Just Like in the Movies, pt. 2

I had been masturbating for a couple of weeks, at that point. I had fallen in love with my lunch break between classes, when I would get the change to make my way back home to lock myself away in the bedroom. Justin was wondering what I had been up to when I stopped going to lunch with him, as we did nearly everyday. Amy had suggested the vibrator of choice, with its ticklers to land on my clit, and its handle to quiver inside me. Everyday was the same, however; I would pop in

Justin's porno that he had no idea I had been watching, pinch, lick, and blow on my tits to harden them, and then give my little secret toy all the passage into my sex that my perverted mind

desired. Sometimes, I would get so frustrated and antsy that I would show the entire thing into my body to pulsate inside me, or I would push it as hard against my clit as I possibly could. Sometimes, I was even left sore.

Over time, it wasn't enough; it was time to order a new edition. I had been watching Justin's porn

just to be watching it to see what I could learn to pleasure myself even more. In one of his nastier

DVDs, I saw things I was curious to try. One in particular had a woman whose husband bought her an array of toys; among them, an inflatable butt plug. I was nervous, but my inquisitiveness

overcame it. That night, I made my way over to my computer with my credit card in hand, and I ordered a pretty little pink one, one that wouldn't actually stay little. I couldn't wait to get it, literally so to the point that I bought an express delivery package to go with it. I celebrated my new

purchase by masturbating with my vibrator each day at lunch. The day came, and with it, me. The FEDex man came to my door once again, gave me a, "Have a

good day," just as he did before, and I made my way into the bedroom to play. I locked the door behind me, stripped down to

nothing but my black lace bra and panties, and popped in my porno. I went directly to the woman

whose husband had bought out the store for her. I

watched closely to see exactly how it was done.

However, being the apprehensive person that I am, I had to warm myself up first. I rubbed my

tits through my bra first and then let it fall to the floor. I salivated onto my fingers and blew on my

tits to erect them as much as possible. Over the course of the weeks, they had begun to grow sore, which made rubbing and pinching them even better. After they were fully erect, I continued to roll them between my fingers. I was so wet. I reached down and gathered up some of my juices

to rub onto my nipples, licking off what was left on my fingers. God, it felt amazing. It didn't take me

long to figure out that I was one of a breast fetish. Sometimes in class, sitting in the back where I did, I would cross my arms so that no one could see, and I would just massage my nipples through my

shirt. God forbid anyone ever see me doing it.

I had been watching the man and his wife for quite some time by then. I was eager to get to my

new toy. My throbbing sex was begging to be abused, and I couldn't wait to see what it would

feel like to have that plug in my ass. But I was determined to play it out just like in the movies, so I waited. When I followed along with the screen, I could pretend like I was there and some man was taking advantage of my arousal. When I saw the man reach for the plug, I paused it to open my package, desperate to get busy. My excitement had become too much for me to handle, and I had to release it. I slipped off my panties and turned the movie back

on. The girl had been turned on her stomach, but when I tried to push my plug in at that angle, I

couldn't accurately reach myself in a way that I could maneuver it inside. So instead, I laid on my

side and relied on my touch to ease it in. Oh, it hurt so bad at first! But I loved it. I couldn't

believe that I loved pain. It took a few tries because of the pain. The pressure was so much, but I couldn't wait to succeed and have it inside me. If the process of putting it in was so pleasurable, how good was it going to feel once it was inflated?

And it was in.

The pressure was amazing! I took a moment as the man on the screen sucked on the woman's sex to finger the extra space in my ass. It was so small, but I knew that was about to change. He reached for the woman's pump, and I reached for mine. One pump. Two pump. Three. Four. Five! Oh my God, it was amazing! It hurt like a mother, but the sensation from the pain and

the pleasure mixed together was more than I could bear! But what was going to happen now? It

was just going to sit there? That wasn't any fun!

So, just like the man who was manipulating his wife's sex, I reached for my vibrator under my

pillow when he reached for one of his own to use on his wife. I worked my own into my pussy,

which didn't take long because of how wet I was, and laid my head back on my pillow. I had never

felt so full, so amazing, so incredible. The pressure of the vibrator and the butt plug smashing my two

gratification points sent me to a point that I had to

fight off the orgasm. Oh, the feeling! I found

myself muttering, "Oh, fuck," over and over again.

"Oh, fuck. Oh my God." And my moans were rising

above the sounds of the woman in her own sexual satisfaction. I regained myself and pushed back the orgasm

enough to turn on my vibrator. I turned it on full

blast, not bothering to go into the higher speed at

a steady pace. I was too turned on to wait.

Immediately upon turning it up, I cried out. I hope

to God the neighbors didn't hear. And I didn't stop. I was crying so loud, but I didn't care who heard

me. The feelings were too enjoyable to contain

within myself. I moaned and cursed until I felt the

feeling I had worked for; that climax that left me

shaking and gasping for air. I couldn't even wait to

catch my breath before pulling out the vibrator because it felt too good. My clit was so sensitive

after that, I didn't even want air on it. It wasn't

painful; it was just far too good to touch, and I

was too weak to, anyway. As I sometimes do after

a heavy orgasm, I fell into a hard sleep. I slept

through my next class. When I woke up, my cell phone was ringing. Still

feeling a little shaky, I reached over to pick up the

phone. My caller ID said it was Amy. Great, I

thought. It was just like her to call me in the state

I was in, with a plug still inflated in my ass and a

sticky vibrator between my legs. "Hello?" I mumbled sleepily. "Hey, Lacy! Were you asleep? You sound tired." "Yeah, I was." I didn't lie to her, hoping that she'd

get off and let me go back to sleep. "Awww, I'm sorry," was her only response to

having disturbed me. "I was just curious where

you'd been going after lunch. I guess you're at

home, right?" "Yeah. Why?" "Well, I just remembered what I suggested a while

back. You're not... are you?" What was I going to say? The thought crossed my

mind for a split second that maybe she had heard

my screams, or maybe someone else did, and it

was all over campus. That was all I needed; to the

called the campus whore. But I was, wasn't I? The

things that turned me on might have very well disgusted everyone else. Pain? Ass plugs? I doubt

people would find that normal. "No, of course not," I said, with an air in my voice

that told her I was lying. "Well," she said, "I'm going to the adult store in

an hour. I thought if you wanted, we could go

together and look at some stuff for you to

experiment with." "No, I'm not interested." I was determined to keep

my secret shame to myself. "Are you sure? Really, Lacy, everyone does it.

There's no shame in it." I thought for a moment. Amy masturbates, and

obviously has no problem with it. She was so

comfortable talking about it, I might as well trust

her. If nothing else, she could teach me some

secrets. I never found myself very fond of her,

anyway. I liked her, but we were just two very different people. I was modest and quiet; she was

loud and extroverted. At any rate, I didn't care too

much about what she thought of me. "Yeah, alright," I said. "Why the hell not? I'll see

you in an hour." "Great! I'll come pick you up," she replied. "See

you soon, Lacy." Click. I took a quick shower and put my clothes on; a

black turtleneck sweater and jeans. I didn't dress

like normal people; "normal" being the tank tops,

the miniskirts... I enjoyed being a little different.

Who would think someone like me capable of

pleasuring myself? I had just written a note and left it for Justin when

Amy pulled up and honked her horn. I grabbed my

purse and went outside to greet her. "Ready?" "Yeah," I answered. "Where are we going,

exactly? Will people see us there?" "If they do, who cares?" she started the car and

began backing out. "And it's a little store on a

corner about ten minutes away. Not a lot of people

go there." I was relieved. Really, this was my secret, and

Amy's now. If it ever got out that I was shopping

at an adult store and got around to my religion-

fanatic family, it'd kill them. They'd swear I was

possessed by a demon. I had to keep it to myself,

and I hoped to God that Amy wouldn't tell anyone. "Hey, have you and Justin fucked?" Shock! "What?" "Have you had sex with your boyfriend of over a

year now?" "No." "Why on earth not, Lacy?!" "I'm just not ready to!" I argued. "I'm a virgin,

and it doesn't bother Justin that we don't do it." "Sure, he may say that. But you know, he's just

going to end up getting it from somewhere else.

And you know he jacks off." I had never wondered if Justin masturbated. I was

too fascinated with my own practice, and the

thought had never crossed my mind that maybe

he was doing it, too. "You wouldn't know that." "Men have to, dear," she continued. "Their balls

get sore and swollen if they don't spew a seeds

once in a while." Her way of speaking made me cringe. "I've not

ever heard that." "Well, they do. I promise. I don't know why you

two won't just do it." That thought HAD crossed my mind. I was

enjoying sex by myself. I wondered how much

more fun it would be like to have an actual dick

inside me. And Justin, I knew, wasn't a virgin. He

would definitely know how to treat me. But I

wouldn't even know how to initiate that conversation. Hey, Justin, want to fuck me? Sure,

let's just come out and say it like that. He would

laugh at me. "Show him signs that you want to do it," Amy

said. "Let him come home to find you lying in bed

in a little sexy negligee. Put a condom by the bed.

Do something to let him know you're interested!

Christ, you can't expect him to read your mind." "Read my mind? Geez, Amy, I didn't know you

could. What makes you think I want to do

anything with him like that right now?" She smiled. "I'm not stupid." I began to argue, but she had already pulled over

and announced that we had arrived. I looked

around. I had expected to see some huge sign

that said XXX, or something similar; something

that would make me hide my face from passersbys

on the street. I guess, though, that people who went there were just regulars and always knew

where to find it. The store was huge, much bigger than it appeared

to be on the outside. There were aisles of movies,

and the whole back of the store was closed off

with racks that had different signs hanging above

each section: BONDAGE. FEMALE. MALE. FETISH.

VIBRATORS AND DILDOS. GAY/LESBIAN. I cringed at seeing them all. Why on earth had I agreed to

be in a place like this with a person like Amy? "Let's go," she said, seeing the trepidation on my

face and grabbing my wrist. "Come on!" She

seemed so excited. "I don't know about this anymore." "Yeah, you do. Maybe we can find something for

you and Justin to use!" I sighed and allowed her to lead me over to the

FEMALE section. There, I saw toys that none of

my internet searches turned up; suction cups for

nipples, clit ticklers, a spinning tongue, among the

biggest dildos I had ever seen in my life. I find it

hard to believe that any woman's sex could be stretched large enough to house one of them. "Lacy!" Amy called. She had made her way over to

a rack of toys without my having noticed. "Come

look at this!" I walked over to where she was. She was holding

a plastic package that said Jaws. Below that, there

was a caption that read, It will never let you go. It

showed a woman with nothing on but an orange

thong, and what appeared to be a bulge in her

underwear. "Gross," I said. "What is this?" "It's a vibrator that's attached to the panties," she

said. "It will stay in you as long as the underwear

stays on. And a man can go in your ass with a

thong on. Imagine Justin's surprise when he goes

in your ass and feels a little tickle!" "No, Amy!" I argued. "This is disgusting." Secretly

though, I didn't want her to know that I was

curious. She must've known this, however, as she

gave me a you-know-I'm-right-and-you-want-this

look. I was obviously defeated. Giving up and sighing, I asked, "How much is it?" She smiled, pointing out the price marker to me.

It was on sale; $19.95. I could swing that... We looked for a few more minutes. I had a credit

card, and Amy knew I had been fucking myself at

home. Where else was I going at lunch? She had

to know, so I went crazy; I bought nipple clamps,

a double-dildo, and a gag and rope bondage set.

After my over-hundred-dollar purchase, I was allowed a free vibrator, anything priced at my

cheapest purchase or under. Since my cheapest

purchase was twenty dollars, I was able to get a

pretty decent vibrator, one with a much larger

diameter than the one at home. I swiped my card

through and waited for Amy to finish with her purchase. She wouldn't show me what she had

picked out. She just said, "It's an initiation present

for you." Whatever that means... Once we were back in the car, Amy said, "How

about going over to Victoria's Secret and finding

something for Justin?" I wasn't going to argue. I had let loose and didn't

care what Amy saw me doing or buying. She was

going to keep a secret, just as I was going to keep

her own. I just nodded, and with a smile, we

turned up another road.