by Anita Cox
I nodded.
Babs continued. “Everything on the far end of the table is for anal play, bondage or S&M, so we’ll cover that some other time. In the middle of the table, we have strap-on dildos. This is for play with other women, or in some cases with a man who likes to receive anal penetration. One woman puts the harness on with a dildo made to fit inside. You see this disk here?”
I gulped and nodded as she pointed at a round flat part on the end of a dildo.
“This rubs against the clitoris of the woman wearing the harness so that she gets pleasured while she’s fucking the other woman, or man in some cases.” Before I could fall off my chair, she stood up and handed me a bag. “Your friend Stacy has regular parties for me and has really built up the host credits. So she put them toward a gift bag for you. The only thing you have to do is pick out the dildo that’s right for you and toss it in the bag.”
My mouth fell slack as I gazed at Stacy.
“What are girlfriends for?” Her eyebrows were scrunched in the most hopeful and supportive way. She forced a grin. “If I can give you one piece of advice, get a model slightly larger than What’s-his-face.”
A nervous smile was all I could muster, drunken state starting to set in. Figuring that she knew more than me, I grabbed a package containing a dildo that was the next size up from my ex and tossed it in the bag.
“I’ve had enough for one night.”
Babs started packing her toys in suitcases.
Stacy and I retreated to the patio for a smoke.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Candy?” Stacy asked as she put her arm around my shoulder. “I know it is a lot to take in.”
“It’s okay. I sort of asked for it. I guess I have a lot to learn. Holy shit though! Do all women do that sort of thing at a toy party?” I took a long drag off the cigarette, offering the silence Stacy needed to answer.
I watched Stacy’s silky black hair whip over her shoulder as she laughed. “I’m so sorry. I should have warned you that my friends are very sexually evolved.” She patted my leg.
She’d been doing that a lot that night – touching me. She kept patting me, like her lap dog. I wonder what that’s about?
“Evolved doesn’t begin to describe what I saw tonight.” I shook my head and waved off my comment. “Really, I know the shock on my face was hard to hide, but thank you for inviting me tonight. I’m still timid, I’ll admit. But at least now I’m curious and willing to learn.”
Babs walked out onto the terrace. There was no way she was done packing already.
“Here you go, darlin’. This is a sex therapist friend of mine. Give her a call. Your first appointment is on the house.” Babs didn’t wait for me to react. She simply shoved the card in my hand, went back in the house, grabbing her suitcases on the way out the door.
“Funny. She’s all business. It’s just that her business is orgasms.”
Stacy’s look of admiration for the woman threw me a little. I forced a smile through my drunken and shocked state.
“Look Candy, there’s a whole world out there. There are people who would line up to fuck you, but you really have to open yourself up and be comfortable with yourself first. The more comfortable you become with yourself sexually, the easier it is to enjoy yourself with others.”
“I don’t understand.” I sipped at my drink, knowing I’d already had too much. My mind simply could not handle the situation without a buzz.
“Okay, people who are sexually, shall we say, knowledgeable, they’re going to get bored with someone who doesn’t know whether or not they like face, or dick, or clit play or ass play or whatever. I mean, you always have your doms out there who…”
“What are doms?”
“Dominants. And you are so not ready for that yet. Look. It’s hard to get you caught up on ten years of inexperienced sexual encounters. Most women have their slutty college years to have new experiences. You took night classes and worked during the day and took care of that douche bag. Now, you have to get caught up. But I promise that if you do, you’ll be so much more… “ she stared at the block patio searching for the right words, “just more. You’ll feel more alive, more sexual, sexy, naughty, empowered. You’ll feel all of those things. But you have to cross the threshold first.”
My eyes struggled to focus on one point. I was definitely drunk. There was a slight buzzing in my ears and I was struggling to focus.
“Let me call you a cab. Send me a text when you get home so that I know you made it.”
“Yeah,” I giggled, “I’m drunk.”
EVIL BAG
I woke the next morning sluggish and slow. My head was pounding and I just wanted it to stop. I forced a cup of coffee and toast down my throat along with a few ibuprofen.
Lying on the couch and wishing I would die, my memory started to return. I looked over my shoulder to see the gift bag staring me in the face. There were torture devices in there. They were lying in wait to do terrible things to me.
I moaned and covered my head with a pillow. After two more hours of sleep, the headache was gone. I glanced at the clock. Noon! Great! I was sleeping the day away.
I climbed in the shower, which felt good. I thought sobriety had finally graced me until I bent over to wrap my hair in a towel. The room spun once more. Ugh.
Plopping back on the couch I began looking through my text messages. I did manage to send a one word text to Stacy that said, “Hominy.” Hopefully she got the point.
There was a message from her waiting to be read.
Are you alive? I assume Hominy meant I’m home. Text a bitch and let me know you’re alive!
I smiled. After a few moments, I sent a text in reply.
Alive. Staring at a rather frightening looking gift bag. Fighting the mother of all hangovers.
The black and blood red bag sat on the chair. I stared at it. I was eager to be sexually free… to be the one to jump on a table, vagina at the ready to come in front of others. But the bag scared me. I grinned, being a Marketing Executive myself, I appreciated the gift bag that looked like red stockings with black lace. It was clever packaging. Not discreet, mind you, but clever.
The cell phone buzzing in my hand startled me. I clicked on the screen.
Don’t bother with the bag until you feel up to it. Then view the DVD before you do anything.
Clever little wench! I ordered delivery and turned the TV on, flipping through channels before I decided on a cooking show. My body felt heavy as I waited for the food to arrive. My hair was still in a towel and the weight was pulling on my neck.
Why did I need to drink so much? Oh, yeah. The bag, the night, the naked lady being masturbated on the dining room table. Those were the reasons for my massive alcohol consumption.
Several hours of lethargic lounging on the couch had gone by. I had enough waiting. Grabbing the bag off the chair, I dumped it on the coffee table. The DVD Stacy had insisted I watch was a porno.
Knowing I’d just rolled my eyes, I unwrapped the DVD anyway and popped it in the machine. While the introductions were rolling I looked at the other items. There were three different vibrators, the dildo I had selected, a harness for a strap on, which consciously, or unconsciously, I’d picked a dildo that would also fit in the harness. There was also a variety of lubrication.
I shuffled the items on the coffee table, noting that Stacy had the foresight to include batteries. I had never used a toy on myself. There was no reason for my lack of experience. It wasn’t that my mind was too closed, quite the contrary. The thought to purchase something like this for myself had never crossed my mind.
I opened the end of the vibrator and popped in two AAA batteries. When I twisted the end, the vibration startled me at first. Glancing at the screen, feeling quite embarrassed, the couple was already groping each other’s genitals. The woman’s breasts were abnormally large and she was squeezing and pulling at them in a way that did not look pleasurable at all.
I skipped to the next scene. The music was
absurd, which made me giggle. She was built a little more naturally and the guy was not very attractive, but his manhood looked like it belonged on a hooved animal.
“Ouch.”
I picked up my phone to text Stacy.
Do all porn stars suffer from elephantitis of the genitals?
With a groan I forwarded onto the next scene and had to turn the volume all the way down to avoid hearing the gagging noise the girl was making as the guy was forcing his dick down her throat. She also did not look like she was having a good time. My cell chimed in a message from Stacy.
You kill me. It’s a good DVD because each scene is from a different kind of porn. Find one you like and you’ll know what sort of porn you like. Enjoy!
What a bitch. Being so far behind was pissing me off. I skipped to the next scene. The man looked somewhat like a bad boy with a slightly large, but reasonable dick. The girl’s breasts were on the larger side of a “c” cup but looked real enough. Finally, I could relate. They were kissing before he started spanking her. Since the volume was down, I had no idea why she’d deserved the punishment, but seeing her bent over and taking it on the backside, I was intrigued.
Turning the volume up didn’t help the story line. She was being spanked for failing to dust the TV. How absurd! After a few more swats, he began playing with her clitoris. I saw how swollen it was already. Maybe she liked the spanking.
He flipped her on her backside and squeezed her boobs so hard they look like they may pop. Her nipples were rock hard. The scene wasn’t exactly making my panties wet, but I decided to try out my new little toy. I slid it under my pants but stayed above my panties. My body responded immediately. My hips bucked against my will pressing my clit harder on my new toy.
But the feeling was too intense. I couldn’t climax and my whole vagina became to touchy.
“Dammit!” I whined. I decided I needed to relax. I reclined with my feet up on the coffee table and started a bit more slowly as I watched the couple on the TV. He was done abusing her and now slid his cock in and out of her pussy. She finally looked as if she were getting excited and pleasured, which helped my situation.
I felt the pressure building inside as the little silver bullet vibrated between the lips of my pussy. I was so wet, it was getting difficult to keep the device in place. I felt a light throb and knew I would explode soon. My heart raced and I held my breath as I fucked the little silver finger. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes and let it come in a wave.
The orgasm was incredible. So incredible I fell asleep immediately.
NAP NEEDED
The nap must’ve been short. When I woke, the DVD was still playing. After pausing the movie, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a coke from the fridge. If I was going to become sexually educated, I was going to treat it like an education. I reclaimed my position on the couch, popped open my drink and went to the menu of the DVD, starting at the scene where I left off, noting that I didn’t particularly like the spanking part, but the rest had been okay.
There were now two men and one woman on the screen. All I could think was how much work the poor girl had to do, just to be soaked in semen. Yuck. These movies must be made for men.
The scene after was the opposite, having two women and one man. At first, both girls were putting forth a lot of effort on the guy, both licking and sucking various parts of his body. Was porn ever about satisfying the women?
Then, the girls began to focus on each other. My heartbeat quickened a bit and I began to feel excited. Glancing down at the table, I found the dildo with the suction cup staring at me. No one was here but me. No one would know.
I tore it out of the package, rolled a condom over it and planted it firmly on the coffee table. I stared at it. How was I supposed to use it now? I would have to do the splits for it to reach between my legs. The edge of the table seemed to make more sense, so I slid it to the edge and facing the television eased myself onto it. At first, it felt foreign, cold and I felt full, but not pleasured.
I forced myself to look at the TV. One woman was lying on her back and the other girl was face down between her legs while their gentleman friend was fucking her from behind. Both women were moaning and groaning while the guy just kept saying, “Fuck yeah!” They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. After a moment the dildo started to feel better as I eased myself up and down on it. My body was now accepting it deeper inside. I leaned back, resting my hands on the table. The angle must have done something wonderful, because I couldn’t move my body fast enough.
Unable to contain the sounds of my own pleasure I let out a groans so loud I started to get concerned the neighbors in my apartment building would hear me. I clamped my lips shut to stifle the noise.
The pressure was starting to build and I couldn’t watch the screen any longer. My eyelids snapped shut as I leapt off the dildo and fell on the couch as my lady bits twitched and throbbed. I had just had the most explosive orgasm of my life and I could not move. My legs were on fire from lifting my body up and down repetitively.
Euphoria must have taken over me because I started to giggle. Nothing about this was funny, but I couldn’t stop giggling. Had anyone had a view of my apartment, surely I’d be locked up for sitting on my couch naked laughing to myself.
My phone was ringing. It took every ounce of strength I had to answer.
“Hello?” I answered still out of breath.
“How ya’ doin’?” Stacy asked.
“I…can’t…move.” I confessed.
“Oh,” she got quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter. “You’ve had one of those orgasms!”
My face burned red. “Yeah.” Why was it so hard for me to talk about this with my best friend?
“What was on the TV?” she asked.
I bit my lip.
“Candy?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What were you watching? It’s not a big deal. I’ve seen that DVD about a dozen times. I’m just curious.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Two women and one man.”
“Ohhh,” she cooed, “I love that scene!”
I laughed. The awkward feeling started to dissipate a little hearing her confess to enjoying the same scene I did.
“I don’t think I can take any more today. My legs are on fire.”
“Just wait until you experience that after having sex with another human being.” I heard her snicker. “We’ll work on that. For now, soak in a hot bath. Do something sensual, like add some bath salts or oils and pamper yourself. Trust me on this.”
“Stacy?” I didn’t know how to say everything I wanted to say.
“Yeah?”
I took a deep breath as I searched for the right words. “Thank you.” Those didn’t begin to say everything I wanted.
“What are girlfriends for?”
She hung up and I was relieved. I didn’t need things to get any weirder than they already felt. Stacy had helped me through the marital problems, the divorce, the following depression and now, she was helping me find my inner sex kitten.
I did as she suggested, filing the bath with hot water and lavender oil and eased myself in. The water stung the swollen lips of my pussy. It had been awhile since anything or anyone had been inside me and the skin had become unused and sensitive.
The hot water felt like heaven on my aching legs. I leaned back and closed my eyes, total relaxation washing over me. I thought about the women on the DVD. My IQ was high enough that I understood they were performing for the most part, but one would have to be familiar enough with their body to know what they could take, what they liked and what they were unwilling to do.
I didn’t know what I liked. I wasn’t familiar with my body. It was time for a change.
I slid my hands down my body. Starting at my breasts I cupped them at first, feeling the firmness, rolling my fingers over my nipples feeling them spring under the attention. I squeezed the left nipple between my index finger and my middle finger, finding
that feeing unpleasant. So I don’t like my nipples squeezed.
I reached over and ran my finger along a bar of soap getting it very slippery before gliding it over my erect nipple on the right side. The feeling was nice and my clit twitched in response, discovering that the two were connected.
I slid my hand down my stomach to my pussy. It was too tender from the dildo. Self-discovery in that region would have to wait.
The water started to cool, so I reluctantly climbed out and dried off. Tomorrow was Monday and that meant work. My legs wobbled as I made my way to bed, climbing in naked for the first time ever.
PERSONAL SHOPPER
After nearly breaking my alarm, I managed to drag myself to the coffee pot. I leaned against the counter trying not to nod off while I waited to pour my first cup. Why were mornings always so difficult for me?
I pouted as I clutched my cup looking at my horribly drab wardrobe. I would have to remedy this issue soon. For now, there was no choice but to surrender to the conservative earth toned clothing I had to choose from.
Once at the office, I found my pace clearing my inbox of all mail.
“Miss Kavana, your eleven-thirty is here to see you.” My assistant poked her head in my office.
“My eleven-thirty?” I asked not recalling having an appointment.
“Your friend Stacy sent her. She said you’d want to see her.” She rolled her eyes.
I wanted to punch her every time she rolled her shit-brown eyes. “Send her in.”
What did Stacy have up her sleeve now? I leaned back in my chair, clutching my coffee cup. My heart skipped as I half expected to see the red-haired sex toy lady enter my office.
Much to my surprise a young women dressed in a very sexy pencil skirt and flowing top entered my office. Her hair was in a tight bun and her black rectangular glasses rested toward the end of her nose. She didn’t look mousy though, she looked sexy and confident. How odd.
