“Well, let’s go then.” She grabbed her Cocoa Puffs and her coffee and headed out of the kitchen. “I want to show you something.”
“Another something?” I followed her up the stairs to her room.
She put her coffee on the night table and curled up on the bed, finishing her cereal as she directed me. “Open my underwear drawer.” I opened the top drawer of her dresser, and it reminded me that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I grabbed a plain white pair. “Hey, can I borrow these?”
“Sure.” She drank the now-chocolate milk out of her bowl. “Look at the back of the drawer for a leopard print.”
I tugged the panties on and then straightened my skirt, looking at the back of her drawer for something that looked like a leopard print, finding it under a bunch of her bras. I grabbed it, surprised by the sudden weight in my hand-this wasn’t underwear!
“What in the heck?” I felt something long and hard under the material.
“My vibrator.” She grinned, drinking her coffee in huge gulps. “Ahhhh god, I love caffeine.”
“Should I even ask where you got it?” I sat on the bed and handed it over to her.
“Present from Bobby.” She opened the pouch and pulled out a bright pink phallic-shaped thing. “Feel.” She pressed it to the inside of my elbow. It was cold, but made of some soft, gel-like material.
“Now… imagine this…” Her eyes met mine as she turned a knob on the bottom, bringing the whole thing to life and it began to vibrate. “Right against your clit…”
I pulled my arm away like I’d been burned, still looking at it. “What… what does it feel like?”
“Wanna go find out?” She grinned, turning it off and hopping off the bed.
“Come on, let’s go check out those videos.”
We went through the bathroom into Mr. Nolan’s room, and it reminded me of the night before. I stood in the doorway, my whole body tingling with the memory, staring at the bed where I’d watched him stroke his cock. Erica was pulling another box out from under the bed that resided next to the one full of magazines that we had sifted through the day before.
“This one’s my favorite,” she said, going over to the VCR. “Hey, there’s something in here…”
I edged toward the bed where she had tossed the hot pink vibrator, watching her eject the tape. I knew what was in there-I’d seen part of it the night before.
“Looks like Daddy was getting busy last night!” She snorted, putting the tape aside and sliding the other one in. “Remind me to put that back when we’re done.”
“Done…?” I inquired, sitting on the edge of the bed. I was in the very spot that Mr. Nolan had been last night.
“Don’t you want to play?” Erica pouted at me as the FBI warning flashed on the TV screen. The movie was starting. I shrugged, swallowing and glancing at the television. There was a girl lying on a bed reading a magazine as a young man came into her bedroom and started talking to her.
“Ugh, I hate the dialogue!” Erica groaned, grabbing the remote and fast forwarding. “Let’s get to the good stuff.” She sat on the bed next to me, pulling her t-shirt over her knees. “Here we go…”
I felt shy and embarrassed, watching the couple kiss and take each other’s clothes off on the screen. Still, I couldn’t stop watching. The girl was tiny and dark-haired, like me, slim hips and long legs, but full-breasted, her nipples the same light brown as mine. She was shaved between her legs, though, like the other girl in the movie.
“Mmmmmm isn’t that hot?” Erica murmured, watching as the dark-haired girl knelt in front of the guy and took his cock into her mouth. “I love doing that.” I tore my eyes away from the screen to look at her. “You do that?” She nodded. “Bobby absolutely loves it-he begs me to do it!” I watched, fascinated, as the girl took more and more of his thick length into her mouth, her eyes turned up to him. She really looked like she was enjoying it.
“Don’t you choke?” I felt that gentle pulse beginning between my legs.
Erica smiled. “Guys kind of like that. Makes them believe their cocks are huge. Here, let me show you.”
She grabbed the vibrator, holding it up in front of her. “Like this… see how she played with it first… ran her tongue around the head…” I watched her demonstration, her tongue flicking around the pink tip. “Then you take it into your mouth…” Half of the shaft disappeared between her lips and I gasped.
“Well, you can’t do that your first try,” she admitted, wiping it off on her shirt and giving me a glimpse of her panties. “Here, you do it…”
“No,” I said, embarrassed, putting it back on the bed.
She sighed. “You don’t have to be shy. We’re both girls.” The girl on the screen was still working the guy’s cock between her lips, but now she was cupping his balls, rolling them in her hands, and he was moaning like he really liked it a lot. The sound of his pleasure made my pussy throb with a sweet, dull ache.
“Tell you what.” Erica hopped off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. You stay here and…do whatever you want.”
I ignored her wink, but as soon as the bathroom door closed, I settled back onto the pillow to watch. The girl still had the guy’s cock in her mouth, but he was sitting now, reaching down to cup her breast and pull at her nipple. She was using her hand, I noticed, at the base, so her mouth only went down on him about halfway.
Reaching for the vibrator, I held it up, tilting it back and forth. It was bigger than Mr. Nolan’s cock, I decided, and I found myself wondering how much of it I could take into my mouth. I touched it to my lips, making my mouth an “O” like the girl on the screen and sliding it slowly in. The gel it was made of tasted funny, but I pushed it as far in as I could before I felt like I was going to gag, marking the spot with my finger and pulling it back out. Halfway. Not too bad.
On the tape, the girl was on the bed now, her knees spread wide and pulled back so he could lay between them and lick her. Now I knew why it was Erica’s favorite. He was pushing his fingers deep inside of her while he licked, the camera getting a close-up view of his tongue moving back and forth over her clit. My pussy ached as I listened to her moan and I wanted to touch myself.
I could hear the shower still running and I pulled my skirt up and my panties aside, heading straight for my clit. I was surprised at how wet I was already-I had felt more apprehensive than aroused with Erica here, or at least, I thought I had. My body had different ideas. My pussy was swollen and slick and my fingers moved in easy circles around my clit.
“Lick it, yeah, faster!” the girl on screen moaned, playing with her own nipples as his tongue moved back and forth between her lips. I wondered again what that would feel like, someone’s mouth between my legs. The girl panted and moaned and rocked and really made it look like it felt incredible and I found myself imagining Mr. Nolan down there between my legs and flushed at the thought.
I couldn’t help remembering him laying right here, in this very spot, doing this very thing-masturbating while he watched those girls being fucked on TV.
The memory of him rewinding to just the right spot and timing his coming with the guy on the screen made me feel warm and tingly all over, and I found myself wanting to see that scene again. That’s the scene I wanted to come to.
I hopped off the bed, stopping the tape and putting in the one Mr. Nolan had been watching last night. It was cued up to right after that scene, and I realized he must have turned it off at that point. Using the remote, I rewound it, finding that scene again-the two women lying on their backs, stacked one on top of the other, the guy between their legs like a kid in a candy store, trying to decide which pussy to fuck first.
It wasn’t really the scene-although it was exciting, seeing the girls spread open for him, watching his slick cock pull out and press in again-it was knowing that, for some reason, this was the scene that Mr. Nolan found exciting, this was the scene that pushed him over that edge. Knowing that was what pushed me over. I wanted to come at that same point, to some way relive the night before.