One of the most frequently asked questions from my email group is "Have you ever slept with Cassidy/Are you going to share that story?" I always answer the same way, we are just friends but its complicated. Our friendship is one of blurred lines and this story will highlight that a bit. This story I have never shared with the email group mostly because some things should be a mystery. I am sharing it here because I wanted to surprise Dee. She usually gets my stories ahead of time but this one will post without warning and will be about her. Just because I like keeping you guessing girl. Enjoy.
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Soon after becoming sexually active my masturbation habits went through the roof. I was constantly trying to explore my body and find new ways to stimulate myself. I watched and read porn almost as much as I did any regular reading. I spent most days in a haze of sexual energy from edging, teasing and my newfound hobby online role playing. I managed to find a few people who enjoyed crafting stories out of ideas with the most basic of framework and expand on it as we each took turns sending each other paragraph's of the story. It was insane how much time I spent crafting those words and waiting for responses.
One of those stories an anonymous internet "friend" and I worked on involved two sisters that enjoyed a game of masturbating in risky places trying to out do the other. I will admit it was a bit on the taboo side of the house but it was all fictional so why not. During my day I found myself wondering where my character would get off next to out do her equally adventurous sister. It didn't take long before my imagination stopped showing the made up character and it showed me doing this risky public pleasure sessions which led me to ask myself if I really wanted to try it.
Of course I did, but lets be real here getting off in church while pretending to sing in the choir wasn't quite feasible for me. The fear of getting caught was one thing but the possibility of actually getting caught terrified me. So, I shelved the idea for a while preferring to stick to the safety of my own home in my bed where I could let loose and let my fingers walk me to my destination.
A month or so later Cassidy my best friend was in town which always meant a good time. As per usual she crashed in my apartment and she forced me to engage in late nights of drinking and laughter. As an avid reader of my stories and the curator and admin for my email list she of course wanted to know what I was working on. I was exploring a lot of kinks with James while he played as my sexual Sherpa letting me figure out what I liked and didn't which made for good reading but repetitive.
"I love this James guy and I don't know why you don't let me meet him but what's next?" She poked pouring another shot.
"You don't get to meet James because I don't want things to get complicated. We aren't friends like that we just have sex a lot." I laughed feeling giggly thanks to the bourbon she picked up on her way in.
"But he likes you though, I mean its obvious right?"
I waved off her remark grabbing the shot and picking it up for a toast. She was right, he did like me but I didn't want a relationship it would have complicated my overall goal of sexual freedom. We made sure to tell each other when we had sex elsewhere and got regular checkups and I felt how weird it was the first time I turned him down for a newer partner.
"To the next thing!" She proclaimed louder than required hitting our glasses together and downing the shot.
"Do you have any sex toys?" I knew the answer or more accurately I assumed the answer but I hadn't quite let go of the idea of public masturbation and decided I might need something faster than my fingers.
She coughed a bit surprised by my question while she was focused on the chips and salsa.
"Uh duh? What kind of woman do you take me for? Don't you have some?" Her face made me feel stupid because I didn't and she saw it.
"What the hell! Seriously? Not even like a little vibe?" The amount of drama she was bringing to these simple questions was way over the top but such is my girl.
"No, not even a vibe. Sometimes I look online for some but never order anything. I don't know what half the shit does and most of it is a lot. Like why do I need ten vibration settings?"
She immediately burst into laughter bringing me along with her while we imitated jackhammer noises. Laughter turned into tears as the jokes got more and more vulgar one upping our power tool references and what it must mean about you if you needed all that to get off. When we finally calmed down remembering I lived in an apartment and had neighbors she poured another shot told me to hang on and got up heading to my room. I imagined she was just using the bathroom but she came back with her hands behind her back.
"This is one of those moments where I tell you not to get weird on me." She said sitting down awkwardly with her hands behind her back. I did in fact have a tendency to get "weird" as she put it but she shocked me so often I don't know how she expected me to react.
"Let me guess you are a jackhammer kind of girl and you have Tim the Tool Man Taylor's workbench behind you." I responded making us both erupt into laughter.
"Oh my god, ok look." She pulled a towel from behind her setting it on the floor and unrolling it revealing four phallic shaped objects with varied size and realism.
"Uhm wow that's a lot!" I said reaching for the one that looked most like a real dick before stopping.
"Are these clean Dee the builder?" I smirked to an extreme eye roll making us laugh once more.
"Yes, they are clean pick one up drama queen!"
I picked up the beige colored dick that was roughly maybe seven inches but skinny. It had veins on it and was very flexible so of course I wiggled it around in her face laughing. When she tried to swat it is when I noted the flared end under the fake set of balls.
"A suction cup, what for?"
"Haha, you can stick it to something and ride it like your floor or a wall. Personally, this one is my shower buddy." She said taking it and slapping it down on my coffee table and slapping it showing it stay secured but flop around.
I immediately pictured my friend in the shower backing up against it and against her advice as usual I got weird.
"Ok I haven't had enough to drink for this." I said averting my eyes only to end up on the other three devices in front of me.
"No, no, no How are you such a deviant and such a prude at the same time! Yes, I masturbate just like you do I just use toys girl relax!" She handed me the poured shot and we both put them back quickly and I decided to just accept this was going to happen.
"Now this one is fun and discrete, good for travel." She said picking up a smaller slim vibrator with a bit of a curve on the tip. She turned the bottom and it began to vibrate making me jump.
"See feel!" She handed it to me and it felt powerful like it would rattle my bones.
"Is this like normal or super strong?"
"Nope that's your most basic, it seems like a lot until you use it. Once it goes inside its not as loud and the vibrations feel amazing. With the end you can hit the G spot perfectly." She said making a penetrating gesture.
My over active imagination was sending me very graphic images of my friend. It made me think of her reading my stories using these toys. I was lost in thought as she explained the next two, maybe it was a fantasy. I saw her in bed with backing up on the suction cup dick while staring at her computer letting my words. I heard her explicit moans, saw her breast swaying while she rocked back and forth slowly imagining James working me over at the same pace. I felt my face heat up and my lip snug between my teeth.
"Uh earth to Belle? You ok?" Her hand in front of my face waving brought me out of my trance.
"Yeah I am cool just, I just, drank too much." I replied feeling embarrassed.
"Oh, shit don't puke on me tonight I really don't want to clean puke."
"I won't, I won't." I tried to laugh it off.
"Well...if you want to take one of these tonight like I said they are clean. In the morning we will go to a shop and get you some." She asked arching an eyebrow. I knew she wouldn't settle for no and I also knew I wouldn't use it, I couldn't. So instead I decided to challenge her.
"So, you want me to use a toy you've already cummed on, girl please." I laughed and waved her off glad she responded with laughter as well.
"You right, you right we will just pick you something up in the morning."
With that the conversation shifted, an hour later we went off to bed. Two more shots, a shower, and a whole slew of non-sexual conversations later and there I was in bed horny and thinking about Cassidy. I tried to just go to bed I really did but my body called for more. I wondered if she was on the couch using one of those toys right now. I wondered if she always did when she came to visit, why else would she bring all those toys she had to be using them. My mind drifted to her long showers, how hard it was to wake her up in the morning and how she always found excuses to take mid-day naps.
Putting the pillow over my face I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind but they kept coming back. I opened my last email I sent out to the group and re-read it playing the scene out in my head the first time James let me work on various positions of me on top. My riding skills needed work but I read my words thinking of how it felt to bounce on his dick while he moaned under me. I let my hand slip into my pajama bottoms slowly finding my clit, going over the words and enjoying the stimulation.
