"My what?!?!" I asked.
"Your butt," Vincent replied. "The KY is for your butt. And this, too." He pulled out a drug-store enema box. "And, this..." He tossed a small felt bag to me. I caught it and wondered what it could be. It felt heavy enough to be metal. I untied the string holding it closed and pulled out a shiny steel plug with a jeweled flat end. "Is this a butt plug?" I asked.
"Yep." Vincent answered.
"Your idea?" I asked.
"Nope." Vincent answered, as he continued emptying the contents of the paper bag.
I knew about butt plugs, thanks to Sherry's older sister. I wondered if my mom would have approved of Sherry's older sister, Trish, as adventurous as she claimed to have been in her early twenties. Sherry showed me a similar butt plug at a sleepover at Jenny's a few months earlier. A gift from Trish. She said it didn't take long to get used to, but Trish swore by them if you ever thought you might want to try butt sex.
I didn't have a problem with the idea, but I thought that was something older women did after having a few kids. Maybe when their pussies weren't as tight as they used to be and they wanted to give their guys something a little tighter. Trish, however, hadn't had any kids, yet. She was still enjoying her adult youth, as my mom would say.
I met Trish when she was stilling living under the same roof with Sherry. We were really young when we moved to the area, so I barely remember what any of Trish's boyfriends looked like. I knew she dated a lot, though. Sherry would tell me all about the heavy petting she could hear through her bedroom wall. I wondered who Trish ended up marrying. Now I wondered who was in her pool of fuck buddies that they invited into their bed on a regular basis. Mike, maybe? He was certainly old enough. Definitely not Vincent.
I wasn't surprised when Sherry told me about Trish's lifestyle choice. Trish could have been a model. She was tall, athletic, long dark hair, long legs, nice C cup boobs that looked great with or without a bra, and super sexy eyes. When I watched the girl on girl porn on Sherry's brother's computer, I wondered who I might experiment with if I wanted to try being a lesbian for a day. Maybe Jenny. Definitely Trish. Now that I knew what if felt like to have my pussy licked, I wonder what it would be like to lick a pussy, myself. Maybe Trish's pussy. It was no wonder that she always had at least two boyfriends while she was still in high school, and how she continued having at least two boyfriends at the same time until her second year of college. She oozed sex appeal. I did wonder, though, how her husband kept it together when she was being passed around a room full of guys like a bag of popcorn at a Super Bowl party. I'm sure Trish thought it was great, from what she told Sherry.
I definitely wanted to try butt sex some day, but I thought that was a few years away. I certainly found a tongue in my butthole exhilarating, and Vincent's pinky felt fantastic while he fingered my pussy. But the thought of being butt fucked by either Vincent or Mike had me a little worried. Correction, being butt fucked by Mike had me a lot worried.
Besides, maybe this was what my mom meant by overdoing it.
"Vincent, I don't know about this," I said, holding the shiny object in my palm.
"You'll figure it out." Vincent said, matter-of-factly. "Really. Don't worry about it. Nobody's going to hurt you, at least not permanently."
He wasn't being mean, but he did seem a little detached.
We both ate a surprisingly delicious bag brunch in silence. When he finished, he stripped down to his briefs, closed the curtains, and slid under the covers in bed. I cleaned up the little table, took off my terry cloth hotel robe, and got in bed next to him.
"You okay?" I asked, reaching down his body for his manhood.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's sleep for awhile, okay?" he answered. "Get some rest."
Before I knew it, Vincent was sound asleep.
I decided to get up and take the enema box, butt plug, and KY into the bathroom. I closed the door, turned on the light, and read the instructions. Was I really going to get butt fucked by Vincent or Mike today? I have to admit, I was curious about it. I had been worried about getting fucked for the first time, but it turned out I had been worried about nothing. I loved getting fucked. Maybe butt sex wouldn't be that bad, either.
I wasn't sure how immediate the cleanse would be, or how long it would last, but I decided to go for it, anyway. The KY made the insertion easy. A good sign.
I don't know how long I was in the bathroom. It felt like forever. Once that emotional event was over, I decided to take another shower, but this time when I finished, I didn't bother with the make-up . I was just as pretty without it, and who did I need to seduce at this point? I had two attractive guys that really wanted to fuck me, and they both seemed okay with each other doing it. What more could a girl want?
I went back to the tube of KY and decided to try fingering my butt hole. One finger was nothing. Two fingers were a little more difficult, though. Vincent was as thick as my wrist. Mike was as a little thicker. How was this not going to hurt?
I pushed the KY against my anus and squeezed in nearly half the tube's contents. Another first, I supposed. I had lost my oral and vaginal virginity, and both experiences had turned out to be incredible. I wondered how I was going to like losing my anal virginity. I lubed the butt plug and tried several times to push it past my sphincter. Eventually, it popped in and I shuddered from a moment of pain, but then relaxed.
"Okay," I whispered. "That wasn't so bad." I turned around and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. I wondered if anyone would be able to tell I had a butt plug in my butt through my clothes. It could definitely be seen while wearing a thong bikini. I wonder what people would think if they saw that. Is it a turn on for them? Does it announce to the world that I like sticking things up my butt? It didn't hurt. It wasn't even uncomfortable.
I turned out the bathroom light, put the tube of KY on the nightstand, and slipped under the covers next to Vincent. He stirred, slightly, but continued breathing deeply. The sound lulled me to sleep almost immediately.
I woke up about two hours later, feeling as if I had slept all day. The covers had been pulled down and Vincent was sporting a two-thirds erection as he slept on his back.
The sight of it stirred something in my sex that I didn't remember feeling before. I was getting turned on just by the sight of his erection. That hadn't happened before, even while watching the porn videos at Sherry's. I've felt urges before, but now, having actually had someone inside me, and knowing the feeling, and knowing what its like to have someone make me come hard, I felt myself wanting that feeling again. And again.
I carefully slid between his legs and pulled down his briefs until his cock sprang free. I admired it for a few moments before slowly putting my mouth on him.
He groaned just a little, probably thinking he was having a great dream. I gradually licked his shaft, wetting it with my saliva before taking half his length down my throat. His pre-come had been as delicious as ever, and I was really starting to wonder why that was.
I felt his hand come up behind my head, forcing more of his cock down my throat. I wasn't sure if he was awake or if he still thought he was dreaming.