goes on between her best friend and me. In fact, I think she encourages it because
she knows that it means a good fuck for her later on. I’m delighted with our little situation and hope it continues for some
time.
—Mr. J.A., New Mexico
Birthday Gift Takes on Special Meaning as Friends Share Sex-Toy Fun
Only a true friend can get away with giving a sex toy as a birthday gift, but, happily, Caroline is one of those friends.
While everyone oohed and aahed as I opened a gift certificate for a spa and a gorgeous new pair of dangly earrings, Caroline’s
carefully wrapped present sat on the side. I’d been instructed not to open it until after dessert. Fortunately, this was a
girls-only celebration at a trendy restaurant with a crowd that wouldn’t be shocked by whatever naughty treat awaited me.
Knowing Caroline, I was sure it would be something juicy.
When the time finally arrived, I played up the suspense, opening it very slowly, before unveiling my favorite gift of the
night—a bright pink dual-action Rabbit vibrator to stimulate my clit as well as my cunt. The pearls inside swirled around
when I turned it on, making everyone at the table laugh and making me blush. Caroline and I were close and had talked in detail
about any number of our sexual experiences, but we weren’t so close as to give each other vibrators—at least up until now.
She looked at me and winked, and I swear my face got even redder. There was something about the look on her face as she watched
me play with the new toy. It was a little more serious, a little more teasing than the tittering laughter around me.
As we all finished the last of our coffee and birthday cake, the guests dwindled down until only Caroline and I were left.
“Let me help you carry your stuff back,” she said. I accepted her offer and we set off, hauling the bags of goodies the few
blocks to my apartment. At the door, she followed me in, and I could feel every step she took as she walked extra close to
me. As I turned the lock, she took a step forward so she was pressed flush against me. It could have been an accident, but
I knew it wasn’t. “I’d like to help you try out your new toy, Sheila,” she said seductively, and suddenly, I couldn’t think
of anything I’d rather do.
She led me into my bedroom and carefully unwrapped the toy. She was clearly the boss for the night and that was fine by me;
I’d long admired her fun, take-charge manner and was sure her attitude would pay off in the bedroom. “Get undressed,” she
said gently, but I took it as a command, slowly removing each piece of clothing while she looked at me with new eyes, no longer
those of simply a friend, but of an aroused lover.
Caroline held the pink toy in her hand, fondling it suggestively as I stared back at her. Somehow, even though we’d never
done anything like this before, it felt natural. She walked toward me and, as she came closer, I felt myself blush as the
electricity crackled between us. She held the toy up in front of her and then turned it on, its buzzing and whirring sounding
very loud within the quiet of the room. Then she turned it off and, keeping it in her hand, leaned forward and kissed me.
Immediately, the touch of her lips sent shock waves throughout my body, giving me chills and making me want her to use the
vibrator on me—now. She kept kissing me, then worked her way down toward my nipples, sucking them until they were firm, hard
peaks. Then she started to use her teeth, nipping and biting, while her tongue licked my hardened points of pleasure. Finally,
she looked me up and down, and I felt warm all over under her gaze. She reached for the vibrator and held it in front of her
like a model, turning it on and running her hands up and down its length.
Unable to stand her teasing any longer, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. She settled between them, placing the head
of the vibrator against my opening.