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vibrator and
inserted three rechargeable AA batteries into its controller. After
verifying that it worked, she attached it to the harness.
    "Now,"
Carly said to the full-length mirror as she removed her jeans and
sweatshirt, "Let's see how ridiculous I look in this
contraption." Although she decided before ordering the strap-on
that appearance would not prevent her from using it, it would be nice
if she could feel comfortable leaving the lights on. It's
not how it looks that matters ,
Carly told herself for the umpteenth time. It's
how it feels .
    Turning
away from the mirror, Carly fastened the main strap around her waist.
The heavy leather felt smooth and cool against the skin of her
shaved mons. She reached around and under her ass to catch the
sturdy elastic leg straps, clipped each to the waistband with the
small parachute buckles, and tightened them to take up the slack. Feels...interesting .
The base of the vibrator rested snugly against her labia, directly
over her clit.
    She
tucked the dangling controller through the waistband and slowly
turned to face the mirror, meeting her own eyes first. Taking a deep
breath, she hesitantly looked down. "Whoa!" What Carly
expected to appear totally weird instead presented a very stimulating
visual. Were it not for the stubby clit-stimulating shaft, it would
look as if she'd grown a rather impressive cock sporting a
brightly-colored condom.
    The
first image that jumped into her mind was Jenna's mouth wrapped
around that cock. Although she realized that she'd be unable to feel
more than the friction generated as the base rubbed her clit, her
nipples instantly hardened at the thought. Carly cupped a full
breast in each hand and groaned softly as she began to slowly thrust
her hips. "Oh, Jenna!" she whispered.
    Her
fantasies had always been vivid, but since Jenna had entered them,
they'd become so damned realistic. Much more than mere thought, all
of Carly's senses were swept up in the action. She could smell the
arousal, taste the sweat, and hear the sighs. Damn,
that's nice .
    "Fuck
me," Jenna interrupted in her mind. "Now, Carly."
    That
was another thing about her fantasies of late. The person, or
people, in them didn't always behave as Carly expected. They spoke,
made demands, teased, and were occasionally even uncooperative.
Disconcerting in a schizophrenic kind of way, she also found it quite
intriguing for it often resulted in some extraordinary adventures. It would be my
pleasure , she
responded with a devilish grin.
    Carly
hurriedly dumped the contents of a plastic Target shopping bag on the
bathroom counter. Bottles of shampoo and deodorant and lotion rolled
onto the floor. She grabbed the lotion and, still holding the
shopping bag, moved into the adjacent bedroom. The bright sunlight
on the white sheets of the unmade bed was blinding, yet in Carly's
mind it was nighttime and candles lit the room. Kneeling alongside
the bed, she slipped the shopping bag between the mattress and box
springs with the open end facing outward.
    "Hurry,"
Jenna urged.
    For
a figment, you're one impatient bitch .
She squirted a generous dollop of the lotion into her left hand and
smeared it onto the phallus, wiping the remainder on her thigh. It
smelled lightly of bananas and coconut, vaguely reminiscent of
tropical locales. Carly closed her eyes and grasped the edge of the
mattress for balance as she eased her cock into the bag's opening.
With tantalizing slowness, she ground her hips against the bed,
feeling the base of the cock pushing back against her sex.
    "Yes,
Carly!"
    The
real world disappeared and she knelt between Jenna's spread legs.
The memory of her intoxicating scent flooded Carly's mind. She
flicked the vibrator's ON switch and adjusted the speed to a low,
pulsing hum. Thrusting deeply into her friend's cunt as the smaller
shaft teased her clit, Carly concentrated on the giving of
pleasure—grinding, circling, pushing. It was in such giving
that Carly received the greatest