The Love Stimulator School Friend

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This story is part of the

Love Stimulator

series and follows Sarah and the mischief she gets up to with her famed Clit Master Stimulator 9000.

Enjoy!

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It was Friday afternoon and my husband, and the kids were out of town on a school camping trip for the weekend. I was supposed to go with them and all week I was pressured by the other parents from school to 'come along and have a great time,' but when I reminded them of how I nearly drowned in the lake on last year's camping trip, they all left me alone. Of course, this was a lie, for I am an excellent swimmer, and I just faked nearly dying last year just to escape the drudgery of dealing with some of the other parents that were on the trip.

With the long weekend to myself, I was thinking about spending the night by the fireplace--in solidarity with my family of course--while I ate a takeaway, drank some wine, and masturbated to some BBC porn.

I was just about to sneak out of work, when out of the blue I got a text from my old university friend Megan. Her husband and daughter were off to see his mother for the night in Bournemouth, and she was wondering if we could get a quick drink after work. Of course, this would require me to put off my plans to touch myself indecently for several hours in the lounge at home, but Megan was always good for a laugh.

Megan and I first met in university years ago where we both studied Journalism. We hit it off, and after both of our initial dormmates turned out to be psychopaths, we shared a dorm room together for the next three years. I couldn't count the number of times she held my hair back when I was sick, or the number of times she saved me from going home with the wrong bloke. And now, although we both lived in London it had been a good few months--if not more--since we last managed to see each other.

We agreed to meet up at a pub not too far away from the university where she now taught as a lecturer in journalism. I wasn't familiar with the area where she wanted to meet, but it was only five or six tube stops away from my work. When I got out of the underground, it was already dark, cold, and threating to rain. As I walked to the pub, over the next ten minutes I must have passed nearly twenty perfectly good wine bars, pubs, and restaurants that I definitely could see myself spending the night in, until I eventually found this horribly scruffy dive bar, sandwiched between a chicken shop and a place that sells car tyres. For a second, I sincerely hoped that I got the address wrong, but no, there was Megan with her frizzy dark hair and gold rimmed glasses, standing outside the bar in her long black raincoat, smoking a cigarette.

I managed to creep up on Megan before she spotted me. "When did you start smoking again?" I demanded of her which caused her to jump. Then I thought about it for a second. "Oh no! In uni, the only time you would smoke was when you were stressed during finals, or you were seeing someone new, or something bad has happened."

"And there you are, late as usual," Megan shot back before she leaned in a gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm not that late," I protested before I glanced down at my watch and realized that I was.

Megan gave me a dirty look before she quickly finished off her cigarette and tossed the remains into the street. "Come. Let's get a drink," she said as she pulled me into the dirty little pub. Thankfully the place was nearly empty, and no one other than the bar tender looked up when we stepped inside.

We quickly ordered two pints and sat down in a booth in the corner that Megan had already claimed as her own.

"Alright, why did you drag me here?" I said as I eyed Megan carefully. "I know damn well that this isn't your local pub. What's going on?"

Megan's eyes went big behind her gold rimmed glasses as she clasped her pint glass tight in her hands but didn't say a word.

"Ah, we're playing this game," I said as I eyed her carefully. Megan and I had been playing the 'guess what the other person is thinking while they sit there in awkward silence' game since Uni. I stared at Megan across the dark table for a second until I made my first guess, "You are Mark are getting a divorce!" I suddenly gasped.

"No," said Megan, "Mark and I are fine, sort of."

"He had an affair!" I guessed out loud. "With a man! Marks gay! I knew it!" I doubled down.

Megan laughed, "no, not Mark."

"Wait? What?" I was suddenly confused. "Are you saying that Mark isn't gay, or that he hasn't had an affair? Which is it?"

"In this case, Mark hasn't done anything," Megan confessed.

"If Mark hasn't..." I suddenly trailed off as Megan looked at me with her big brown eyes. "You had an affair!"

"Could you shout it any louder," Megan snorted. "I think the guy with the face tattoo by the bar didn't quite make out what you said.

"You had an affair," I whispered intensely as I leaned across the tiny table and cusped both of her hands.

"Yes!" said Megan as her eyes flashed and she grinned with her bright white teeth.

"Oh my god! I didn't think you were capable of such a thing," I answered honestly.

"What's his name? What does he do? Do you have a photo of him?" I asked a little breathless.

"Stop. Stop," Megan said as she held up her hands. "For my own sanity, let me first explain the whole story, before you jump to any more conclusions."

"But I like jumping to conclusions," I pouted.

Megan gave me a dirty look until I sat back and mimed zipping my lips shut.

"Okay," Megan said as she paused to take a sip of her beer. "About six months ago I was suffering terribly at work from brain fog, the sweats, and I had no libido whatsoever. I thought that I was losing my mind, or worse, I was certain that I had brain cancer, or whatever. I was fully prepared for death, but then Mark caught some documentary about women who were perimenopausal on Channel 4 with that presenter lady, you know the one with the bangs that I hate."

"I don't like her either," I quickly chirped in.

"He told me about the documentary the next day and we had a huge fight about it," Megan said with a shrug of her shoulders and an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "But the next week, he got me an appointment with the GP. I figured that the GP was just going to tell me that I was crazy too, but instead my GP immediately diagnosed me as premenopausal, and she started me on hormone replacement therapy that day."

"I started HRT about a year ago myself," I said as I held up my pint glass before we clanked them together.

"The HRT patches helped me immensely with the brain fog and sweats, but my libido was gone. I couldn't get excited for the life of me. Absolutely nothing worked. Mark and I hadn't had full sex in nearly a year at that point. So, a few months later during a follow up appointment with my GP, I told her about my libido problems, so she prescribed me this," Megan said as she quickly reached into her purse and pulled out a small pump medical applicator and handed it to me.

"Testosterone?" I said a little shocked as I read the label.

"Apparently women need testosterone too, especially for their sex drive, and my body just wasn't producing enough."

"What do you do with it?" I asked as I turned it over in my hands.

"Every morning before I go to work, I give myself a little pump and then I rub the gel into my...you know..." she motioned with her finger, "down there."

"Does it work?" I whispered as if it was some sort of illegal drug.

"Oh god yes!" Megan rolled her eyes. "And there has been some interesting side effects too."

"Did you grow a penis?" I laughed before I took a drink.

"No, but my clit has grown," Megan said in an almost manic way.

"No!" I shot back. "How is that even possible?"

"I can show you," Megan said unblinking.

"Here? Now? In the pub?" I asked before I quickly glanced over my shoulder.

"No. Let me show you a photo," Megan said as she grabbed for her phone and began swiping around. "Here!" she said as she handed me her phone.

I quickly pulled on my reading glasses to see a very nude photo of Megan. It was taken from several years back because I recognized her hair cut. The photo was of Megan trying to hide her face as she sat naked on the end of a plush armchair with high armrests with her legs spread wide open. "Wow! I was not expecting to see that tonight," I said as I carefully zoomed in on the image of Megan's open vulva with my two fingers to get a better view.

"Can you see anything?" Megan demanded.

"No," I said as I zoomed in on the hood of her clitoris until the photo got grainy. "Maybe you weren't excited that day."

"I was never excited!" Megan said as she banged her hand on the heavy wooden table. "And that was the problem." She quickly snatched her phone back and swiped around until she found another, more recent photo to show me. "This was taken about a month ago."

The photo was taken on the same armchair in the same pose, but this time Megan stared straight down the lens of the camera.

"Oh my," I said as my cheeks suddenly flushed red at the sight of her very much aroused clit as it jetted majestically a good two centimetres from the bright red folds of her pussy. I simultaneously began to drool a little while my pussy grew wet. "What does your husband think of all this?" I said as I handed her back her phone and took a quick drink.

"If I'm honest, I don't even think Mark even realized that we ever stopped having sex," said Megan.

"So, is that why you had an affair?" I asked.

"I'm still having an affair!" Megan squealed.

"Please tell me it's with some sleazy guy from the internet?" I said as I crossed my fingers.

"It's one of my students from university," Megan said carefully.

"Oh god yes! That works too!" I cried out. "Let me guess, a young hot Greek boy, with a perfect tan? Or maybe an Arab guy with long black hair and smouldering eyes...."

"Her name is Amy, she's blonde, and she is from up north somewhere," Megan shot out.

My mind was blown. I sat there for several seconds with my mouth open trying to think of what to say. Eventually I managed to ask, "So are you a lesbian now?"

"No! At least I don't think so, but I do like the attention," Megan said before she took a quick drink, and then turned away from me in a sudden wave of embarrassment.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my Clit Master Stimulator 9000 and sat it down on the table next to her testosterone pump. "I too have a bit of a confession to make."

For the next ten minutes I told her about having sex with the other mums from school. How me, my boss, and now several of the other women from work have regularly started hosting 'de-stressing' events after work which has greatly helped with our overall team performance, and much, much more. When I was finished it was my turn to sit there in silence while Megan judged me.

For the longest time, Megan just stared at me while she occasionally blinked and tilted her head in various ways before she eventually spoke, "So you just let her pee in your mouth?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Your Boss?"

"Yes," I confirmed. "I guess I did, but it sounds weird when you say it out loud like that."

"I'm sure it does," Megan laughed before the two of us both went silent as we sat in the corner of the darken pub. "Why don't you come sit next to me?" Megan eventually asked.

I slid into the booth next to her and I could instantly feel the heat radiating off of Megan's body.

"May I try some?" I asked as I pointed to her pump on the table.

"Please do," Megan said as she bit her lip.

My heart was beathing fast when I picked up her testosterone pump up off the table, and I said, "Tell me what to do."

"Put some on your finger," she said a little breathless.

I gently pressed down on the tiny pump until a little clear squirt of gel came out onto my index finger. "What do I do now?" I asked Megan while I looked around the bar to make sure no one was watching.

"I like to rub it around on my clit, but I don't think it matters where you put it down there," Megan smiled.

I carefully slipped my hand down the front of my work trousers, into my panties, and then down the front of my hairy minge until I found my clit. My clit was already hard and starting to throb a little. I carefully placed the cool gel directly onto my clit and gave myself several over exaggerated swirls that felt wonderful before I pulled my hand away. Through Megan's top I could see that her nipples were hard from watching me touch myself.

Megan pressed her body hard into mine. She was burning up, and the throbbing from my clit doubled. We both turned to face each other. I could feel her breath on my face as I watched her wet her lips with her tongue. I felt her hand on my side as she slid it up to my rib cage and came to rest on my right breast where she began to knead my nipple through my shirt.

Just like Megan and I had done all those years ago while on a trip to Paris with our university class, we both leaned in kissed each other full on the mouth. And just like all those years ago, nothing.

As the saying goes, it was like kissing my sister. I slipped her the tongue, as she groped my hard nipples, but something was off. I dropped my hand down between her thighs, which was burning hot, but it felt more like a handshake, rather than the start to a heavy fingering.

We pulled back from each other and stared at each other for a second.

"Huh," I said as I tried to figure out why things weren't working like they had with the other women I had recently been having sex with.

"Maybe it would help if I peed on you?" Megan offered as some sort of diagnosis. "Or you could pee on me, either way."

I could," I said as I quickly looked around the bar to see if anyone here would protest, but I wasn't convinced that would help.

Megan and I pulled a little further apart as we sat looking at each other in confusion.

"Maybe you and I are just friends," I offered.

"You're probably right," Megan complained as she finally let go of my nipple. "But the problem is that I'm still horny."

"Oh god me too," I cried out as I squeezed my thighs together. "I will definitely need to go to the loo and crank one out pretty soon," I laughed before I grabbed my Clit Master 9000 from the table.

"One sec!" Megan said as she suddenly had a light bulb moment and grabbed for her phone. Her thumbs began to flash like lightening as she sent someone a series of messages. When she was done, she closed her phone and set it down in front of us.

"Who did you message?" I asked.

"One sec," Megan said again as she stared for a very long second until suddenly a message from someone named Amy flashed on her phone before our eyes.

The message read, "Sounds like fun, come over. I'm sure Cheryl won't mind."

"Whose Amy?" I demanded.

Megan jumped to her feet, pounded the rest of her beer, and yelled out, "Finish your drink and let's go! We have a date!"

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A quick black cab ride together and we were dropped off in the back of a large block of student flats not far from the University where Megan taught. Megan quickly tied her long black raincoat shut and then flipped up her collar to help give her a little bit of a disguise. I tried to do the same, but no one here knew who I was anyway, so it didn't matter.

Megan and I waited a few feet from the back door to the student dorms as it threatened to rain, until someone came out to grab a smoke, and when they did, she grabbed the door and quietly ushered me inside. She quickly led me through the dorm, which reminded me a lot of the old dorm we had shared years ago. We then climbed five flights of stairs until we came, a little breathless, to the top floor. Megan peeked her head out the fire doors, to see if the coast was clear, and when it was, she motioned me to follow her again.

We quickly stepped out into the hallway and passed nearly twenty identical doors until we came to the one Megan knew. She quickly looked around again, before she gently tapped on the door.

A second later the door opened wide. For some reason I was expecting to see someone tiny and small, but instead the young woman who was standing there was least three inches taller than both Megan and I, and she had bronzed muscular arms and tree trunks for legs. Her eyes were bright blue, and she had a wide smile and blond hair that was pulled back in a French braid. She wore an oversized white England rugby jersey--like the one my husband wears when he is trying to prove to his mates that he is a proper lad--and little else. The jersey fell just below the top of the young woman's thighs, and I was absolutely sure she wasn't wearing panties.

Megan leapt into the younger woman's arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth, while the young woman wrapped her big strong arms around Megan's waist and lifted her up off the floor. The two of them fell into the small dorm room, so I followed them in and shut the door behind me.

The room was tiny with two beds, two desks, a large open window, and was entirely lit up by fairy lights.

I watched them kiss as they spun around in circles. Megan ran her hands up and down the young woman's strong back and grabbed her by her bare arse which confirmed my theory that she definitely wasn't wearing panties, which caused my clit to start to throb again.

Eventually Megan broke free and pushed the young university student away. "Amy, this is my oldest friend Sarah," Megan said as she sat down her bag and began to untie her rain jacket. "She recently discovered she likes women too."

"Oh really," smiled the young woman as she turned to me. I suddenly felt like a rabbit who was about to be ate by a fox. Amy stomped towards me, and before I could protest, Amy wrapped both her strong arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth. She tasted of gin, strawberry bubble gum, and she had an enormous tongue.

I tried to protest for about a second but gave that idea up as soon as I grabbed a hold of Amy's firm arse cheek. "Oh my," I squeaked out as she kissed me deep.

Across the room, Megan quickly stripped out of all of her clothes except for a pair of black stockings. She tossed her clothes onto one of the desks and then she stepped up behind Amy, pressed herself into Amy's back side, and then reached around and ran her hands up and down our bodies.

I opened my eyes to see Megan grinning at me from behind her glasses. She then reached down and grabbed Amy's rugby jersey by the hem and pulled it up over Amy's strong shoulders and the top of her head.

I pulled back a little to take all of naked Amy in. She had full, hard breasts with a large lion tattoo over her heart. Amy went to kiss me again, but Megan reached up and pulled Amy's face to the side where she could slip Amy a little more tongue. When Megan was satisfied, she let go of Amy's face where she could kiss me again.

My head was spinning when I kicked off my shoes and dropped my trousers and jacket to the floor. With Amy and Megan's help, they unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra. I slipped out of my bra but kept my shirt on, for I was a little cold.

From over the top of my panties, I suddenly felt a slender hand push down between my legs, before the hand slipped a finger in my wet pussy. The hand must have been Megan's for it had a wedding ring on it.

Suddenly from the door, we heard a key slip inside the lock, and the door crack open.

Amy immediately pulled away from Megan and I, leaving Megan's hand still in my panties, which she immediately withdrew.

"Hey babes," Amy said as she sauntered naked over to the doorway, where a slight, dark haired, soaking wet girl stood carrying two tote bags full of books.

The girl's eyes went wide when she saw Megan and I standing naked in the middle of her dorm room.