On Thursday I was back at Julie's door. The day before I had left quickly and in some confusion: I had started to heat up a bit and I needed to get home and fuck Dave as soon as I could. The next day I stood there at her door with my tummy doing flip-flops.
I was excited and scared and still terribly confused. I had come back with the determination to help Julie get over whatever prevented her from relieving herself. I wanted to help her as a friend, and I needed to help her so that I wouldn't have to "help" her in that other way. Letting her lick me until I passed out was an amazing thing, but I did not want to go down that road: Dave and I were happy and I was
not
going to end up a lesbian.
Still, I could feel a slight tingle of anticipation pass through me as I stood there hesitating to ring the bell. In my determination, I had brought my vibrator, the KY, and the dildo I'd been given at my wedding shower (my friends called it my "Sunday Saver" in reference to football season). I started to get cold feet standing there, so I pushed the bell.
Julie answered dressed casually, and as she greeted me and I followed her inside, I noticed again what an attractive woman she was. We sat in her kitchen and made small talk, and I avoided the reason I came as long as I could. And then as our conversation wound down it got a little awkward.
After a little bit of fumbling in our conversation, Julie asked me if everything was OK. I assured her things were fine, and then she asked if things were OK between us. That managed to break my hesitation and I blurted out that I had brought something for her.
Her eyes lit up and she smiled eagerly asking what it was. Instantly I regretted saying anything. I flushed and stammered a bit, but then I regained control as I realized this was just my good friend Julie. "Well I think I have what you need to get you past your little problem." There was immediate recognition in her eyes and I knew she had been looking forward to it. I cast a glance at the door and suggested, "Why don't we go in the other room?"
Julie led me out of the kitchen, but instead of turning into the living room, she led me down the hall and into her bedroom. I swallowed hard decided to I'd have to take control of the situation or it might end up like before.
I sat on her bed and pulled out each of the things I brought, and began to casually describe to her how I used each. Her eyes lit mischievously when she saw the dildo, and she immediately picked it up to look more closely at it.
"Wow, it looks so real. It has little veins and everything." Julie said.
"Maybe that's what you're missing: a little realism. An extra little bit of that while you fantasize can't hurt, right?"
"Um, I guess not." Julie replied. "But how do you use it?" Julie was trying different grips, at one point holding it like a knife out of Psycho.
"Here, let me show you." And I took it from her. "What I usually do is sit back against the headboard... Uh, why don't you go ahead and, um, take off, uh you know..."
Julie nodded and began to get undressed. As I watched her I thought again about how beautifully proportioned she was. After pulling off her top and shorts, she pulled off her panties, and then surprised me by unsnapping her bra as well and tossing it away. As Julie paused for a moment, I thought about how nice her breasts went with the rest of her. I could see her nipples stiffening further, and I began to feel that tingle again. Again I tried to take charge.
I had her sit against the headboard beside me and I handed her the dildo. I then began to describe to her the process I often went through of getting my fantasy started and warming the dildo in my hands.
"Actually," I confessed to her, "I call it a 'cock' or 'my cock' because it sounds better."
Julie hesitated with the cock in her hands and said, "Uh, Erin this feels kind of weird."