Just after I turned 18 my best friend invited me to stay over for the night. She had a surprise for me, she said, with much giggling. Bitch would not tell me what it was, just giggling and saying it was something fun. So I capitulated and wandered around to her house for dinner, prepared to stay the night.
Suzy lives with her father. He's a big friendly man of about forty. I've always got on well with him. He's genuinely nice and has a great sense of humour. Suzy was surprisingly close mouthed about the surprise, just telling me that we would get around to it after dinner.
We had dinner and did the dishes and Jack, Suzy's dad, went off to watch TV while Suzy and I went to her room. Once in her room Suzy turned to me, giggling.
"Jack sent me these," she said, holding up a box. "The note he put in with them said I could use these for practice until I was ready for the real thing." (I should point out that the Jack she was referring to was Jack Junior, her brother, currently away at school. It was not, most definitely not, her father, Jack Senior, who was going to throttle his son and heir when he found out about this present.)
There were two dildo's in the box. I was blushing and giggling right along with Suzy. I mean, we were both still virgins and I don't think either of us had ever actually used a dildo before. I know I hadn't.
We giggled and fooled around with the dildo's, turning them on and off, threatening each other, pretending we were going to use them, just the normal clowning. As you can guess we eventually got around to holding them against ourselves and each other, just buzzing each other through our clothes to start with.
Things heated up a little when Suzy dropped her panties and started using the dildo to stroke herself. (Still externally, at this stage.) Not to be outdone, I followed suit, so there we were half naked, buzzing ourselves with dildos and breathing a little hard, feeling both naughty and excited.
Suzy again led the way in inserting the dildo. Not sticking it right in, we weren't going to be stupid about it, but just sticking the end of it in and then closing her legs to hold it there while it buzzed, her face flushed.
As you can guess, it was a case of monkey see, monkey do. I followed Suzy's example. The trouble is we ran into a little problem at that stage. Or rather, I ran into a little problem, and it was called Suzy.
I'd just insert this dildo inside me, not too deep, and was feeling it vibrating and doing odd things to me. Then Suzy jumped up off the bed and tripped over something. Probably the clothes lying on the floor. When we ditched our shorts and panties we'd just dumped them on the floor. After all, we were intending to put them back on.
Anyway, Suzy tripped. There was no way she was going to risk falling with that dildo half up her. Imagine accidentally sitting on it. So she jerked it out real fast, even as she was falling. So how did I get involved? When she jerked the dildo out her elbow came around and banged hard right on the end of mine.
I was easing the dildo inside me when it happened. One moment the dildo is just passing my lips, buzzing and tantalizing, the next, Suzy's elbow goes pow right on the end of mine, driving that damned dildo in a lot further than I expected or wanted.
Oh god, I just couldn't believe it. That dildo went banging up me and something gave way and it fucking hurt. I gave this loud painful yowl and jerked the dildo out, screaming again, in fright this time, as I found myself bleeding rather badly.
Suzy looks at me and looks at the blood and she starts yelling and then there was a hard knock on the door. Suzy gave an even louder squawk and literally jumped into her panties and shorts, heaving them into position even as the door opened.
Me, I was left standing there, half naked, crying, blood running down my legs, a dildo in my hand. Not my finest moment.
As you may have guessed, there being no one else in the house, it was Suzy's father, come to investigate the panicky screams, which I suppose was a reasonable thing for him to do.
He looked at me and just shook his head slightly.
"I'm bleeding," I wailed, not knowing what to do.
Jack calmly took the dildo out of my hand and held it up for a moment before tossing it onto the bed.
"I think that you'll find that you have managed to pop your cherry," he said cheerfully. "That will explain the pain, the screams and the blood. Rather careless of you."
"But I'm bleeding," I wailed again. I could still feel the blood running down my legs.
Jack was all smooth sympathy. Don't worry about it, he told me. Everything would be fine. Come along and I'll get you cleaned up and make sure that you're not actually hurt. With that he coldly told Suzy to wait where she was and then he was ushering me out of Suzy's room and down the hallway and into his. He told me to just stand still for a minute and then he grabbed a towel from the en suite and draped it on the bed. That done he had me sit on the towel.
Next thing I know he's got this warm damp face washer and is using it to clean the blood off my legs, starting at my feet and working up.
"You'll find that it should stop bleeding of its own accord," he told me, his manner briskly professional, but still a little embarrassing.
It was even more embarrassing when he wiped the blood away from my pussy and then used a small hand towel to pat me dry.
"I think the bleeding has stopped already," he told me quite calmly. "I think you're going to be fine."
He 'thinks' I'll be fine? I'd rather have a gold plated guarantee. I still had the memory of that stabbing pain. He must have seen my disquietude, because he gave me an encouraging smile
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll make a quick check to see that everything's OK. It can't be any more embarrassing than what's already happened. I'm assuming that you don't want to go and see a doctor and have a formal examination?"
