Laundry Day, Part Two (g, mast, toy)

Kayla Martin was Lilly Marion’s best friend. Lilly had a lot of friends, some black and some white, but Kayla was special. Mostly because she was an eighth grader, two full years ahead of her in school. It was so cool having a friend who was an upperclassman.

They were neighbors, had known each other forever. Sometimes Lilly wondered if they would still be friends if they weren’t neighbors. She kind of doubted it because they really didn’t have a lot in common.

Luckily, they were neighbors and the girl was sitting on Lilly’s bed, laughing at her. Blushing, Lilly said, “It’s not funny.”

“Come on,” Kayla said, giving her a look, “even you have to admit it’s funny. Your sister caught you humping the washing machine.”

“I wasn’t humping the washing machine,” she said, laughing.

“You told me all about your love affair with the machine, remember,” Kayla said, shaking her head, “you are just in denial that you have a fetish.”

“What’s a fetish,” Lilly asked, frowning. It was a new word for her.

One of the joys of having an older friend was the wealth of knowledge they could impart on her eleven year old mind. She had learned so much talking to the thirteen year old. Some of it she was still a little sketchy on, though.

“It’s like,” Kayla said, searching for the words to explain it to Lilly, “you really like something. Say you have a shoe fetish, you really like shoes, have a billion pairs. Or you like a certain type of shoe a person wears.”

Lilly sort of got it, said, “And my fetish?”

“You like to hump your washing machine,” Kayla said, winking at her.

“I don’t hump the washing machine,” Lilly insisted, although she sort of figured she did.

“Fine,” Kayla said, laughing, “You made sweet, passionate love to it.”

Blushing, Lilly had to laugh. The bad part about having an older friend, she had to take the occasional ribbing from the girl. For the most part it was good natured but ever now and then she made Lilly feel like a foolish little girl.

“Anyway, what did you want to show me,” Kayla said, changing the subject.

Lilly giggled excitedly as she sprang off her bed and went to her dresser. She moved her unmentionables aside and came out with her new toy. Taking it to the bed, she showed her friend. The girl’s eyes widened when she saw the vibrator in Lilly’s hand, then started laughing.

“Where on earth did you get this,” she said, taking the toy from Lilly.

“My sister gave it to me,” she said, grinning at the girl’s reaction.

“Your sister gave you a vibrator,” Kayla asked, dubiously.

“After she walked in on me…” she said, clearing her throat, “well, you know.”

“Humping the washing machine,” Kayla said, laughing.

“Fine,” Lilly said, shaking her head and laughing, “while I was humping the washing machine.  She said it was so my clothes wouldn’t fade so fast.”

Kayla snorted in surprise, then fell out laughing. Tears sprang to her eyes and she had to clutch her side. Finally she managed to ask, “She really didn’t say that, did she?”

“Yeah,” Lilly said, blushing and laughing.

“That’s priceless,” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her laughter slowly faded, until she was left grinning at Lilly. Finally she said, “It wasn’t all bad then, having your sister walk in on you. You got a vibrator out of the deal.”

“Yeah,” Lilly said, thinking she’d still rather have not been caught.

“Have you tried it out,” Kayla said, twisting the knob. She laughed when it came buzzing to life.

Blushing, Lilly nodded.

“Really,” Kayla said, looking at her with interest, “did you just rub it against your clit or did you, you know, put it inside.”

“Put it inside,” Lilly parroted, her green eyes widening.

“I take it you didn’t, then,” Kayla said, nodding, “I figured not. You can put it inside, too. It’s like you are getting fucked but better. Boy’s thingies don’t vibrate.”

Lilly tried not to but ended up giggling at the obscenity. She tried to swear like Kayla did but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Kayla liked to tease her sometimes about it.

Turning off the vibrator, Kayla handed it back to her, said, “You are lucky. I wish I had a vibrator. I’m stuck using my fingers.”

She didn’t understand what Kayla was talking about, but she didn’t want to ask and reveal her innocence, again.

“If I were you,” her friend said, pointing at the sex toy, “I’d find somewhere better to hide that. Your mom would have a cow if she found it.”

“You are probably right,” she said, looking around.

“So,” Kayla said, a playful smile on her face, “have you broken the bad news to the washing machine, yet? That he’s being replaced?”

“Shut up,” Lilly said, laughing.

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Wide eyed, Lilly gaped at the computer screen, her hand over her mouth. Closing the video out, she glanced at her door guiltily. She is pretty sure she wasn’t suppose to see things like that. Still, it had answered her question; Kayla was right about women putting their vibrators inside themselves.

Her hand still over her mouth, she turned her computer off, went to her bed. Flopping on her back, she looked up at the ceiling. A smile broke out on her face, grew wider until the first giggle escaped her, then they wouldn’t stop coming.

“I should have just taken her word for it,” she said, still giggling.

She hadn’t even made it to the whole ‘use my fingers’ statement, had been shocked to see the naked girl writhing on her bed, her hand busily thrusting the purple vibrator in and out of her vagina. She was a little afraid to look anything else up.

Still staring up at the ceiling, she could see the girl’s face, pinched in what could have been pain or pleasure, her mouth slack and her eyes rolled back in her head. She seemed to be enjoying herself, was making sounds like Lilly did when she did laundry.

Rolling her head to the side, she looked at her desk, at the drawer that pulled all the way out to reveal the vibrator taped to the back. She had taken Kayla’s advice about finding a better hiding place. She didn’t want to have to explain to her mother why she had a sex toy.

Am I really thinking about this, she thought, biting her lower lip.

She looked back at the ceiling, shaking her head at her own thoughts. The woman in the video was not a virgin, something she made pretty obvious when she spread herself open for the camera, but Lilly definitely was. She knew what a hymen was and that hers was still intact. It wouldn’t be if she tried to do what the woman had done in the video.

“It is just a flap of skin,” she said out loud, thinking that is what her sister used to always say. The rest of her rant went like this, you are a virgin between your ears not between your legs. Only when you give yourself to someone are you not a virgin, anymore.

Laughing, she realized she was trying to talk herself into it. Again, she thought about the woman in the video, her back arched off the bed and her hips gyrating against the thrusting toy. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t want to feel like that.

A pleasant heat bloomed between her thighs and she shook her head. She was getting turned on just thinking about it. Her uncertainty was slowly being eroded by her curiosity, by the mental images of the woman in the throes of ecstasy. She was leaning, leaning…

“Oh God,” she said, shaking her head. She got up and pulled the desk drawer all the way out, sat it on the bed so she could remove her vibrator. Her hands were shaking as she tried to feed the drawer back into the runners and it took a little effort to put it back in place.

Looking at the shiny toy on her covers, she put her hand to her mouth, wondered if she dared. It would probably hurt a little, but it would feel good, too. Right?

She tucked it under her pillow and left her room on rubbery legs. The house was dark, everything quiet. Putting her ear to her parent’s door, she heard the dueling snores of her parents. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle her giggles, went to the bathroom. She opened the cabinet under the sink, found the bottle of baby oil.

Back in her room, she pulled her vibrator from its temporary hiding spot. Holding it in her hand, she wondered if her poor little body was ready for it. She knew about anatomy, especially her own, and knew the female body was an amazing thing, still she wondered.

Biting her lower lip, she stripped out of her panties, then her sleep shirt as an after thought. Naked, she crawled on her bed, stretched out on her back. Stacking her pillows so she was half sitting up, she opened the baby oil and used it to make the toy slick. She spread her legs wide, like the woman in the video, giggling.

“I’m such a slut,”she said, grinning at her lack of modesty.

The oil is cold to the touch and she gasped as it touched her hot skin. She lined the tip up with the opening of her vagina, made sure she still wanted to do this. When she couldn’t talk herself out of it, she put pressure on the toy. The hymen gave without much a fight, just a flash of pain that made her hiss like an angry cat and her hips jerk, then the toy surged into her. She wasn’t ready for it to go so deep, so fast. The oil had done its part, eased the way and the toy was buried inside of her.

“Holy shit,” she said, not blushing for the first time when cursing. She put her hand to her mouth, staring wide eyed at the toy sticking out of her. It felt huge, filled her up but it was in. She had done it, had taken her own virginity.

A nervous giggle escaped her as she really thought about what she had done. It was a little late to change her mind now. Good idea or not, it was done. Although that was left was to see what it felt like.

Slowly, she eased it back out most of the way, gasping as it rubbed inside of her, then pushed it in, again. A giggle that was half a moan escaped her and she was glad her hand was over her mouth. The second thrust forced a moan from her. Even the slight pinch of her torn maidenhead couldn’t distract her from how incredible it felt. A third thrust and she didn’t even notice the pain, only the pleasure the toy awoke in her body.

She found a rhythm that drove her body wild, slow and steady. Her hips were undulating on their own, seemed to know what they wanted even if she was new to this. She was jittery with nervous excitement, her hands shaking with the naughty thrill of what she was doing.

Her hand was still to her mouth and she was afraid to lower it. Each thrust drew a moan from her, each one a little louder than the one before it. She hadn’t even turned the toy on, yet, it was almost too much to bare.

Hesitantly, she turned the knob, just one click. She knew from the last time she played with it that one was more than enough for her. Gasping, she clamped her hand tighter to her mouth as the buzzing of the vibrator set her body to writhing. Even more intense than just thrusting the toy in and out, the vibrations seemed to awaken all the nerve endings in her body.

Giggling and moaning, she moved it in and out, slowly.  She couldn’t believe how good it felt, her young body going crazy.  Any misgivings she had had about doing this went out the window as the buzzing toy did wonderful things to her.  She wondered why she had waited three days to try this.

“Oh God,” she said, her hip gyrating against the toy, her back arched off the bed, “it feels so good!”

Her eyes widened as she felt an orgasm building inside of her. She clamped her hand as tight as she could on her mouth, knew she was going to need it.  Already, her little wordless cries were getting louder than she was comfortable with, but she wasn’t going to stop now. She was right there, her body gathering tension.  Closer and closer, the toy pushed her towards the edge of release. The she stiffened as she came, her whole body locking up. It squeezed a startled cry out of her, one the hand on her mouth hadn’t a chance of muffling.

The toy still in her spasming sex made her gasp and her hips jerk and she hurriedly pulled it free of her body, turned it off.  She pushed her hair out of her face, tried to catch her breath.  Her heart was thundering in her temples and she was a sweaty mess.  She’d never felt so good.

Over her heartbeat, she managed to hear padded footsteps approaching her room.  Her pleasure fuzzy head cleared for a second and she was sure someone had heard her cry of ecstasy and was coming to investigate.  She couldn’t explain how she knew this, but she trusted her instincts.  Hurriedly, she threw the covers over herself.

No sooner had she tucked the covers around her naked body, did the door open and the light snap on.  She squinted in the sudden glare, saw her sleep mussed mother in the open doorway. Her face was hot with embarrassment and she hoped she didn’t look half as guilty as she felt she did.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay,” her mother asked.

“I’m fine,” Lilly said, her voice a little shaky, “I had a nightmare.”

Her mother relaxed, her chick not needing protecting. She nodded, turned to leave, then hesitated.  She gave Lilly a funny smile, said, “Didn’t sound like a nightmare, but a really, really good dream.”

Lilly hoped her mother couldn’t see her blush, but she must have. The woman shook her head and laughed, “Next time you have a… ‘Nightmare’, try to keep it down a bit. And we are going to have to have The Talk in the morning.”

Her face was so hot, she thought she might catch the sheets on fire. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life. Even getting caught by sister humping the washing machine paled in comparison.

Then her mother was gone and she shook her head, muttered, “Why do I keep getting caught doing this?”

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“You really did it,” Kayla said, her eyes wide in shock, “you put it inside?”

They were on the school bus, heading to school. Lilly had just told her friend about what she had done last night, leaving out the embarrassing run in with her mother and the equally awkward birds and bees talk she received thirty minute ago. Kayla had listened with a look on her face that was half amazement and half amusement.

“Yeah,” she said, laughing, “you are the one who said girls did it.”

“True,” Kayla asked, shaking her head, “but not when they are twelve, for God’s sake.”

“So I got an early start,” Lilly said, blushing.

“Well,” her friend said, leaning in close, “what was it like? Did it hurt?”

Lilly grinned, thought for the first time in their friendship, she had some knowledge to impart on the older’s girl mind.  She couldn’t stop grinning the whole time she answered the girl’s questions.

3 Responses to Laundry Day, Part Two (g, mast, toy)

  1. Fur says:

    Very nice once again Ebo I loved it

  2. Cassidy says:

    OMGD! so hot ebo! nice to see someone makes good use of the down time around here

  3. Julie_Van01 says:

    Loved how things turned out and at the same time
    it left me craving the next chapter.

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