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mirroring my posture, kicking
her feet up behind her. “Well, who needs them?”
    “Men?” I
smiled.
    “Yeah.” She
turned her face to me, her eyes bright, curious. We were both more than a
little drunk. “Tell me the truth—who do you have better orgasms with, Tom or
your vibrator?”
    “Well…” I
pretended to consider this, but there was really only one answer.
    She grinned.
“Yeah, me too.”
    “What kind of
vibrator do you have?” I pushed the photo album aside, turning toward her.
    “Want to see
it?” Her offer caught me off guard, making my heart race, but I wasn’t about to
turn her down.
    “Yeah, sure.”
    She went to
the place every girl keeps her vibrator—her underwear drawer—and pulled it out,
looking both a little shy and a little proud. I had a few vibrators of my own,
simple, streamlined things, but this was a monster, at least a foot long with a
bright pink dick-head and what looked like—I swear to god—a rabbit attached to
the base.
    “Damn,
girl—that’s not a vibrator, that’s a party in your pants!”
    “It feels
soooo good.” Jen’s eyes sparkled as she sat next to me on the bed, still
holding the thing. Up close, I could see all the buttons and controls at the
base, and yes, that was a little silicone rabbit attached. “Want to try it?”
    “Are you
serious?” I was just asking to be sure. My pussy was already soaking wet from
being around her all night long.
    Jen’s
shoulders sagged and she started to get up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
    “No, wait.”
My hand on her arm was electric, like we’d completed a circuit the moment I
touched her. “I want to. I want to but…”
    “But what?”
    “I just wish
we had two. So we could both… you know…” I flushed. There was no sense not
going forward with it now. “Otherwise it might be awkward.”
    “I doubt
that, but you’re in luck.” She smirked, handing me the pink vibrator and going
back to her underwear drawer. She pulled out another vibrator, this one more
familiar to me. Just a plain flesh-colored dildo with a simple dial control at
the bottom. “This one isn’t quite as fun as that one, but it’ll do.”
    She took the
initiative, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them over her slim hips. She was
gorgeous, every glorious inch of her. Her panties were gone in an instant, revealing
the truth she’d stated earlier—Jen wasn’t a real blonde at all. Her pussy was
nicely trimmed, though—what else could you expect from a hairdresser?—a neat
little landing strip on top and completely shaved down below.
    I wanted to
see her breasts too, but she was already climbing onto the bed, shoving the
photo albums to the floor and stretching out beside me. I’d been too stunned by
the sight of her to do anything with the vibrator in my hand, but when she
spread her legs and turned hers on, I remembered my own.
    “Ohhhh yes.”
Her eyes closed as she teased the fake cock head between her smooth lips, the
buzz of it filling the room. “So good.”
    It was. My
pussy throbbed and I squeezed my legs together, feeling the wetness in the
crotch of my panties. Thankfully, I didn’t have as much to take off to get to
the goods. All I had to do was inch up my skirt and nudge my panties aside with
the vibrator. Its pink head was soft silicone, not quite as good as a tongue
but almost, and I rubbed it easily through my slick slit, watching Jen play
with herself.
    She opened
her eyes briefly to glance at me, giving me a dreamy half-smile. “Don’t forget
to turn it on.”
    “Oh. Right.”
I was loathe to take the thing away from my pussy, but I had to inspect the
controls. They were far too complicated for my booze-addled brain. “Are you
sure this thing doesn’t control the space shuttle?”
    Jen giggled,
half sitting to take it from me. It was still glistening with my juices and I
watched, my heart caught in my throat, as she licked the head of it with the
pointed, pink tip of her