Lisa and I were in my bedroom trying to pick an outfit for me to wear at the firm's annual dinner. Dressing up is not something I'm very good at.
'And so what's this?'
She was holding up the large black strap-on dildo that I'd forgotten was in the drawer I kept my scarves in when I asked her to get my green silk one out for me. My face promptly went bright red.
'Exactly what it looks like.' I answered, trying to sound blasΓ©.
'So exactly what are you doing with it?' She asked.
The truth was that I had a kinky husband who liked me to take him from behind with it, but I couldn't tell Lisa that now could I? I stuttered and stammered unconvincingly about wanting a more adventurous sex life while I tried desperately to come up with a believable explanation, but it wasn't working and Lisa jumped to the obvious conclusion.
'I didn't know you were into girls, Debs.' She said.
'I'm not.' I protested, alarmed.
If truth be told, I'm not into girls, well, not really, but I have always harboured a touch of bi-curiosity. Just a vague wonder what it would be like to be with a woman. Not that I was about to admit that to Lisa, or to do anything about it.
'Yeah, right. Now pull the other one.' She was teasing me, but I could sense that there was a kind of serious enquiry behind the words. 'So what's it for, just in case you decide to turn lezzie?'
'No, really, I'm straight.' I gave in when I saw the disbelief on her face, knowing that I'd have to tell her to prevent her thinking of me being a closet lesbian. 'Look, if I tell you, will you promise to keep it secret?'
'Of course I will.' Her eyes shone with curiosity.
'Promise?'
She nodded. 'Promise. And you've got to tell me now because you've got me wondering.'
I looked at her for a few moments wondering how to tell her then I just shrugged my shoulders and launched into it.
'It's Frank. He's straight too, but he likes me to use it and fuck him up the bum with it sometimes.'
'You're kidding?' A grin of astonished amusement was spreading over her face. 'Really?'
'Yep, really.' I confirmed. 'You know what they say, it takes all sorts. But that's between you and me, and it mustn't get out.'
'And does he use it on you as well then?'
'No!' I almost stopped at that, but for some reason I went on. 'I've asked him to, but he won't. He says if I can have the real deal, why do I want plastic?'
'And you haven't fancied trying it with someone else, like a woman? I'm sure there's a girl who would like to do it for you.'
'No not really.'
'Not really, eh?' She giggled. 'So you have a little bit?'
She was getting to close to the truth. 'No. I told you, I'm not into women.'
'Come on, we're friends. You can admit it to me.'
'What, so you can have a laugh?'
'I think you've admitted it now, saying that. And no, I wouldn't laugh because I've wanted to go to bed with a woman for years, but I've never had the chance.'
That was something I hadn't expected. Never ever had Lisa given any indication that she was even remotely bi-curious. I stood and stared at her.
'So you see, you can tell me.' Her face had that please take me seriously look on it. 'In fact, if you want someone to use that dildo on you, I'm your girl.'
Just for a moment a flash of real lust shot through me. God, if only I had the nerve. I felt myself take a sharp breath at the thought.
'You do, don't you? I can see it on your face.' She smiled hungrily. 'Shall we try it?'
I gazed at her in silent alarm, which she promptly interpreted only too accurately. I won't detail the 'no we can't' versus the 'of course we can' conversation that followed, but eventually lust overtook reluctance and I finally gave in, speaking so quietly at the carpet that I almost didn't hear it myself.
'What was that, Debs?' She pressed. 'Did you say yes?'
'Yes.' I looked up defiantly. 'But if we do, then nobody must know.'
'Agreed.' She looked so brightly enthusiastic she almost put me off. 'But we'll just use the dildo, nothing more. Okay?'
For a moment I didn't understand. 'What do you mean?'
'No kissing, or licking, or fingering, or anything?'
'Good God, no!' I was shocked that she could think such a thing. 'No, I just want to know what it's like to have that thing used on me, nothing else. In fact do it to me from behind.'
I figured that way we couldn't accidentally get too involved. Events were already getting out of control as it was. But I did want to feel that big plastic cock up me, and the idea of Lisa doing it was getting more and more appealing. In fact now that the decision was made I could feel myself moistening at the thought.
It's funny how once you've decided on a certain course of action, no matter how unlikely it had once seemed, it becomes no longer anything to fear, and very soon both Lisa and I were stripping off our clothes and giggling excitedly, though why we both automatically decided we should be in the nude I'm not sure, but we did. It made for an exciting and interesting comparison though. She's built quite a bit different to me; I'm getting on for six foot tall and slim with hardly any boobs or hips, while she's shorter, with a very feminine shape and full breasts. We are both dark-haired, but we differed in one other respect too. I had a full natural bush, but to my surprise I saw that Lisa was shaved completely smooth. I thought how sexy it looked.
'Well, I like it.' She said defensively when she saw me looking.
'So do I.' I admitted, wondering if I should try the same.
She picked up the dildo and adjusted the straps to fit her hips before stepping into the harness and pulling it up with an exaggerated shimmy that had me giggling all over again. It looked strange, seeing my friend naked but with a big black penis jutting out of her crotch, but lust once again coursed through my being and I just wanted it inside me.
'Let's do it.' I told her, flinging waiting dresses from the bed to make room and then clambering on to kneel on all fours, waiting breathlessly for her to climb on behind me.
Because I was so much taller than Lisa it took a few attempts to get us lined up. I had to spread my legs wide and then stick my bottom out backwards, making myself really open and vulnerable. I folded my arms and lowered my head onto them, and waited, bottom up and feeling delightfully submissive.
I sensed her shuffling about behind me for a moment or two, and then I felt the cold plastic of the dildo searching for my entrance. It is a big dildo, I sometimes wonder how Frank manages to accommodate it, but he does, and in my minds eye I saw it pushing in, stretching me as it entered. I couldn't help it; I let out a little whimper before she even found the way in, partly from arousal and partly trepidation.
'You okay?' Lisa's voice was a breathless whisper.
'Yes, fine.' I told her. 'It's just so new to me.'
'And me.' She pressed forward just a little and I felt my pussy lips open to enclose the head. 'I've never done anything like this before.'
Again she shuffled forward a tiny bit and her hands gripped at my hips, ready to slide it into me. I tensed ready, wanting it, needing it, but scared of what it meant to be fucked by a woman. It was only a dildo, I told myself, we weren't touching each other or doing anything very intimate, but it still felt scary -- and thrilling at the same time.
As she pushed it into me the hands holding on to my hips felt so small and cool that I couldn't help but compare them with Frank's big rough ones, and it seemed so absurd that the large rigid thing that was sliding deep into my vagina could have anything to do with the beautiful girl who knelt behind me. But it felt so good, the contrast making it even more exciting, especially when she had pushed it so far into me that I was full of cold hard plastic and I could feel her warm skin pressed against my bottom. She paused, with the dildo right inside me, her fingers gripping tight to my hips and her body pressed against mine, as if she too was savouring the sensation.
She drew back hesitantly, not sure how far to move and trying not to pull it right out, and then paused. I knew what she was doing; I could almost feel her eyes gazing at the black shaft protruding from my wet pussy. I expected to feel shy, but instead the realisation that she was looking at me so intimately was another unexpected turn on.
'Does it look as nice as it feels?' I asked her softly over my shoulder, wondering what it looked like.