Free All Girl by Emily Cantore

made our way up the stairs to her bedroom. I glanced at her ass a few times as it wiggled in my face on the way up the stairs, and enviously pored my eyes over her gorgeous skin. She pushed her door open with a light creak and we both stepped inside. Most of her things were still in boxes which she had yet to unpack, but her bed was neatly made with a luscious, dark purple satin duvet cover and cream colored pillows. She climbed onto the bed and reached down the opposite side, in the small gap between the mattress and wall. I shamelessly looked at her ass as it stuck up in air, her head buried in the gap as she fished around for something. She pulled out a shoebox and placed it on the bed, sitting up near the pillows with her legs crossed. She leaned forward and patted the duvet on other side of the box, beckoning me to sit with her as she pulled the cardboard lid off. I climbed onto the bed and sat mirroring her with my legs crossed, and watched as she took out a couple of small make-up tubes and containers. Underneath them lay a small plastic bag on a bed of eyeliner brushes and nail varnish pots. She took it out and pushed the box to one side. I could see the bag contained more than one item as there were several indentations in the soft plastic. She reached in, pausing for a moment as she stared at me, checking I was ready to see it, and then pulled out the vibrator.
    It was dark blue, almost purple to match her duvet, with a mauve solid plastic base containing several small buttons. It was shaped like a man’s penis and was almost 8 inches in length – longer than any of the real ones I’d seen. She passed it to me and I caught it awkwardly in my fingers, turning it round the right way as I felt the strange texture of the rubbery shaft. I accidentally pressed one of the buttons, not realizing how sensitive they were, and it suddenly jolted to life in my hands, humming quietly as it trembled gently. I fumbled with the controls to disable it, eventually breathing a sigh of relief as I managed to locate the off button.
    “So what do you do with it?” I asked, instantly cringing at the redundancy of the question.
    “What do you think?” she laughed.
    “But, like... how often do you use it?” I asked, wondering if I masturbated too much or not enough by comparison.
    “Well, I was using it just this morning...” she said with a satisfied look on her face.
    “Eww!” I cried, throwing it back at her in mock disgust, trying to make it seem like I was disturbed by the thought even though it had turned me on. The idea that it had been inside her pussy just hours earlier made my clitoris tingle slightly and I felt a sudden flow of moisture to my vulva. She laughed again, picking it up from where it had landed between her legs.
    “I washed it!” she giggled, and turned it on and off a few times as I watched her.
    “Does it feel good?” I asked, genuinely interested as I’d never seen one before.
    “You’ve never tried one? Ever?” she asked, stunned that I hadn’t even experimented once. I shook my head, feeling slightly silly and green.
    “Would you like to?” she said, holding it out in front of her and pointing the base towards me. I thought about it for a second as my arms turned to jelly, trembling nervously at the thought of what she was offering. I really wanted to, but it just felt strange talking about sex with another girl, let alone the prospect of doing something so naughty with her. I finally relented and reached out to take the toy again, gripping it in my fingers as I looked at the small panel of buttons.
    “So I just press it to my clit?” I asked, my voice wavering with nerves as I said it. She nodded, smiling enthusiastically as she watched me turn it on to the lowest setting and lower the tip down to my crotch. I pressed it up against my clitoris through the soft bikini material, and instantly felt the light buzzing sensation. I sighed and closed my eyes as I focused my thoughts, while my