My name is Christine and at the time of this story I was eighteen and just starting a new job in the offices of a major transport firm. I was young, naïve and innocent - well, not completely innocent, I mean I wasn't a virgin or anything, but I wasn't very sexually experienced, and to be honest the idea of having some guy huffing and puffing on top of you until he squirts his load up you was not exactly my idea of fun. I even found it a turn off to have the rough hairy chest of my first, and only, boyfriend rubbing on my own soft skin. So you can see that sex wasn't exactly at the top of my wish list. Done it, didn't like it, parked it, that was my attitude to sex and I just didn't think about it very much. Perhaps if I'd ever orgasmed with him I might have enjoyed it more, but that was something I'd only ever done for myself up to then.
But maybe if I'd been more sexually active I'd also have been a bit more savvy and worldly-wise, and perhaps then I would have been suspicious when Karen invited me around to her place for coffee one evening in my first week at work, but I thought she was just being friendly to a newcomer. It never occurred to me that when a twenty seven year old invites a teenager, whom she had never met before, to visit her home, then there just has to be some ulterior motive. Oh well, hindsight and all that.
Karen and I had met at the photocopier and got talking while we waited for her rather lengthy copy run to complete itself. She was a tall, slim, and extremely good looking redhead with beautiful green eyes, a disarming smile and an openly tactile nature. I mean, at different times her hand rested on both my shoulder and my arm while we stood there talking, but only with the sort of innocent touches that one might share with a friend. The upshot of our chat was that, when she discovered that I lived only a ten minute walk from her place, she invited me to call round, and I accepted because I liked her.
After work I changed from my business suit (the kind I wrongly thought everyone in the office should be wearing) and put on a loose and comfortable summer skirt. I kept my white blouse on, mainly because I thought it went with the skirt, but also because I didn't want to look too scruffy for my new friend. Then, at eight on the dot, I was knocking on Karen's door.
When the door opened and I was invited in, that's when I got my first surprise of the evening. Karen was wearing just a loose black towelling bathrobe. She stood back and motioned me past her.
'Come in Chris. I'm sorry you've caught me like this. I'm running a bit late and I've just had a shower. I got a bit involved in something else.' There was a strangely shy smile on her face as she said that last bit. I couldn't help but wonder what it was she'd got involved with.
'Do you want me to call back?' I asked, not sure what else to say.
'No, of course not, it's my fault. I'll get you a coffee and then I'll go get dressed.'
Her living room was one of those naturally relaxing rooms where everything seemed lived in without being shabby, and it just generally felt inviting. There was a soft brown couch across in front of the open fire with a deep red leather chair either side, several occasional tables were dotted about carrying magazines, coasters, pens, and so on - the usual detritus of untidy everyday living. The only thing that struck me was that both leather chairs seemed to belong to someone, if you know what I mean, because they each had a cushion at a particular angle and different things placed beside them. Karen must have picked up on this.
'I'm not married, but I'd better explain that I do have a housemate, Tia, who shares with me. But don't worry, she's out tonight.'
I wasn't worried, why should I be? She indicated for me to sit on the couch and headed for the door.
'I'll just make us some coffee.' She paused as if considering something. 'Unless you'd like a glass of wine?'
'I'd prefer wine, if I may.' I didn't, but it sounded more much grown up and sophisticated than coffee, and I was still at the "trying to impress my elders" stage.
She nodded and exited, leaving me alone to look about me. I was impressed by the state of the art sound system and the fact that there were not one, but two, lap tops on the rich mahogany side table. Then I remembered about Tia. My eyes flitted around, taking in the rest of the furnishings. I must admit that the conservative dark red mahogany that Karen seemed to prefer is not to my taste, but it did lend warmth and it did suit the feel of the room. I was gazing at a large old-fashioned sideboard when I saw something that made me gasp with surprise, because there in full view, standing on its end, was a white plastic vibrator, the standard kind shaped like an eight inch pointed plastic cock, and anything more incongruous to the setting would be hard to imagine. I couldn't help but smile to myself, because at least now I'd got some idea why she was running late.
Vibrators weren't something that appealed to me with my self imposed celibacy, but I wasn't so out of touch that I didn't know how popular they had become. I just hoped Karen wouldn't feel too embarrassed when she realised she'd left it out on show. I was torn between pointing it out and ignoring it, and ignoring it won out simply because of my own shyness.
She bustled back in carrying a bottle and two glasses, still wearing just her robe, making me blush by bending over to put the wine down and presenting me with a brief view of two gorgeous breasts and one lovely pink tipped nipple. It wasn't seeing her boobs that made me colour up, but the fact that I found myself almost craning my neck for a better view. If she'd seen me looking I'm sure I'd have been on the receiving end of a sharp tongue, and rightly so.
She opened the wine, poured a generous amount into each glass and then plonked herself down on the couch beside me.
'So, how is your first week at the office?' She asked, still apparently completely unaware that her front was partly open.
'Better than I expected.' I told her truthfully.
'Yes, it's not a bad place really.' She smiled and took a deep drink of her wine, making me feel bound to follow her example.
For a little while we discussed our mutual workplace and the people there. She advised me about who was nice, who was bitchy, who had their nose tinted brown and who you could trust, and so on. It was all valuable information if I was to get on in such and environment. Once again she was very tactile, her hand resting on my arm more than once, not that I minded particularly, it was nice to feel so close to someone so quickly. She topped up our glasses each time we took a drink from them, and so that I found myself drinking more than I was used to.
At one point my eyes were wandering around the room again, as you tend to do in strange surroundings, when they lit on that vibrator again. I'd pretty much forgotten about it and so when I saw it I started in surprise, making Karen's gaze follow mine.
'Oh!' She said. 'I'd forgotten about that.'
I half expected her to jump up and hide it, but she simply shrugged and left it on show. Just like her state of dress, it didn't seem to bother her.
'Never mind.' She said. 'I expect you've got one too.'
I shook my head, a little more vigorously than perhaps the situation demanded. 'No, I've never had one.'
