback which she'd nicknamed "The Tardis." I had to admit, it was a nice ride. Although I could have done without her music tastes. She tended to lean toward the Top 40 pop side of things, which would normally have infuriated me. Now, what with the dripping going on between my thighs, the radio was the furthest thing from my mind. She had instructed me to wear a skirt, and I'd hoped the denim number I'd picked out would be sufficient. Which was a weird thought. I was actually anxious to look good for her.

I'd only known Rei for a year or so now, having met her at a local art convention. She'd been showing off her vaguely anime-styled drawings, and had immediately struck up a conversation with me based on what were apparently geek vibes that I give off. She seemed nice, and started hanging out with my group of friends a few weeks later. Or, possibly, we started hanging out with hers. The groups had sort of congealed into one large body of nerdy ladies. A force to be reckoned with, surely.

Still, I'd never thought to look at her in a sexual way before. Not that I had any idea about "what I was looking for" in a woman or anything. But, in this new light, she certainly had the appeal. From a body standpoint, she was short (although everyone is short from my perspective), but with plenty of curves. An asshole might call her "fat," but I didn't see it that way. I just saw her shape, and it had some appeal. Besides, I wasn't really one to talk when it came to weight issues. Let she who is without stretch marks cast the first insult. It was her personality that really appealed to me. She could be loud, opinionated, and downright stubborn at times, but I also knew how big her heart was. She was just full of life and caring, and, honestly, if I was going to take my first steps down this more sapphic path, I'm glad it was with her. We'd agreed on dominance, but I knew she'd take care of me.

When her car finished pulling into the driveway, I quickly got inside. I'd already said goodbye to my family, and had been waiting outside for the past few minutes. Not sure why. Maybe I was anxious to get things started as soon as possible, or maybe there was some part of me that feared that Rei would show up decked out in some leather number and everyone would know what was up. An unlikely scenario, but exactly the sort of thing my brain would come up with. Once I was in the car, though, my nerves were going off like crazy.

"Hey," I said, shakily.

"How's it going?" Rei asked, an appraising smirk on her face. "You all ready for today?"

I took a deep breath, then smiled. "Yeah. I think so."

"Are you sure, though?" she asked as we pulled out of the driveway and on to the dirt road that connected my family's house to the city at large. "Last chance to back out of this. After that, your cool friend Rei turns into 'bossing you around doing sexy stuff' Rei."

"Do you, like, transform into a car or something?" I joked, trying to relieve some of my nerves with humor.

"Heh, no. I mean, I do..." she stopped herself, then winked at me. "Nah. Spoilers."

I had to admit, I was intrigued at the spoilers. Mostly because you could pretty much get me interested in any topic by throwing a Doctor Who reference in there, but also because the rest of the day was such a mystery to me. I knew we were going to meet up with friends first, since everyone had agreed to hang out at the bookstore this morning, but after that? Anything, I supposed.

"So..." I began, steeling myself for this new paradigm between the two of us. "What...do you want me to do first? Do you want me to do something? I don't really know."

"I have things," Rei said, looking in her rearview mirror. "Okay, I think we're far enough away from your place. Open the glove box."

Ooh, my first order. Fun. I leaned forward and did as instructed. In the small compartment, among the various receipts and car operating manuals, were a bottle of lubricant and a toy that I recognized from Marie's bachelor party: an anal plug.

I looked over at Rei, who simply nodded at me. Hands shaking, I retrieved the items from the compartment, and closed it back again. The plug was made of glass, and heavy in my hand. It looked nice, with blue swirly bits in there. If I didn't know its true function, I'd have thought it would make a nice little glass sculpture. All the pretense of humor had left me as I prepared for whatever Rei would say next. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, as every bump in the country road was met by a dramatic thumping of my heart.

Rei was still smiling. "Today, you are my toy. I want you to remember that, even when we're out with our friends today. So, you're going to wear that plug today while we're at the book store."

The weight of the plug continued to seem enormous. I stared down at the toy. While I'd come to enjoy using the dildo on my ass in my own sessions, this was certainly wider than anything I'd experienced so far. Before today, we'd discussed the sorts of things I'd like to try, and anal play was on the list, along with being subordinate and doing sexual things in a public place. So it's not like I couldn't see where she was coming from with this. Still, I was intimidated.

"O...Okay," I mentioned, going for my purse. "I'll put it in when we get-"

"No, no," she interrupted. "You're going to put it in right now."

My eyes shot open, and I glanced back and forth across the open road. "Here? In the car?"

"There's no one else on the road," Rei commented, waving her hand demonstrably. "But that's going to change as we get closer to town, so you should probably hurry. Unless you want to disobey me."

While I didn't actually know the full scope of what disobeying her would mean, I certainly wasn't in a hurry to find out. Taking another look around to make sure there weren't any other cars around, I began hiking up my skirt. Once I did, the cool breeze from the car's air conditioning reminded me of another of Rei's requirements for today: no panties.

It felt strange to be sitting on a car seat with nothing on. Without taking her eyes off the road, Rei reached back and grabbed a hand towel from the back seat.

"Here," she said. "Don't want to get lube on my nice seats."

I lifted up my bottom, sliding the towel under me. At least this was a familiar feeling. It reminded me of my first little adventure with my purple friend and the bottle of vegetable oil. Who knew that a somewhat scratchy terricloth feeling would become some weird sense memory trigger? 

I scootched down on the seat, propping my legs up on the car's dashboard. If I was going to need access to my butt, this seemed like the best arrangement. Popping the top off the cap of the lube bottle, I squirted some onto the tip of my index finger. After taking a deep breath, I moved my hand downward, toward my crotch. The wetness situation had only gotten worse, and, with a quick glance over at Rei, I grazed my slit with my other fingers as my hand traveled down.

"Oh..." My attempt at subtlety hadn't worked out, and a quick moan had escaped.

Rei looked over. "Not until I say so, remember."

There was no way for me to forget. Regrettably, I ignored my aching pussy, and began applying the lubricant to my puckered anus. Even just that felt great, the pressure on the outer nerve endings of my ring sending little jolts of pleasure to my brain. After applying a fair bit of the gel to the outside, I started pushing my finger into my tight channel. 

God, it felt so good to have something inside me again.

After working the lube around as much of my sphincter as I could comfortably reach from this position, I removed my finger. Time to get Mr. Fancy Glass here ready. Trying not to spill any with the jostling of the road, I squirted more of the lube on the tip of the toy and began spreading it across the polished surface. Once it had been thoroughly coated, I took another look around to make sure nobody could see me, and placed the tip of the flared plug at the entrance to my ass. I looked over at Rei once more.

She took her eyes off the road for just long enough to give me a smoldering stare. "Put it in," she said with an erotically authoritative tone. "Now."

With that, I began pushing the toy into myself. Much like with my initial experiments with the vibrator, I had to work it around a little bit to get it at the proper angle for entry. Once I did, I felt my hole begin to give way to this new intruder. The sensation of my anal ring stretching to accommodate the larger toy filled me with a new kind of perverse pleasure. I pushed back against it.

"Mmm..." I moaned, as I felt myself expanding against the glass surface of the toy. I looked over at Rei, who was biting her lip with an expression of lust. Lust for me. Nobody had given me a look like that before. It was all I needed, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I continued to push on the base of the plug, working it into my ass.

"Gah!" I let out a half-sigh, half-moan as I felt the final bit of the plug push through. It was in. Every sensation in my body seemed to reverberate against the incredible full feeling in my ass. My breathing became heavier as I adjusted. I could feel my hole contracting around the narrow shaft of the toy. After a few seconds of this, I wiped my lube-coated hand off on the towel and moved to sit back up.

"Good girl," Rei said. "But don't get up too fast."

Unfortunately, I'd already scooted up a bit. I could feel the strange sensation of my movements shifting the base of the toy that was still sticking out of me. Every tiniest fidget seemed to set off a chain reaction of delicious pressure in my hole. "Why not?" I asked Rei.

"You did so well getting that plug in place, and we've still got plenty of time before we hit a main road," she paused for a moment, looking me up and down. "Play with yourself."

"Here?" I responded, echoing my earlier concern. I mean, the plug was one thing, but the more sexy fun times we got up to while driving, the better chance we had of getting caught. Or, as the non-sexy part of my brain reminded me, getting into some sort of accident. 

Rei gave one of her cute smiles. It had a whole new meaning in this context. "I gave you an order, didn't I?"

"Yes..." I gulped. "Mistress?" I hadn't meant it to come out as a question. I broke character for a second, which was tough, given the large toy still lodged firmly in my ass. "Can I not call you mistress? It's kinda weird. Do you mind? I'm sorry."

She just giggled at me. "Yeah, it's fine. Call me whatever you want."

"Right now, I want to call you butt face, with all the trouble you're getting me into," I jokingly grumbled.

"Maybe later," she replied. Another wink. How foreboding.

I slid back down in the seat. I was going to do this. It was an order. That didn't mean I had to put on a show for anyone who happened to pull alongside us. Still, my lady bits were practically a puddle at this point, aching for any sort of attention. In accordance with my usual starting ritual, I began running my fingers through my blonde pubic hair, moving my hand closer and closer to my mound. My heart beat sped up with each motion, until, finally, I made contact with my outer lips.

"Ah, god, yes," I moaned. All of the anticipation had taken its toll, and now each tiny motion of my fingers was sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was already slick with my own juices, and began rubbing along the outside of my pussy, stroking myself up and down. The car became filled with the wet sound of my fingers making their moves across my damp crotch. 

"That's it," I heard Rei moan from the driver's seat. "Play for me."

Her words sent a shiver up my spine, and I began rubbing myself faster and faster. Each shockwave was made all the more intense by the contrasting feeling of pressure being brought on by the plug. I dipped a finger inside myself, feeling the hard surface of the toy through my inner walls. Though the angle was difficult inside the car, I bent my fingers upward, rubbing against the upper wall of my pussy. While my right hand was busy doing that, I quickly licked my fingertips on my left hand, getting them nice and wet. Dipping that hand down, I began making small circles around my clit. 

"God, Rei. Oh my god, yes," I moaned.

"That's it, sweetie," Rei gasped. "That's it. Make my car smell like your hot cunt." Looking over, I could see her rubbing herself through her jeans with one hand, while the other remained on the wheel. Probably not the safest move, but, at that point, I was much too far gone to care.

My pleasure had built up to the right point, and I began actively touching my clit now, rubbing it with my fingers and intermittently pinching it. It felt so damn good, and my body was alight with wonderful sensations.

"So, Tally, tell me..." Rei began. "Did you keep your side of our deal?"

I looked over to her, barely able to concentrate. "Huh?"

"I told you not to play with yourself until today," she continued. "Did you obey me?"

"I...well..." I began, still furiously pistoning my fingers in and out of myself. I'd added a second finger now, and the dual pressure between that and the plug in my ass was making it difficult to make decisions. The truth seemed like the best idea. "Kinda."

"'Kinda?'" she asked. "Come on, now, Tal. Did you or did you not do what I said?"

"I...I touched myself a little," I admitted. I had to be truthful, otherwise there was no point. I could only hope the punishment wouldn't be too bad.

"How did you touch yourself?" she asked me.

"I...oh, god." A third finger had been added to the equation. I felt so damn slutty. Out in the open air (kinda; in a closed car, but still), openly masturbating in front of the same friend I used to chat about Dragon Age with. And now, I was telling her... "I humped one of my pillows. And..." Oh, I was getting close now. The sounds of my fingers going in and out of my pussy began echoing more and more with the slick squelching of my juices. "I used the shower head on myself a little."

"I see..." she said. There was a long pause as she focused on the road. After a few seconds, I felt the car start to slow down and veer to the side. I paused in my vaginal efforts.

"What are we doing?"

She didn't reply. We came to a stop on the side of the road, the tires crunching on the dirt. I pulled my fingers out of myself just as Rei opened up her car door and got out. I could only look on in confusion as she walked around the car to my side.




Unlocking Tally Ch. 04



"Get out," her voice, though muffled, still reverberated. I felt myself shake a bit. Maybe honesty wasn't the best idea. I lowered my skirt, wiped my hand off on the towel, and opened the car door. Standing was strange, what with the plug still in. When I'd gotten out, Rei had a stern look on her face.

"Close the door."

Slowly, I did as instructed. I could hear the wind blowing through the trees, the only sound on this quiet stretch of farms and nothing. When the door shut, it seemed to go off like a shot across the entire countryside.

"Now, bend over against the car," she instructed.

I paused. "Rei, I..."

"You heard me," she said. There was no anger in her voice. Only force. Even that set off a tingle downstairs. I would listen to her. After all, there was logic here. There was a reason this was happening. And, well, the goal of today was to go with what felt right.

I placed my hands against the side of the car, and bent my waist.

It was an odd angle, what with me being so much taller than her. My butt was about level with her chest. Yet I still felt completely under her control. I kept glancing up and down the road. Surely, someone was going to drive this way at any point. Surely, someone would see this.

That might have made it even better.

I felt her hands on my thighs, slowly pushing my skirt up. Just that amount of contact nearly made me moan out loud. Someone was touching me in a sexual way. Someone was...attracted to me. The thing with Dylan at the coffee shop didn't really count. I was serving a purpose for him, and he was doing the same for me. The way Rei looked at me when I was playing with myself earlier...she wanted me. Someone felt a need to...have me. 

I was taken out of the thrill of the moment for a minute, and could feel tears starting to well up. My whole life, I'd felt ugly. I was too tall, too fat, too...not what anyone wanted. I thought I would go on being a virgin, or lose it to some loser who just wanted sex. But to have this. To have someone who actually looked at me with desire...I just never thought that would happen. That it was a woman, that it was someone I knew...that didn't matter. Someone wanted me. I wasn't hideous. I wasn't unlovable. I...was beautiful. At least to someone. I was wanted.

And right now, I'd do, or be, anything she wanted.

Rei managed to get my skirt scrunched up around my waist, and I was exposed, my naked bottom hanging out in the light of day. It was thrilling. It was scary. It was, admittedly, a little bit chilly. But there I was, naked, out in the world. I almost laughed out loud with the freedom of it.

Then I felt the first slap.

SMACK!

Rei smacked me with her palm, right across my left butt cheek. The stinging sensation echoed through my body. I felt it strike like lightning across my backside, reverberate through the plug, and make my pussy tingle.

"This is what happens when you disobey," Rei said. I didn't turn to look at her. The stinging sensation remained, before I felt another hard spank.

"Ah!" I let out. It hurt, but that pain was mixing with the ache I still felt in my sopping pussy.

"I didn't think it would be that hard," she said, before bringing her hand down again.

SMACK!

"But I guess my little whore," the word was punctuated with another spank. The tears of joy had been replaced with actual tears, yet I couldn't deny how good it felt. "Can't even obey one simple command." SMACK! "Why am I even bothering to train you..." SMACK! "If you can't follow my instructions!" SMACK!

"I'm sorry, Rei," I said, my voice catching in my throat. My ass was burning now, her slaps having done their job. "I won't do it again."

She moved on to my other cheek. 

SMACK!

"I was gonna let you cum, whore," she said with a sigh. SMACK! "I was gonna give you the privilege of cumming in my nice new car." SMACK! "Let you stink it up with your juices." SMACK! "But now, you don't get to cum." SMACK! "Not until I say so."

I felt my head pull back, sharply, as Rei grabbed my hair and yanked it toward her. Another gasp escaped my lips. "Got it, toy?" she asked me. I could feel her gently massaging my ravaged cheeks with her fingertips. The light motions felt so soothing on my burning skin. It felt so damn good, after the treatment I'd gotten so far. There was no way I was going to resist her.

"Yes, m'am," I moaned. "Yes."

"Good," Rei replied with a satisfied smile. My head pitched forward as she let go of my hair. Then, she grabbed me by the waist and spun my entire body around to face her. The cold fibreglass of the car felt good against my still-stinging bottom. Before I could get out a word of questioning, I felt her lips smash into mine.

She was kissing me. Someone...was kissing me. Not how I'd imagined my first kiss, what with my naked ass pressed up against a blue Toyota on the side of the road, but...wow. My heart was thundering in my chest. She grabbed me, tight, and pulled my body in closer to hers. I felt her tongue invade my mouth, as we started heavily making out. At least, I hoped I was making out correctly. I'd never done it before. But it felt right. I felt hungry for her, our lips mashing together. She began grazing her fingertips along my face, before moving upward and running her fingers through my hair. Meanwhile, I was simply trying to hang on to her, my fingers grasping and releasing her skin over and over through her shirt. We were both panting by now, trying desperately to catch our breaths between kisses. The world around me had faded away. She was all there was. 

She released my hair and moved her hands down, groping my breasts over my bra. I felt myself moan into her mouth, my tongue now mingling with hers. Taking my cue from her actions, my hands moved down to her ass and began kneading her flesh with my hands. Not wanting to stop exploring her body, I began moving my fingers up and down her sides, feeling her silhouette, running my hands along the rolls of her stomach and down to her thighs. I never wanted to stop touching her; never wanted to take my hands off her. I felt her hands on my back, heading up under my shirt. Suddenly, the smooth touch of her fingertips was replaced with the sharp edge of her nails, and I felt her running her fingers down my back, lightly scratching as she went.

"Ah, yes!" I gasped, taking my mouth off Rei's for one second just so I wouldn't scream down her throat. But that one second was too much, and I moved in to start kissing her once more. But it was no use. She put her hand on my chest, holding me back.

"Please..." I whimpered. I actually whimpered, which is not something I ever would have expected out of myself. Right now, though, I just needed more. More of her. She simply looked at me with a devilish grin.

We stared into each other's eyes, mine undoubtedly full of lust and wanting, before, suddenly, I felt her spin me around once more. A hand on the upper part of my back pushed me forward again, and I was once more bent over the car.

I felt her breath along my neck, sending shivers as her lips trailed along my veins. I could feel something near my pussy. Not touching me, but I could feel her hand's presence there. Hovering. She let it hang there for a moment, before whispering those two words that I'd, to my surprise, begun longing to hear.

"Good girl."

SMACK! "Aah!" I felt the sharp stinging sensation once more, but not across my cheek. Instead, she'd given me a sharp slap right against my clit. It hurt so bad, but just having her touch me, after all the build up, sent a shockwave through my body. The pain quickly faded, and I was left with a feeling of pleasure like I'd never known. Sine waves of ecstasy reverberated down the lower half of my body, from my stinging clit to my stuffed asshole.

I looked up at her, my eyes glazed over with lust. But, instead of meeting my gaze, she simply smiled that playful grin at me, and started moving back toward the driver's side of the car.

"Okay, let's get going!" she chirped.

"Hnnn..." I let out another whimper. The world was coming back into focus now. The fact that we were on the side of the road, in the outdoors. And the fact that my skirt was still bunched up around my waist.

"Tally, let's go," she repeated, getting back into the car.

My sense of modesty was starting to come back rapidly. So, despite my disappointment, I lowered my skirt back down, attempting to reassemble my appearance into some sort of presentable form. Not that I felt particularly "normal" at the moment. Despite my skirt's return to its usual position, there was still the matter of the plug in my tight hole, still making me shiver with fullness. I just felt wrecked, particularly after that kiss. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. 

I opened the passenger side door and got in. The plug gave a little jostle as I sat back down, and I had to fight back a moan. I turned to Rei, who was appraising me again.

"That was..." I started. I was still panting a bit, my lingering desire making it hard to formulate thoughts. "That was just incredible. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she said. "You still up for the rest of our day?"

"At this point, I'm up for anything."

"Anything?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow. A smile cracked across her face. "Alright, Katy Perry it is."

She reached for the radio and switched it on. The first notes of "Roar" began playing as she pulled the car back on to the road and started driving once more. Normally, this is the point where I would be complaining loudly, begging her to turn it off. But at this point, it didn't matter.

Right now, she owned me.



Unlocking Tally Ch. 05



"Hey, Tally, you want anything from the cafe?" Claire asked.

"No thanks, I'm full."

As I said it, I could hear Rei snickering beside me. Panic swept over me, and I shot her a look that was intended to silence. Instead, incredulity was all she offered in return. True, it was a quiet, stifled laugh, and, true, it's not like anyone there had the slightest idea of what we were up to. Nobody would find out.

Still, that's the sort of thing you worry about when there's a butt plug jammed inside you.

So far, our little excursion to the local book store had gone off without a hitch. It was only a few of us meeting there today. There was Claire, cheerfully using her employee discount for us and being nice enough to meet here, even on her day off. I suppose the hippie chick in her was drawn to the smell of old books, even when not being explicitly paid to do so. Marie and her boyfrie-, no, her husband, Scott joined us as well, fresh from their honeymoon and looking annoyingly glowing for it. Then there was me, the formerly virginal, shy girl with the anal intruder and hard nipples barely concealed by her Amnesia: The Dark Descent t-shirt. I'd come a long way since my first foray into touching myself, and, if the activity's of Rei's "Date Day" thus far were any indication, I'd probably go even further.

Rei. Goddamn Rei.

It's not like she was actually having an effect on me with all of this domination-y, you-do-as-I-say stuff. It's not like I'd actually felt bad when I disobeyed her orders and touched myself a little bit when she told me not to. It's not like some unexpected thrill came over me when she spanked me earlier, and it's not as though I was still throbbing and wet from when she gave my pussy a little slap earlier.

It's not like I wanted sempai to notice me or anything.

"*Snrt!*" a small snort/laugh escaped. Great job laughing at your own jokes, Tally.

"So, what, you can laugh but I'm not allowed to?" Rei asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"No! It's just...I just thought of something funny..." I whispered.

"Uh-huh," she replied, before turning to Marie and Scott. "So, you two. How was the honeymoon? I hear Portland is just the best."

The lovebirds managed to stop smiling and looking into each other's eyes for a second. "It was great!" Marie begain. "We ate at this great breakfast place called Stepping Stone Cafe, and went to Powell's Books, which was probably the most awesome book store ever." She looked up at Claire, who had just returned with a plate full of cookies and some steaming coffee cups. "No offense, Claire."

Claire just shrugged. "None taken. I don't own the joint or anything." She set the food and drinks down, and grabbed an additional chair from a nearby table. I had to scoot mine over in order to make room, which gave me a not-unpleasant reminder of the plug I was wearing.

Scott picked up the story thread. "Yeah, that was cool. Plus, we went down to the farmer's market. That was neat. I found this old video game store that was...well, it wasn't all that great to be honest. But still! That's pretty much it. Fun times!"

Rei piped up. "You were gone for a week. And that's, only, like, four things."

A grin spread across Marie's face. "Well, you know, we were in the hotel for a lot of our trip." Scott's face turned bright red and he suddenly became preoccupied with his coffee cup.

It wasn't too long ago that I would have joined him in the Scarlet Cheeks Lonely Hearts Club Band routine. Just the talk of sex, especially the thought of Marie and Scott doing it, would have sent me into fits of embarrassment. If I were an anime character, my nose would be bleeding. But, goddamn it, I hadn't managed to fully masturbate for a week, and Rei had gotten me all worked up. Now I couldn't get my mind off of the subject, even if I wanted to. Where a few months ago, I would have regarded the conversation with a succession of "Nope"s, now I couldn't get the image out of my head.

It was hard to picture, Marie having sex. She had been as shy and demure as me once, and we'd known each other for years. And Scott. Well, he was cute, I had to admit, but it wasn't like I'd actively though of him that way. I was thinking about it now. The image of him and Marie, naked and moaning together, just wouldn't leave my mind. Did they talk dirty to each other? It's hard to imagine Marie asking someone to fuck her. Did he take charge? In my mind now he was pushing her onto the bed and taking her from behind. It seemed out of character, given his mellow nature, but maybe he was different in bed. That's the stereotype, after all. Did she give him head? Probably. That's what people do, right? How did he taste? Do all guys taste the same? Did he go down on her? Now I felt myself starting to warm up a bit. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I pictured looking down, seeing his face, feeling his tongue start to slide along my lips...

I...meant her lips. Right.

Shit.

"Sounds like fun," I managed to say. "See any good movies?" I blurted out.

"Not really." Marie said. "Didn't really want to go the movies."

"Right, because you can do that at home. Duh!" I slapped myself in the forehead for effect. A little harder than I'd meant to. "Ow..."

Fortunately, the conversation moved on from there. Their stories of the long flight from Texas to Oregon didn't exactly set the libido on fire. Time passed, and the coffee cups got more and more empty. I tried to keep my mind on the subject, despite Rei occasionally running her fingers along my inner thigh when she thought nobody was looking. That didn't help, but I almost started to get used to that and the plug. It wasn't long before, we'd moved on to topics in which I felt familiar.

"Come on, you're crazy," I said to Claire. "It's Joss Fricking Whedon. How can you be 'worried' about Avengers 2."

"I'm not saying it's not going to be good!" she responded. "I'm just saying that Quicksilver was surprisingly awesome in Days of Future Past. It's going to be hard to top that version of the character."

"Was Quicksilver good?" I responded. "Or were we all just expecting him to suck because he looked like a member of the Burger King Kid's Club from the 90's. Even him being a little bit okay was a huge step up from expectations."

"Eh, you know what I think about Days of Future Past," Rei said. "Not. Enough. Gay."

"There's never enough gay for you," Marie joked.

"The scenes with Magneto and Xavier in Days of Future Past were, like, the best love story in a superhero movie. And there was hardly any of that in the new movie. Left me high and dry."

"Well, good for you."

Scott joined the conversation. "Plus, no Scarlet Witch in there. How can you have Quicksilver without the Scarlet Witch?"

I was about to respond, when I felt a vibration. Thanks to the glass plug, I couldn't help but feel it as it reverberated throughout my entire body. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I saw that it was a message from Rei. There were just two words:

"Bathroom. Now."

I looked up, from the phone and glanced around. Nobody else was paying attention to me, although I could swear I saw Rei checking my expression for a split second before returning to the conversation.

"Be right back," I said to the group, getting up out of my chair. My heart was pounding. Obviously, something was in the works. I made my way out o the cafe area and headed to the front of the store, where the bathrooms were located. Every step shifted the plug slightly, making me feel its weight and the sense of fullness coursing through me. It wasn't long before I'd reached the restrooms, looked for the "Women's" sign, and stepped inside.

It was empty. I let out a long sigh, followed by a slight chuckle. How many of my sexual encounters were going to take place in public bathrooms, anyway? I guess not everyone gets wine and rose petals.

There was another buzz from my phone.

"Get into a stall."

I did as told, ducking into the larger, handicapped stall. After quickly fumbling with the latch on the door behind me, I started pacing back and forth, my whole body exploding with anticipation. Should I...try to look sexy when she comes in here? I didn't dare touch myself. I knew the rules now, although I also trembled with lust at the thought of what would happen if I broke them. Still, she hadn't told me to do anything, and that was part of the deal for today. I was supposed to do what she says. Experiment with a girl, and with my sexuality, all under the guidance of someone with more experience. That was the whole point. If I didn't do that, then why even do it and OH MY GOD WHERE WAS SHE?

Just when I thought the waiting would kill me completely, I heard the door to the bathroom open. I froze in my tracks.

"Tally?" Rei's familiar voice said. I walked over to the stall door and unlatched it, opening it up. She turned and saw me, smiling. "There's my girl."

I felt my heart leap into my throat upon hearing her call me that. I was...hers? I guess. For right now. Or maybe for more? I had no idea. I backed away, and she entered the stall along with me, our bodies achingly close to touching. She latched the door behind her, and, before I could let out a word, she pounced on me.

Our lips met and then parted over and over again as we crashed into each other. In between kisses, I let out a breath it felt as though I had been holding for weeks. She ran her hands across my sides, up to my face, and, finally, I felt her fingers running through my hair. Our bodies pushed together even closer as I felt my back hit the wall, grabbing onto her as our tongues flicked back and forth across each other. I had been aching for this ever since our little stop on the side of the road, and I felt myself groaning with desire.

There was a sudden flash of cold as I felt her hands go under my shirt, tracing up my stomach. I felt a moment of self-consciousness, my body issues briefly surfacing above the ocean of sexual heat. Stupid insecurities. That thought didn't last long before I felt her hands grabbing onto my breasts. My top was pushed down roughly as our kisses broke off and I felt her lips running along the nape of my neck.

Rei began to whisper softly as she gave gentle pecks along my neck. "Is this what you wanted, Tally?"

"Y...yes..." I gasped. The slightest touch was sending shockwaves at this point.

"And did you like sitting out there? Just hanging out with our friends...none of them knowing that you had one of my toys inside you? Huh?"

"I liked it," I gasped, just wanting more than anything for her to touch me again. "God, I liked it."

In a way, I got my wish, as my nipples were suddenly pinched, hard. The pain and pleasure overwhelmed me as I let out a cry. Pain or not, I felt myself getting wetter at the touch, my panties starting to cling uncomfortably.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Rei asked.

She twisted again, and I almost succeeded at suppressing my squeal of pleasure. "Yes, Rei. Please, Rei. Let me cum. Please."

The air around me cooled as she broke away, stepping back from a moment. I was left leaning against the cool, tile wall, staring at her with desire as I tried to catch my breath. "Okay, then," she said. "If you want to cum, you just have to do one thing for me." She paused for dramatic effect.

"Stick your hand down my pants."

I raised an eyebrow at her. It wasn't a question of whether or not I'd be happy to do things for her. It's just that it was hard to see how sticking my hand down her pants was going to aid in my orgasm.

"Go ahead. Nothing's gonna bite you," Rei said with a smirk. "Stick your hand down my pants."

Nothing bad had come from trusting her so far. I stepped forward, unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, and started slipping my hand inside. I had expected to feel the lace fabric of underwear, or, possibly, a large patch of pubic hair. Rei had never been shy, and talked at length on previous occasions about her aversion to shaving her downstairs. Instead, my hand ended up hitting something I wasn't expecting. It was plastic, by the touch of it. Soft, yet thick, and...

"Is this..." I began, but, before the words could come out, Rei unzipped her pants and shimmied them the rest of the way down. As she stood back up, I could see it fully: a bright-red, strap-on dildo, secured to a harness she was wearing.

"I will admit, I was not expecting that," I said, amused.

"Nobody ever does," she replied, looking down with pride at her plastic cock. The joking tone didn't last long, though. Looking back up at me, she shifted back into a lusty glare. "Now, I think my little slut knows what to do with one of these."

I mean...there were a few options. It was sort of an unclear statement. Fortunately, my confusion didn't have a chance to break the mood.

"Come on, now. On your knees," Rei commanded.

"Oh!" I responded, before clumsily starting to kneel down on the cold, green tile floor. I was still aching to be touched, any thoughts of protestation drowned out by lust. Rei came closer, and I bent down a bit, our height difference putting me a bit above her crotch level. I gazed up at her, and, despite the slightly unflattering angle, the desire in her eyes set me to work. My hand reached out, grabbing onto the plastic shaft. My first instinct was to start off by stroking the jelly-like surface of the dildo, but that probably wouldn't have much of an effect.

"Get it wet for me," she whispered, confirming the purpose of the exercise. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I began lowering my mouth down onto the plastic shaft. My lips engulfed the head, and I couldn't help but notice the unpleasant, plastic taste. Fortunately, that sensory experience stopped mattering as much once Rei began whispering to me.

"That's right, Tally. Lick my cock, you dirty girl. Get it ready for me to fuck you."

Emboldened, I did so, taking as much of it as I could down my throat before letting it slide back out. Given the reason for this fellatio, there was no embarrassment as I felt myself drooling onto the strap-on. I began slowly bobbing my head back and forth, running my tongue along the shaft with each motion. There was a pulling sensation as I felt Rei's fingers grip into my hair.

"We're never going to get it wet enough at this rate," Rei growled. "I know you can suck a cock better than that." She held my head firmly in place and began thrusting her hips, driving the dildo deeper into my mouth with each thrust. Gagging noises echoed against the metal walls of the stall as she began fucking my face. It was rough, savage, and I couldn't have loved it more. This is what I had wanted back at the coffee shop, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as Rei's cock continued forcing itself into my mouth. Between that and the ever-present pressure of the plug, I felt more brazen and wanton than I could have previously imagined. I was a slut. I was her slut.

"That's enough," she whispered, pulling back and yanking the toy out of my mouth. I felt a long strand of saliva drip down onto my chin and chest as I knelt there, gasping. She smiled as I stared up at her. "Stand up, and turn around."

No words escaped me. All I could think was to obey her commands. I got up, my knees popping as I did so. Once I was on my feet, I turned. My view of the toilet wasn't the most romantic vista, but I didn't care. I spread my legs, and began hiking up my skirt. When I'd gotten it up as far as it would go, I bent forward, pressing my hands against the wall. 

"Good girl," she whispered. "Now, we are in a public place, so try not to make too much noise."

I simply nodded. As fun as it was, the oral session was entirely unnecessary; my pussy was flush with wetness and arousal. My nerves started to kick into gear. This is it. This is the first time someone besides me is going to...well, penetrate me. I was practically tingling with excitement, doubly so as I felt Rei's hands on my hips.

A thought in the back of my mind suddenly broke to the surface of my attention. I turned to face her.

"When you made that joke about Transformers earlier, were you talking about wearing a strap-on."

She just gave me a wink. "More than meets the eye." Suddenly, she thrust forward.

"AaaAAAhhh!!" Being quiet was the least of my concerns as the soft, thick cock began filling me up. The head went in almost effortlessly, which was unsurprising given the quantity of my juices. I could feel my inner walls stretching as Rei began slowly pushing it further and further inside me. The feeling was absolutely incredible, and I could hear myself moaning softly, despite my best intentions. Not only did the dildo in my pussy feel incredible, but I could feel it putting pressure on the plug still stretching my tight ass. After a few moments, I felt Rei's hips meet mine. She stopped for a moment, letting me savor the feeling.

"Oh, wow," I managed to gasp. "That is...just...super incredible."

"Sweet," Rei said, before switching back into dom mode. "Who said you could talk?" 

*SMACK!*

"Aaah!" I cried out as my ass felt the sting of her slap. She placed her hands back on my hips and began withdrawing the dildo from my soaked passage, faster than she had gone with the initial insertion. It wasn't long before she began rhythmically fucking me, getting faster with each thrust. The bathroom echoed with the moist cacophony of her cock plunging into me repeatedly. All the while, the pressure was building inside me. Every time she plunged the dildo back in, every time I felt the plug shift with her movement, it all sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. My thoughts drifted completely away as the pleasure began to overwhelm me. I began pushing myself backward to meet her thrusts, tiny squeals of pleasure escaping me.

Rei was starting to pant as well, getting a bit of a workout from fucking me. "You want me to fuck you harder, slut?"

I attempted to turn to face her, but was distracted by a bolt of pleasure as her cock hit a particularly nice spot. "Yes, Rei," I managed to get out. "Please."

One of her hands left my hips and traveled upward, grasping firmly onto my hair. A sharp wave of wonderful pain hit as I felt my head yanked back. Rei started to speed up, thrusting the dildo into me even harder than before. Our skin was slapping together even louder now, and I could barely even compose myself long enough to let out a sound as she began fucking me harder and harder. 

*SMACK*

She spanked my ass again, with more force behind it. The sting rippled through my body, adding to the overwhelming sensation I was feeling. It was getting close now. I could feel the pleasure building up. 

*SMACK*

"Yes, Rei!" I gasped. She didn't seem to mind this time.

*SMACK*

"Yes!"

*SMACK*

"Right ther...AAAAAAAHHHH!!" My body froze and clenched up as my orgasm hit, my walls clenching down on the cock held tightly within them. I strained to keep the sound to a minimum, as Rei continued to fuck me, each thrust making my climax pulse with ecstasy.

"NNNNGGGH!!" I groaned, before letting out a deep sigh and slumping against the wall. 

"Ah...ah...Rei..."

"Yes?" she asked. "Did I do something? Can't imagine what."

As I turned around and sat down on the toilet, I let out a chuckle, giving her a play punch on the arm as I did so. "You know damn well what you did."

Without even receiving instruction to do so, I bent forward, taking the still-wet shaft into my mouth. I could taste my own juices on it as I sucked and licked the dildo thoroughly. After I was done, I looked up into Rei's eyes.

"Had to clean it off."

"I appreciate it," she replied, running her fingers through my hair. I sighed, deeply, my orgasm still washing over me.

"You can take the plug out now," Rei said.

"Will do," I said with a smile as I stood up, before starting to finish the statement. "...mis...tress...nope. Still weird." I reached back behind me and grabbed onto the base of the anal toy. Slowly, I began drawing it out of my ass.




Unlocking Tally Ch. 05



"Did you like wearing it?" Rei asked.

"Yeah, actually I...ah!" a little cry of pleasure as the large base of the toy passed through my ring. "It was just, like, a sensation party down there."

"Yay!" Rei said, doing a little dance that was not necessarily sexy, but still adorable. She stuck out her hand. "Here, give it to me. I'll wrap it up and put it in my bag."

I did so, and gave a little shiver as my body got used to not having anything inside it. Which was weird. A few weeks ago, I didn't picture myself having to adjust to a world where there wasn't a piece of sculpted glass in my butt, but that's life, I guess. Maybe. Rei finished putting the plug into her bag, and turned, coming over and entwining our hands together.

"Good time?" she asked.

"Amazing," I replied, looking into her eyes. We both smiled, now surprisingly bashful despite just having done what can only be referred to as banging.

Before we could savor the moment, though, a low rumble of voices began to drift in from outside the restroom. Rei and I exchanged glances as we quickly fumbled to compose ourselves. I had managed to get my skirt rearranged and she had halfway unfastened the strap-on harness before doors burst open.

"Well, that's the thing, right? If we're going to Stephanie's tonight, we're going to have to do it after the movie."

"I just don't want to be up too late, you know. I've got a big Perl test tomorrow and that class is a BIIIITCH!"

From the sounds of the voices, it was a group of approximately three or four young women. Rei and I had frozen in our tracks like deer in headlights. The door rattled. 

"Occupied!" Rei shouted, and the rattling ceased. Fortunately, the handicap stall we were in was wide enough to hide the two sets of feet that currently resided inside of it.

The talk continued outside the stall. Apparently there was some party, they were going out to One Guy's Italian beforehand. Sounded like a fun time, despite my current fear mode. Looking over at Rei, she had quietly slipped off the harness and was carefully putting it and the dildo into her bag. I couldn't help but look at her now-exposed crotch, little droplets of wetness clinging to her unkempt pubic hair. A little bit of pride came over me for getting that sort of response. Her jeans were still in a pile around her ankles. Glancing down at them, she seemed to get an idea.

"Ssh" she said, softly, putting a finger to her lips. She moved closer to me, put a hand on my shoulder, and began motioning downward with her head. I looked at her with confusion. She simply gestured more emphatically, and began pushing down on me.

Still not quite understanding what was going on, I slowly began to get down on my knees. Once I was fully kneeling, Rei lifted her leg, resting one foot on the toilet. From here, I had a perfect view of her vagina. It was quite different than mine, her lips less exposed than my almost puffy labia. The entire area was moist, and, before I could comment or make any interaction of my own, she had grabbed me by the back of the hair and pushed me face-first into her damp mound. My lips made contact almost involuntarily, and it took me a second to recover from the sudden action. Still, I knew what was required of me.

I slowly stuck out my tongue. Crazy stall sex aside, this was still a big first for me. Going down on a girl. What should I do? Should I do the alphabet thing? I couldn't even concentrate enough to remember how the alphabet even went! All the while, there were still voices coming from outside the stall.

"I just don't want to talk to him, you know? If it's going to make that bitch jealous, than what's even the point?"

Sounded juicy, although not the juicy that was of primary concern to me right now. As I made contact with Rei's outer lips, her taste began to fill my mouth. It wasn't unpleasant. A bit tangier than mine, and the hair was something to adjust to, but not bad. Apparently my efforts were appreciated, as Rei began slowly running her fingers across my scalp. 

Slowly, I started licking the tip of my tongue around her lips, stopping before I reached her clit. I repeated the motion a few times, starting from the bottom and moving my way up. After a few cycles of this, the increased grip on my hair told me it was time to stop teasing. I flattened my tongue and began taking a long, slow lick, dipping into her wet hole for just a moment before continuing upward. Rei's squirms told me I was on the right track, and, by the time I had reached her clit, the repetitive clenching and unclenching of her hands were clear evidence of her state of mind. But not yet. I decided to tease a bit more, breathing softly over her tiny pink nub as I hovered my mouth over her. She began gripping firmly on my shoulders as I simply enjoyed the wafting smell of her arousal. I supposed it was time to stop delaying things.

Once I started lightly flicking my tongue across Rei's clit, it became harder and harder to hold on to her. She squirmed and squirmed, trying not to make any noise that would alert our unsuspecting audience outside. Or maybe they did suspect. They could probably smell our sex in the air. In a way, that made it even hotter as I began gently sucking on Rei's clit as I continued running my tongue back and forth across it. She was soaked at this point, and I could tell she was getting close to her climax.

One more big step. I exhaled in anticipation (which Rei didn't seem to mind), before bringing my index finger up and slowly starting to run it along her labia. It wasn't long before I found the entrance to her pussy, and began slowly sliding my finger inside. 

Okay, Tally. Your finger is inside someone. Focus on the sexy times and not how weird and bizarre that is to you right now. It's fine. People stick fingers in things all the time.

Seeing that this was getting a response, I began running my finger along the top of her inner walls, feeling the texture of her as I began drawing it back toward me in a "come hither" motion." I could hear Rei above me, panting harder. Looking up from my work on her clit, I could see her roughly groping her breasts over her bra. Slowly, began inserting a second finger, feeling it slip in with ease thanks to her aroused state. My pace quickened as I continued licking her clit and pumping my fingers into her, faster and faster. The conversation continued outside, but all I could hear was her panting as I continued to plunge into her pussy. Her grip on my hair grew tighter, and I could feel her squeezing my fingers.

"Tally!" she groaned softly.

Rei arched her back, throwing her head back in a silent moan. My digits were gripped tight within her as an extra quantity of her juices began to trickle out of her. I dutifully lapped it up as she continued convulsing above me, every movement of my tongue making her squirm a little more. Finally, she relaxed her grip, her body unclenching. I slowly drew my fingers out of her, stopping to make sure she was watching before I stuck them into my mouth, tasting the remainder of her arousal. She quickly began pulling on my shirt, gesturing for me to stand up. I did so, and she grabbed me, hard, pulling me into an incredibly intense kiss. Our tongues danced around each other, sharing her taste, as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. The world seemed to disappear as be clutched at each other, barely stopping to breathe through our lips locked. 

Eventually, we stopped, coming up for air. We both smiled at each other, and then glanced around the stall, listening for any voices. Apparently the other occupants of the bathroom had left during our make-out session. With great effort, I managed to stop holding on to her and stepped back, trying my best to straighten out the rumpled mess my clothes and hair had become.

"We should probably get back to the others," I suggested. "They're probably wondering where we went."

"Eh," Rei shrugged as she began putting her pants back on. "I'll just tell them we got caught up reading Owly or something. That's a real thing that can happen."

"Can it not be Owly though? I feel a little weird using a kid's comic as an excuse when we were having sex."

"Fine. Captain Morality over here," she said with a smirk.

As we left the stall, I briefly grabbed her and gave her another quick peck on the lips.

"Thank you, again, for that."

"No problem. Thank YOU."

I waved my hand at her. "Bah." We started washing our hands in the sink. Hopefully the sex smell wouldn't be too pervasive. I splashed some water onto my mouth, as well. Her taste was pleasant, but obvious. "You know, as fun as this has been, maybe next time we can do it in an actual, like, place? Where people live. With, like, a bedroom and stuff?"

"Fine, I'll spoil you," Rei replied. "Although some parts of later tonight will involve you not being on a bed. But being in...some other furniture, you might say."

"You have other furniture?"

"For special occasions," she said. "Tally, by the end of the night you'll be saying: 'Where does she get those wonderful toys.' Except, you know, I'd be able to tell you. Because I bought them online and stuff."

"Ha!" I said, giving her the old finger-guns. "Other Batman Reference. I'd give an actual one, but my brain is too sex-addled to think of one."

"Fair enough," she replied. We started to walk out of the bathroom, my legs a bit wobbly. Worth it, though. 

Now to find out what the rest of the Date Day had in store...