"That sounds amazing," I agreed.
She beamed at me. "Come on," she told me, getting to her feet and offering me her hand. "I have something I want to show you."
I gazed at her hand for a second and allowed myself to linger in the sweetness of what she was offering. I still couldn’t believe this was happening, but here we were. I looked up at her then took her hand, balling all my confidence as I got to my feet and assuring myself that yes, I could do this.
"I throw myself on your mercy," I replied, and she guided me through to the bedroom once more. I knew that my decision to go out last night had been one of the best I’d ever had.
Chapter 8
I'll do it for you
"And what about this one? What does this one do?" I asked, plucking another toy from the box beside me and pulling it out.
Cara laughed and took it from me, flipping it over--it was small and pebble-shaped, with a smooth, curved side that faced up from my palm.
"It does this," she told me, and she clicked it into action. It sent low, irregular waves of vibration through my hand, and I bit my lip and smiled.
"And where does this one go?” I asked.
She took it from me and laid back on the bed. "I really am better at showing and not telling."
I slid down on the bed to watch her pleasure herself once again.
I wasn’t sure how long it had been since we had abandoned breakfast and come down into her room. I didn’t care to count the minutes or seconds we had spent there. Time was irrelevant to what we were doing, drifting away as she showed me, over and over again, exactly how she enjoyed making herself come.
My eyes had practically bugged out of my head when I had seen the box in which she kept all the toys she used to pleasure herself. I had never imagined that many existed, but she assured me there were so many more she didn’t have the funds to purchase.
"I’ll get them for you," I told her impulsively. I meant it at the moment, I truly did. I just wanted to make her happier, happier than she’d ever been before. There was a twinge of concern knowing that she had been with both men and women when I had only been with her and never gotten that far with a man. Would she think of me as woefully inexperienced? I wouldn’t have blamed her, that was how I felt when I was around her, after all.
"Well, look at me, getting all spoiled already," she giggled back, and then she had kissed me again.
I still didn’t quite know what I was doing with her when it came to being in bed, but I felt like making out I could handle. And, as the pleasure of what we were doing began to build inside of me, I reached out to touch her, to touch more of her. I loved the way she felt. I was already getting addicted to it, wondering how I had ever gotten by without it. All this time, like her, I had never considered that I was anything other than utterly and completely straight. What if I had been wrong about that from the start? What if there were more sides to my sexuality than I had ever considered?
She lay back on the bed, and I handed her toys to use on herself while I could watch. I had never seen anyone masturbate before in my life, there was something intently intimate about watching the way her hands moved, the way her lips parted, the way her body bucked when she was in orgasm.
And yes, it turned me on to see her like that. It really did. I had never imagined before that I would get off from seeing someone else, but this was proving to me that there were layers upon layers to the way my brain worked I had never bothered to get too close to. Some part of me was mad, mad that I had let all this time pass while staying in firm denial of everything it was so clear I wanted, and the rest of me was just glad I had managed to get here at all. Even a few weeks ago, something like this would have been impossible to conceive of for me, and yet there I was, lying in bed with a beautiful girl, admiring the way her pussy glistened in the soft sun of the morning light and wondering how many times she could reach orgasm before she grew bored of it.
"Are you sure you don’t want to try one of these?" she asked, gesturing to the box of toys beside her after she had finished up with a long, pink dildo.
"I ..." I trailed off, looking down at the box then shaking my head. The truth was, I had never used anything like that before in my life, and I had no idea how to make most of them work for me. I was curious to see how they did, of course, but there was more to it than that. I was still nervous about making a fool of myself in front of her. Not to mention the fact that some hang-ups at the back of my brain were telling me I didn’t deserve to take that kind of pleasure for myself. No, it seemed wrong, almost wasteful, like I would be using up all this time that she could have been spending on herself expecting her to give me the same kind of pleasure.
"Come on, I’ll show you," she suggested, and she reached out to grab one for me. It was a slim, bullet-shaped object, silver and slender. She clicked it on for me, it buzzed to life in my palm. I bit my lip and smiled. "How do I--”
"Just use it any way that feels good," she replied.
I didn’t even know where to start. I had no idea what felt good to me. I went to slide it down and in between my legs, but she brushed my hand away from that.
"Try some other parts first," she suggested, slithering down the bed so she was beside me. "Here." She took it from me and traced the cool metal over my nipples.
I inhaled sharply, trying to catch my breath as the pleasure burst through me all at once. It was a lot to take in. I knew there were other parts of my body that reacted to touch the same way my pussy did, but this was something else entirely. I closed my eyes, and she took my head and pressed the toy between my fingers again.
"Now, go explore."
I began to move the toy over my skin. It seemed to burst to light everything it touched--it was an odd feeling, at first, one that I couldn’t quite wrap my head around. The buzz was so much more intense than anything I had ever felt before, it took a moment to figure out whether it was too much for me or not. As soon as I let one part of me get used to it, I moved it again, finding out how it felt there, and there, and there, and … and then at last, how it felt there.
I moved it over my aching pussy, and as soon as the toy rolled over my clitoris, I let out a long moan. It felt so fucking incredible. I couldn’t believe the power it seemed to have over me. It was hard to believe that the little toy, that tiny object, could make me feel so good, but there was no denying the truth. My body was burning up as I moved my hips up and against it.
"Here, it goes faster if you want." She reached down to press the button again and another jolt of lust went through me. I gasped and she kissed me, her hands skimming down over my bare waist and on to my hips.
How was it she seemed to know just how to touch me? My body was reflected in hers, I supposed, and she had obviously spent the time to find out what happened when she touched herself like this, like that.
I moved my hips back against the toy, letting the vibrations rush through me and fill me up, and soon enough, I had everything I needed. My body bucked one last time and I came, hard, crying out and filling the room around me with the sound of my sweet release. I pulled the toy away, the feeling of the vibrations suddenly too much for me to take, and caught my breath. She lay next to me, running her fingers through her hair and moving her hand over my belly like she was soothing me softly.