Toy with Me
I’ve known Marie since our college days. She’s a tall, thin, vivacious brunette with large brown eyes and long, dark hair. We’ve been fairly close friends on and off for about a decade or so. But I’d never had any sexual feelings for the woman. Until the time I caught her masturbating on my bed with an assortment of my very own dildos and vibrators.
Marie was in town interviewing for a couple of jobs, and she needed a place to stay. I’d enthusiastically suggested that she could use my apartment as her base of operations for the two days she was to be in the city. She could sleep on my pull-out sofa bed. She’d accepted, and the first day and night of her stay had passed happily, if uneventfully. But on the second day, at two-thirty in the afternoon to be precise, things became a whole lot more eventful.
I’d come home early from work with a bit of a headache and upset stomach. Plus, I’d wanted to have lots of time to prepare a special meal for Marie’s last night. But as soon as I opened the door to the apartment, the pain in my head and flutter in my stomach was forgotten, as I heard what I was sure was moaning and groaning coming from my bedroom down the hall.
I dropped my purse and all pretensions of being ill in my rush to check out the sexy noises. And then I almost dug splinters out of the bedroom doorframe with my gripping fingers, as I ogled Marie stretched out on her back on my bed, a dildo sticking out of her bum and one up her pussy, and a vibrator buzzing her clit.
All my equipment , I instantly—and shockingly—recognized. Except for the beautiful lady, of course.
Her lithe, tanned body gleamed in the afternoon sunlight suffusing the room. Her smooth skin dewed with perspiration. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back, her face partially obscured by her silky hair; her breasts shuddering and bum clutching and muscles all over her lovely body straining, as she worked my dildos back and forth in her pussy and bum, trying to keep my vibrator on task on her clit.
It was obvious the woman needed three hands. Or an extra set of hands.
I bit my lip, staring at the stunning scene. My secret cache of sex toys was spilled out of the closet and onto the carpet. And one of my X-rated DVDs was playing on the small TV set in the bedroom—a lesbian art film entitled Daughters & Lovers .
I’d always been curious, I guess, although I’d never actually admitted it to myself or anyone else, or done anything about it. But now my curiosity was getting the better of me, my pussy tingling and my nipples stiffening. As I watched my beautiful, naked friend make sweet, passionate love to herself using my pleasure tools.
She was moaning and groaning even louder, and much more authentically, than the girls on-screen, her body quivering with passion. I just had to get a closer look, though I could see everything quite clearly from where I stood. I pulled my fingernails out of the wood and crept closer on my high heels, holding my breath, bulging my unblinking eyes.
Marie didn’t notice me, so engrossed in and enraptured by her self-sexing—although she was still having trouble manipulating all three love-toys at once. I tip-toed on shaking legs and trembling toes right up next to her, to the side of my bed, and gaped down at her. She moaned, her body and face shining, nipples jutting, pussy oozing liquid lust. She had the dildos buried deep in her bum and cunt, the vibrator pressed tight to her button.
“Hi, Claire,” she said, her eyes popping open. “I hope you don’t mind I borrowed a few of your things.”
I was caught in the twin beams of her sparkling eyes, busted, and lusting. My face burned redder and my knees almost gave out, my pussy surging and nipples shooting stiff. “Uh, no… I, uh, don’t… mind,” I babbled. I was so overwrought I didn’t know what to say.
I was also overdressed, in my white blouse and black skirt and heels—it was like wearing