Sex Toy Party

"This is the weirdest demo I've ever tried in my life. I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Rachael glared at the dark cylinder.

"I didn't talk you into shit," Hannah said in her rough voice. "And you won the toss."

"I'm still blaming you if this goes wrong."

"Wimp. Stop stalling."

Rachael stuck her tongue out at Hannah, but looked over at the device. Quiescent, it was a rounded post that looked like a smooth, small, dark dildo. It was translucent and not exactly sparkly, but it reflected the light in interesting ways. She glanced at the smaller tube and what looked like a simple TV remote control. The control had a big red button in the middle, but no company name or logo.

Rachael smiled shyly. She'd worn a skirt, figuring... well. Above the knee, not too prim, and it showed off her legs nicely. She sat down on the edge of Hannah's bed carefully, knees together and to one side, her hands touching the tops of both knees. She held the genteel pose for a couple of seconds before she sprawled back, her knees flopping open lewdly. That unexpectedly popped her skirt up high enough to clearly show Hannah she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Hannah's eyes went wide, and Rachael shrieked, pulling her knees together and pushing her skirt down. She rolled into a ball on her side, her hands over her face, laughing wildly.

"You're a bad girl," Hannah said, facing away, stifling a smile.

"Oh my god," Rachael gasped, "I can't believe that happened! I'm blushing so bad."

Hannah had one hand over her mouth, too, but she was waving with the other. After a few more seconds, she got her breath back. "Come on, come on. Show me the good stuff!"

"Strumpet!" Rachael huffed theatrically, but sat up, putting her feet back on the floor. She glanced at the shaft on Hannah's crowded side table, but then pointedly looked around the room. "Do you ever pick up in here?"

"Stalling!" Hannah sang.

"You just want to get into my pants."

"Well, yeah. Haven't I said so?"

"Grrr."

"Stalling!" in the same sing-song voice.

Rachael scowled and picked up the shaft. "Wow. Heavier than I thought." It still didn't look like much. She turned it around in her hand, feeling the heft. She held it up to the light. Yeah, there were some internal reflections, but they were subtle. Like the remote, there weren't any noticeable markings or controls.

"Want to take off that skirt?"

"Not yet." Rachael looked at the... what? Toy? Machine? Whatever.

She huffed quietly. Do or die. She picked up the tube of lubricant. "Yours?"

"Theirs."

"They do think of everything."

Hannah finally glanced at Rachael's face. "They said you don't have to use too much."

"And when it's their bodies, they can do what they want." Rachael smiled and popped the top up with one hand. She positioned the tube above the... dildo, she thought. If it walks like a... whatever. She slowly and carefully drizzled a minuscule strand of the thick liquid over the top of the shaft, slowly letting a ring of it build up around the head. Very slowly. Fortunately, the stuff was viscous enough not to run. Rachael didn't look at Hannah, but was smirking.

Hannah let that go on for a while. "Need any help there, Rache?" she said, eventually.

"Could you lick me wet first? I think that might get me in the mood."

Hannah immediately knelt between Rachael's legs. Rachael shrieked and pulled her legs together. Hannah leaned forward anyway, lightly pushing her hands between Rachael's knees. Rachael shrieked even louder and pulled her knees to one side. "Damn it, Hanners, stop!" Hannah pulled again, playfully, and Rachael shrieked again. "OK, OK!:

Hannah tried her best pout. "Tease," she smiled, "Or spoilsport."

"All right! I should have known better. Jesus!" Rachael glared, both frustrated and oddly pleased. Sure, it wasn't likely to go anywhere--they'd been playing these games since they were kids--but it wasn't entirely innocent, either. She liked knowing that Hannah thought she was attractive enough to pursue, or at least pretend to. Rachael even had her fantasy of how she might follow through. And she knew that she'd never actually have the courage to do anything.

"And still stalling."

Rachael put on her game show girl smile, elbows high, added a dab of lube to her index finger, clicked the cap closed, and put the tube on the side table. She shifted the dildo to her left hand, then looked at Hannah. Hannah hadn't moved, still on the floor, expectantly kneeling in front of Hannah.

"What?" Hannah said.

"We said we'd watch. That was the deal." She looked serious.

"That, and you want to anyway."

"There's that, too," Hannah said, her serious expression finally breaking.

"It's your turn next, tough girl." Rachael took a breath. "God, I still can't believe I'm doing this." She lay back down on Hannah's bed, pulling her bare feet onto the bed. She lifted her skirt quickly, exposing her bare vulva, and suddenly had trouble getting her breath. She spread her feet, but with her knees together. She wiggled her butt, focused enough to get a deep breath, and spread her knees.

"About time," Hannah smiled at her exposure.

"Damn it!" Her knees snapped together.

"Sorry."

"This is so embarrassing," Rachael said. She spread her knees, reached down, and carefully smeared the lube on her fingers against her labia using two fingers. Swapping the small dildo into that same hand, she moved it up toward herself, carefully avoiding brushing the lubed end against her thigh or her skirt. She lined up deliberately, close to herself, and pushed it against her outer labia.

"Eek!" Rachael shrieked, her knees drawing in.

"What?" Hannah asked quickly, rising.

"Sorry, sorry." Rachael waved her away with her free hand. "Cold." She spread her knees.

"Scare me to death, girl."

"Sorry." Rachael pushed the small dildo against herself, swirled the tip of the dildo around to distribute more lube, then sighed. "I can do this. Really." She rolled her head a little to loosen her tense neck, then gently but deliberately pressed the shaft up past her entrance. Then, with another sigh, she eased and twirled it until only an inch or so was still outside her vulva. It was heavy, but thinner and pretty short, at least compared to the dildos Rachael had seen. It wasn't close to bottoming out.

"It almost feels medical."

Hannah briefly showed her tongue. "Not a sensual thought."

Moving her fingers, Rachael wobbled the shaft to redistribute the lube, then pushed it fully into her. When the base was even with her vulva, it still felt like it would fall out. She pushed it inside with one finger, feeling her labia slip over the base of the device. Still felt funny. She shifted it around a little.

"This better not get lost in there," Rachael muttered.

"Money-back guarantee."

"It's a freebie for testing."

"I think that's it." She slowly pulled her finger out.

"Wow." Hannah managed, staring.

"Having fun so far?" Rachael asked, pulling her fingers out and curling them in to keep the lube off things. She looked around for something to clean with. "That thing's going to fall out the moment I sit up."

Hannah distractedly gave her a hand towel she'd put on her side table, but she was still staring at Rachael's cunt. Rachael looked at her friend. Her head didn't move. "You good there?" Rachael asked finally.

"I am seriously turned on already."

"I'm the one testing the thing, damn it!"

"Right, right, right." Hannah looked up at Rachael's face. "Ready?"

Rachael took a breath. "Fire it up, Igor!"

Hannah sniffed, reaching for the remote. "Great. Minion to a skank."

"That's 'Queen Skank', please."

"My royal bitch queen," Hannah smiled as she picked up the remote, holding it where they both could see it. "Ready... steady... go!" She hit a small green button, then moved her thumb, hovering over the big, red STOP button, just in case.

They both looked at Rachael's body. Hannah tilted her head a little; Rachael struggled against gravity to keep her head pulled forward.

Seconds passed.

"Is it on?" Rachael asked.

Hannah turned the remote her way. "Yeah, the light's green. I think so."

"Huh. Slipping out a little."

"Want me to push it back in for you?" Hannah grinned, her hand moving.

"Hold up, evil child." Rachael shifted her hips nervously. "I think it's started."

"Talk to me. What's it feel like?"

Rachael shrugged. "Not much yet. It's spreading, I think. They said it would do that, right?"

"Yeah."

"I can feel it moving, a little, but it's gentle."

"Oh! I can see it now."

"Really?" Hannah leaned in close, and Rachael did another stomach crunch, trying to get a better view. She lay back after a second. "I need a mirror, damn it!"

"Hell, I should be taking movies."

"I see you so much as reach for your phone, I'm outta here!"

"Calm, honey." Hannah reached out and touched the tip that was still extending out of her friend's cunt.

"Hannah!" Rachael shrieked.

"What? It's neat!"

"Well, it does feel nice."

"Wow. The part sticking out is moving."

"Oh, shit..."

"It's slow, but it's spreading... well, it's like a flower now."

"Like how!" Rachael asked, frustrated.

"It's... oh, neat."

"Damn it!" Rachael said, craning her neck again.

"It's so thin, it almost looks like paint or something. But it's spreading over your... well, your labia. Does it tickle?"

"Well, now it does!"

"Sorry."

"You so owe me for this."

"It's really covering your skin." Hannah touched the material spreading over Rachael's genitals. "Eww."

"What do you mean, 'eww'?"

"It felt squishy."

"Of course it felt squishy! Why are you poking my parts, minion?!?"

"You can feel that?"

"My labia? Hell yes!"

"Hey, the membrane... thingie, was spread over it. I wasn't sure."

"Really?" Rachael peered between her legs, then curled up, pulling her knees even higher. Her skirt was at her waist. "Damn it!"

"Still spreading. It's over your whole vulva."

Rachael touched where it covered her clit and twitched.

"You OK?" Hannah asked quickly.

"Yeah. It's weird. That felt like I was just touching myself. I couldn't tell there was anything over me. I mean, really. It's a little spooky."

They both watched her vulva for a little longer.

"Has it stopped? I think it's stopped." Hannah looked closer.

"I can't feel it moving anymore."

"It's a whole 'nother level of 'anatomically correct'. It's perfect." Hannah was rising, but stopped and bent closer, staring. "Wait! It's changing color!"

"What? No! It is?" Rachael peered for a few more seconds. "Well, fuuuck. It is!"

"Is that shittin' cool or what?"

"I can barely tell that it's on me."

"I can't at all. It's a perfect match."

"Might be worth it just as a condom. But I hope I don't have to pee soon."

"That's the first thing you think of?"

Rachael blushed. "Second. I wonder what Malik will think."

"I wonder if he'd even notice. One way to find out." Hannah looked down again. "Huh. Maybe not." She looked up into Rachael's face. "Think I should do a quick digital check?"

"Digital?"

Hannah wiggled two fingers, a smile breaking out on her face. "Just to know?"

Rachael rolled her eyes again. "I'm good for now, thanks."

"His dick falls off afterward, I'm blaming you."

Rachael reached down and tentatively touched herself again. "I can't feel it much." She glanced at Hannah guiltily, then carefully pushed a finger into herself. Hannah stared at her hand the whole way, rapt.

Rachael swirled her finger a little. "Nothing."

"Can't feel your finger?"

"I can only feel the finger. Can't tell there's anything else there."

Rachael looked up. "Think I can move around?" she asked earnestly.

"You saw the instructions. Just be careful."

"Yeah." Rachael slowly lowered her knees, her face tense as she anticipated being pinched. Hannah looked between Rachael's crotch and her face, concerned but excited.

"Good so far." She slowly moved her feet to the floor, then sat up. "I guess it's moving with me? I can't feel anything weird, anyway." She pushed her skirt back down. Hannah gave her a moue that Rachael pointedly ignored. "I could barely tell it's there." She stood up carefully.

"Does it hurt? Is it OK?" Hannah asked, still on her knees.

"It feels... like almost nothing. I thought I would feel a little weight, but it's not moving around. I feel like... me, mostly." She looked up from her waist and around the small, overcrowded room. "Not much room to try walking."

"This is a sex toy, honey, not a running aide."

"Yeah. At least it doesn't feel like it's falling out."

"What, it's clinging to? Like, your ovaries?"

Rachael looked over in disgust. "Eww."

"So the condom part seems good?"

"So far. If nothing else, Malik is getting lucky soon, that's for sure. Still pretty pricey, but might be worth it." She looked resigned. "Not like we have many other options."

"Yeah. But wait 'til the next part."

Rachael looked at her friend. "You must have had a really good time."

"When I did that test? Yeah. I told you how it worked: the lab, how it folded over me--"

"The screaming orgasms, everything. Yeah, I remember, even some things I probably didn't need to know."

"They were all 'serious science' and everything, even when things went... well, sideways."

"But you trust them."

"Yeah. They were pretty good, even with all my squirming."

"And now they're making these things as a sideline?"

"Baby needs a new pair of shoes, apparently."

Rachael looked at Hannah. "The orgasms were an accident?"

"In the lab it was, yeah. They kept trying to stop that part, back then, but this is them doing the orgasm stuff on purpose. And you're stalling again."

"Maybe."

"Ready for the next step?"

Rachael took a deep breath. "Sure."

Hannah carefully picked up the control, not quite fumbling it. "Acid test time."

"Great metaphor."

"Lie down first." Hannah motioned at the bed, still kneeling on the carpet.

"Right." Rachael sat with her knees together. Then she lay back on the bed, pulling her legs up. She kept her knees together and smoothed her skirt down.

Hannah leaned over her, holding out the remote where they both could see it. "Don't you kick me."

"No promises."

"Ready, steady, go!" She pushed another button, then she shifted her hand over the red 'kill' button again.

Rachael lay there a second. She smoothed her skirt down again. Hannah glared at the gesture.

Rachael fluttered her hands. "I'm feeling a little overexposed, OK?"

"This is supposed to be science, here."

"So?"

"Can I watch?"

"No." Rachael giggled.

"Bitch. But really."

"Oh, all right." Rachael lifted her knees and spread them, letting her skirt ride up. She giggled again, nervously, but admitted she was turned on at being exposed.

They waited.

"Anything yet?" Hannah asked.

"Not much."

Rachael's expression changed, looking thoughtful. "Hmm," she mumbled, shifting her shoulders. She tilted her head to one side slightly.

"Can you expand on that, beanpole?"

"Don't be jealous."

"As if."

"It's changing, but only a little. Shifting? I can barely feel it. There's... I guess a slight ridge? Running from the top to the bottom, anyway. Over and over, but moving around. Like you'd peel a banana?"

Hannah looked at Rachael's genitals again, then lifted her head. "I can't see anything."

"Yeah, I can barely feel it. Very subtle."

"Think it's the 'learning curve' thing."

"Yeah, maybe. Probably."

"Does it feel good?"

"Um..."

"Or bad?"

"Neither. It seems a little... tentative? Now it's going around, almost a twist."

"Variety of life?" Hannah looked down again, leaning closer.

"Pretty dull life so far. I'm not paying money for this part."

"Well, let's give it time."

"You just like playing with my girl-parts."

"Well, yeah," she said, a big smile on her face.

"Pervert!" Rachael laughed.

"I prefer 'high quality dyke'."

"You're nobody's bull dyke. More of a fashionable lesbian."

Hannah looked embarrassed. "What's it up to now?"

"Little moves. I can't always tell what." She rocked her hips slightly. "It moves a little, then pauses."

"A problem?"

"No, just... I'm going to try sitting up."

"You sure?"

"Not that I don't love having you stare at me, but yeah. It's kinda weird lying down. It's like I feel like I should be sick or something."

"Yeah, OK." Hannah offered her hand. Rachael grabbed it, swung her legs off the bed, and sat up.

"Good?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah," she said, smoothing her skirt.

"No pinching?"

"No. It feels a little slippery."

They sat there. Hannah looked at Rachael's lap. After a few seconds, Rachael frowned back theatrically. Hannah just smiled imperviously.

"How much longer, do you think?" Rachael said.

"They said, 'Up to five minutes.'"

Rachael frowned. "Well, I thought the way it fitted itself to me was cool."

"The color-match part was trick."

"Yeah. And the sensitivity is like it isn't there at all. If it protects the way they say, it's gonna be on every girl's birthday list."

"Not for me, necessarily."

Rachael looked serious. "What, you don't worry about catching anything?"

"I probably should. So, yeah, I suppose. The whole 'dental dam' part is a serious buzz-kill."

"Yeah, I can imagine. So this should be a good toy to have."

"Maybe. If it works."

"Yeah." Rachael looked around nervously. "Still a dull experience right now."

"Give it more time."

They sat still for roughly three seconds.

"Was it like this for you?" Rachael asked, glancing over.

Hannah frowned. "Mine was way different. They were working on big stuff."

"Big?"

"Whole body, head to toe. Is it still moving?"

"A little. And it was fun?"

"Seriously weird, but yeah." Hannah smiled. "You have no idea. Really slow to start there, too. But yeah, eventually. I felt bad for the science lady and her sidekick. Back then, my getting off was exactly what she didn't want. But I couldn't help myself."

Rachael looked out from under her hair. "She was hot, wasn't she?"

"It wasn't my fault! I was being, like, super-serious about it!"

"So she was?"

Hannah bit her lips. Cutely, Rachael thought. "Oh, yeah. Smart, strong, really pretty. And a rack to die for."

"Ah."

"And her assistant? Holy crap! She could melt your shorts with a glance. Skinny like a runner, but sultry anyway. She'd never go for someone like me."

"Who are you kidding? I think you're adorable."

"I'm not anyone's 'cute.''

"Maybe more literal. I adore you, anyway. I think you're... handsome. I love your face."

Hannah prayed that Rachael couldn't see the wild confusion that filled her head.

"And it's not like you're nasty or anything. You're easy to talk to. I don't think you're scaring people off."

Hannah ducked her head shyly. "Maybe? They were hard to read. I think the Doc was completely cishet. The hot assistant looked like she'd go either way, but I got the impression I wasn't even in the running."

"Maybe she was already taken?"

"Could be. She was giving the Doc some interesting looks, but it was like they went right over the boss's head."

"Their loss."

They went quiet again. Rachael knew she'd been chattering to distract herself, but she'd accidentally backed the conversation into a subject she wasn't comfortable talking about. Not yet.

But quiet wasn't working, either. "Well. I don't know," Rachael said. "So far, this part's kind of a bust. And they want us to pay for this?"

"If we want to, yeah. List price will be a lot, but we get a discount for testing and telling."

"Shit. I forgot we'd have to talk about it."

"They promised it wouldn't be many times. And we only have to say what we want."

"Still sounds embarrassing."

"But you'll get to see Doc and her sidekick."

"That's more your deal than mine."

"Wait 'til you see her. Killer cheekbones. Might shift your world view."

Rachael harrumphed.

Hannah took a breath. "If it's too much, we could share one? Maybe?"

"It's a freakin' weird thing to go halfsies on."

"Just sayin'. The discount for beta testing is pretty good, though."

"Oh!" Rachael said, her head rising.

Hannah looked up abruptly. "What?"

"Sorry." Rachael looked distracted. "It's not bad. It changed again."

"What, the shape?"

"No. Maybe? I can't feel any shape. But it's moving differently. Hmm."

"Good or bad?"

"Good?" Rachael sounded unsure at the end of the word, but then she smiled at Hannah. "That feels pretty good."

"Talk."

"I'm guessing the learning curve is over. It's rubbing a spot in the front," she pointed just below her navel, "maybe here. No, wait, now it's... oh! It's on my... um, my clit."

Hannah put her finger in front of her lips; Rachael stopped talking. Hannah leaned close to Rachael's lap for a second, then shrugged.

"Dead quiet. Vibrating? "

"No, just gently massaging." She giggled nervously, shifting her hips a little. "It's nice, though."

"Nice, or... well, nice?"

"Um, that second one?"

"Comedian."

"I don't know yet! Impatient much?" Rachael tilted her head. "I can see how it could be interesting."

"Well, at least that's a step up from 'bored'."

"I didn't say I was bored, just that--"

"Just what?"

Rachael harrumphed. "Just that... look, it's getting more interesting, that's all."

"What's it doing now?"

"Well, it's rubbing up... no, down... um, kind of...." Rachael went quiet, frowning a little in concentration.

"Help me out here."

"Hey, it's hard to describe. I can't see anything directly. And it never does the same thing twice. Let me... hmm... OK, it just rubbed my... well, my cervix."

"Really?"

"But in a good way? Now it's slowly sliding over my... ah, my clitoris." Rachael looked embarrassed.

Hannah tilted her head. "This is going to be really slow if you have to stumble over every damn word."

"Hey! I'm not used to this! I don't call out detailed descriptions of my quim every day."

"It'll be good for you."

Rachael made a fake growl.

"Come on! We talked about this. That's one reason you wanted me here."

"Yeah, I know, but now that I'm here, it's... well, it's tough to use the words."

"Remember when we were kids, and we saw that clip from the sex researcher?"

"Now there's a woman who had no trouble using all the right words."

Hannah giggled, then talked in a fake British accent. "First, did you address her clitoris? If you're going to succeed at cunnilingus, you need to use both oral and digital stimulation...."

"Han-nah!" Rachael sang, splitting her name into two syllables.

"It was hysterical. Your mouth was hanging so far open I could count your molars."

"I was not!" Rachael pushed on Hannah's arm once.

"Try rubbing two fingers in a small circle just inside her vagina--"

"Stop, stop STOP!" Rachael was pushing Hannah's arms away, laughing as she tried to discourage her midair re-creation.

"--as you stimulate her clitoris with your tongue..."

Rachael was still pushing at Hannah, her face getting red.

Hannah held up two fingers. "You can use these two fingers to massage her outer labia at the same time," she continued in her fake accent, "pushing down like this." She turned her hand down so that her fingers were an inverted 'V'.

"Hannah!" Rachael yelled, but then she started shaking.

It took Hannah a second to notice the change. "Rache?"

Rachael drew her legs up, her knees pressing together, her body tensing. She looked startled, then relaxed. "Wow," she bit her lip, looking embarrassed as she straightened. "That was a surprise."

"Wait. Did you just cum?" Hannah asked loudly, her mouth open.

"Hannah!" she shrieked, scandalized.

"Come on! You're flushed and everything!"

"I am?"

"Yes! Nothing bad, but you are. Did you climax?"

"Maybe? A little?"

"And you were worried."

"It wasn't huge or anything!"

"But it's something."

"Hey. We were laughing, and it was... and it just kinda... happened."

Hannah thought. "Was it fun?"

"It was a surprise. I mean, I was laughing and you were cracking jokes, and then I just..."

"Do you orgasm that way often?"

"No!" she said, shocked. "It's just that I was... distracted."

"Jeeze. Brings a new meaning to LMAO."

"I swear, I wasn't..." She stopped, then Rachael shifted her butt on the bed. "Hmm."

"It's still running?" Hannah asked.

"Um, yeah."

"You OK?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"You want to stop?"

"Uh... no, I'm good. I mean, I will be good. Or well... I mean..."

"Save yourself and just leave the sentence there."

"Right."

They sat there for a second.

"That was so embarrassing," Rachael said.

"What?"

"I mean, on your bed and all!"

"You shouldn't be embarrassed a--"

"Jesus! I still can't believe you talked me into this."

Hannah held up one finger. Rachael stopped talking, looking at Hannah's hand.

"Rule number one?"

Rachael sighed. "I don't need to be shy. I--"

"Very good," she interrupted. "Rule number two?"

"People can't hear us in here."

"Yeah, short of screaming. One of the few advantages of old concrete walls."

"Yeah, but..."

Hannah waited, but Rachael seemed stuck. "But what?"

"I mean, you're all bold and everything, but I'm... like..."

"Rache, you know how crazy this is. You know I'm not going to be shocked."

"Well... yeah."

"I promised, and I meant it. I mean, shit! We're in the middle of a freakin' sex toy Tupperware party!"

Rachael looked embarrassed. "I know. But... I mean, I didn't.... This is more than I thought it'd be. More...." She waved her hands in frustration. "I didn't think I would."

"Do you want to stop?" Hannah looked down at the remote in her hand. "Look, we'll just end this--"

"No! No, really. This is freakishly weird, yeah, but it's OK." She looked up at Hannah. "I'm glad you called me."

"Really? You don't have to do things. Anything. I'm not kidding about that."

"I know, and I appreciate. It probably is good for me to talk more. And this does feel... pretty... ohhh...."

"Did you just moan?"

"Ah," she took a shaky breath, "a little?" Rachael giggled, then shivered. "Oh, wow." She leaned her head back, her hands under the sheets.

"What's it doing?"

"It's sliding up and down a little, just inside, near the top. That feels weird, but good. It's moving around my clitoris all the time, but it keeps changing. It's squeezing... Oh!... a little harder than I'd thought, but it's just.... Now it's sliding over the top. Um...."

"Are you sure you're OK? You're white-knuckling the covers."

"Oh, yeah. Seriously OK." Rachael swallowed. She started breathing more heavily. "It's moving over my labia, sliding and gently pulling at... um, me."

"Damn," Hannah said to herself, "I thought I was turned on before."

"Hanners!"

"You're pretty flushed."

"Not surprised," she said, sounding a little breathless. "It's weird. It does stuff I like, but it keeps changing."

"What? How often?"

"It depends." She took a breath. "Whoa. Um... well, sometimes it's just what I want, and it does that for a while. But sometimes it moves around." She thought for a second. "Maybe it's when I get bored? Then it changes to something else."

"Yeah, that's kind of what the thing did to me, in the experiment." Hannah glanced down. "You're flushed everywhere."

Rachael looked at Hannah, puzzled for a second. Then she realized she was looking at her chest. "Hanners!" She tried to cover with one hand.

"You're the one wearing a low scoop. You flush all the way down."

"I hate being Irish."

"And no bra."

"There's a built-in shelf!"

"Not covering those bullets," she said, gesturing at Rachael's chest.

Rachael looked down. "Damn it!"

"And here I didn't think you could blush harder."

"Because my best friend is pointing at my nipples!"

"Hey, they were looking at me first."

Rachael crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's just an observation!" Hannah laughed. Turning away, she muttered, "A really, really hot observation."

"Jesus!" Rachael tried to pretend she was offended, but she was smiling too hard.

Without warning, Hannah grabbed at Rachael's sides and began tickling her ribs. Rachael shrieked in surprise, trying to catch both her hands, failing, and falling back on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

And then her shriek changed to something much louder, faster, and more guttural. She was shaking, arching her back, her hands falling away from Hannah's. Hannah stopped tickling, looking down on her friend, who was writhing on her bed under her.

"You OK?"

"Oh my god!" Rachael finally said, breathing hard. She tilted her head up to glare at Hannah. "That was so not fair!"

"Worked, didn't it?"

"You did it on purpose?" Rachael's voice rose to a squeak at the end.

"It worked before! I thought you'd like it."

"Don't do that again. Holy crap!"

"All right, all right! Sorry." Hannah looked contrite. "Really. I thought you'd like it."

"Don't do that again!" Rachael said pointedly, looking straight at Hannah. "Promise!"

"All right. I swear."

"Better. Oh my god." Rachael made shooing motions. "Scoot." Hannah stood up, giving Rachael room to sit up. Then she sat down next to her.

"Sorry," Hannah said again. "Was it bad?"

"Crap! I mean... No, not really, I guess. It was..." she made vague hand motions, "too much? I came hard, but, like, too hard? Like it wasn't my choice."

"Oh! I can see that." Hannah was still serious and contrite.

"So yeah, no. Don't do that." She glanced at Hannah. "I mean, unless I ask you to."

Hannah looked at her for a second, puzzled. Rachael smiled, and Hannah frowned. "Butthole!"

"Seriously. Not saying never, just that it was too much right then."

"There could be some interesting games in here."

Rachael glared. "You're hard to discourage." Her expression changed. "Oh!"

Hannah looked over. "Still going?"

"Yeah." She started fidgeting.

"Want a break?"

"Um... no, not yet. I'm OK. I didn't think I'd be ready so soon, but maybe? What's the thing set to?"

"Low?"

"You didn't twist it?"

Hannah looked over to the remote, to make sure. "Low adventure, Medium effect. Hasn't moved."

"Jesus! I'm not even slightly ready for 'high adventure', whatever that is." Rachael was shifting her legs restlessly, her eyes closing. Hannah watched as Rachael's hands moved up toward one tit, only to stop short, then she reached down, but never got past her hip. Her face was looking more and more flushed, but like she was struggling hard.

Hannah looked over at her friend. She didn't seem as happy as she'd have thought.

"Are you OK, Rache?"

"Yeah, I think."

"It almost looks like it hurts."

"Um, well... um... doesn't hurt... hmm... but it's weird."

"What's the trouble? Nervous?"

"Uh... oh fuck... yeah, maybe." She was looking more flushed.

"It's just us. And you just came twice already."

"I know, but that was different. Oh, Jesus... ah. It was a surprise. I've never..."

"Climaxed in front of an audience?"

"No." She was twisting on the sheets. "I mean, yeah. You. It's different during sex. Then it's like you're both... oh... but nobody... eyyyh... I mean... it's literally.... uh... huh... oh, god...." Rachael panted. "Look, I know it's silly, but... hah... I can't...."

Hannah looked at her friend incredulously. She had trouble believing she was being honest about the problem. But she could see Rachael was struggling and in distress.

"Rachael, can you trust me?"

Rachael opened her eyes abruptly. "Ahh." She seemed to have trouble focusing.

"Can you trust me?"

"Oh. Ah, sure. I mean... nnNNNhh... You know I do. Huh... ah.... "

"I think I can help."

"Um... I'm not sure...." She stopped to breathe. "This may be too--"

Hannah stood up. "Lie back."

Rachael looked at her, then bit her lower lip, her eyes half closed. She pulled her feet off the floor and lay back. As Hannah pushed her feet further onto the bed, she looked at Rachael's shoulders.

"No tickling."

"Swear!" she smiled. "Up for a second," Hannah said, moving the pillows under her better. "OK, lie back." Rachael settled down, still looking flushed. Hannah sat down on the bed next to her. "Take my hand."

Rachael focused enough to put one hand in Hannah's like she might start arm-wrestling. Hannah gripped her hand tightly.

"I know you're nervous. Try to relax. We're going all the way here."

"I don't know..."

"It's OK. No judgments; no problems. Right now, this's a guilt-free zone."

"Um." Rachael was panting now, the pained look getting stronger.

Hannah moved up the bed and looked into Rachael's face, her hand pulled against her chest. Rachael could feel Hannah's ample breasts pressing against the back of her hand through the fabric. "Just relax and let your body go. Don't push, but don't try to hold back."

"I don't know how--"

"It's easy-peasy. You can feel that pressure building up, right?"

"God, yeah!" She sounded tight.

"Don't cum yet."

"I don't--"

Hannah leaned closer. "Not yet."

Rachael looked up into her face, her eyes wide. "Oh my god. OK, but I don't know--"

"Can you feel everything it's doing to you?"

"Yeah," barely forced out. She was twisting harder, unable to keep still.

"Can you feel how it keeps lifting you higher?"

"Oh! Oh... oh...." Her teeth gritted. "Fuck!"

"Is it working on your clit?"

"Ah! It is now!"

"Good. Each rub and push drives you up. The good feelings grow, and they're filling you up. It's pushing out to your fingers and toes, filling you."

She leaned close again. "Don't cum."

Rachael was keening as her legs kicked slowly, ineffectually pushing the covers down.

"You're so full of lust and good feeling, you can feel it to the tip of your nose. You're completely full."

Hannah smiled, pulling Rachael's hand tightly into her chest. "Ready?"

Rachael nodded, not trusting her voice.

Hannah smiled. "Cum for me, Rachael. Let it all go."

Rachael cried out, then her eyes rolled up as her body arched on the bed, her hand clamping onto Hannah's, her other hand a death grip on the sheets.

Hannah smiled for a second, but Rachael's rigid body and high-pressure hiss were scaring her. What the hell was happening? Hannah fumbled over the bed, one hand shooting out to the remote. She hovered over the red button, but didn't hit it yet. Rachael's squeezed hiss expanded to moaning in apparent ecstasy, then she went rigid again for several seconds. It was long enough that Hannah was worrying about seizures. Her legs lost traction on the sheets, and she started kicking randomly. Then that spasm passed, and she shivered violently. She slumped back on the bed and gasped loudly a couple of times.

Hannah hadn't realized how hard Rachael had been holding her breath until she started gasping in more air. Her body tensed once more, then that decayed into big shudders. She was still making helpless noises. The shudders ended with a jerk, and she pulled her knees up, crying out a second time. Hannah held on, hoping the noise wouldn't draw people. She might have overstated the soundproofing.

With the next spasm, Rachael let go of Hannah's hand, dropped her heels wide, and she shoved both hands between her legs, cupping herself as she shivered and gasped, shoulders rocking from side to side, heedlessly bumping into Hannah's hip over and over. Her face was bright red, and her breathing was either tense grunts or loud gasps. Hannah gently stroked her friend's face with one hand, the other still near the remote. She felt Rachael turn her face into her hand, even as another round of shivering came over her. She rolled onto one side, facing away from Hannah, moaning loudly, her hands still shoved between her legs.

Hannah's fist still hovered over the red Stop button. She'd almost hit it three or four times. Looking over, she saw Rachael was shuddering, but not as rigidly. She relaxed, pulling her hand back. She slipped one hand under Rachael's head, cupping her face gently, feeling her fingers touching her friend's soft face. Rachael leaned into her hand like they were lovers.

"Oh, fuck." Rachael gasped and opened her eyes. "I can't believe... ohHH!" She closed her eyes and went rigid for a few seconds, then collapsed limply, shivering again, her legs twitching. Hannah could see that Rachael's hands were pressing hard into herself. She thrashed once, twice, paused, then a third, smaller thing.

Then Rachael stopped, lying limply on the bed. Her hands were still shoved between her legs as she gasped for breath, but she wasn't trying to crush herself.

Hannah felt her twitch.

"Oh, god in heaven," Rachael moaned weakly, "Turn it off, OK?"

Hannah may have hit the remote a little harder than it needed.

She felt Rachael's face relax in her hand. "You OK?" Hannah asked quietly.

"Wow." Rachael blinked groggily. "Oh, yeah. I'm good. Maybe great." She looked up blissfully. "My god, that was.... Wow. I've never done that before."

"You came so hard it scared me!"

"Me, too, maybe."

"I've never seen anything like that! I was so scared for you. Are you all right!" Hannah couldn't find all the words she wanted, so she kept trying.

Rachael just smiled and nuzzled her face into the hand that Hannah was still holding against her cheek. Hannah stopped talking as a flood of tenderness washed over her, surprising her. She wasn't surprised she was sexually attracted to the model-pretty girl--that was as obvious as breathing--but this felt more protective, and... well, more than simple desire.

"Oh," Rachael said. She fumbled with her hands. She shivered once, then she slowly lifted her hands out from between her legs. She was holding the device, back in its featureless, cylindrical form. Her legs flopped down to one side, her knees together. Rachael held it in one unsteady hand, facing away from Hannah.

"I can take that?" Hannah said gently, gingerly lifting the heavy thing from Rachael's unresisting hand. She expected it to be sloppy and gross, but it wasn't. It was slightly warmer than body temperature, but not at all slippery or wet. Hannah twisted around to put it back on the side table, still keeping her one hand under Rachael's head.

Hannah twisted back. Rachael was still facing away. It seemed odd. Hannah leaned over her friend uncertainly. "Hey, tall stuff. You OK?"

Rachael looked up at her, but struggled to find words. Then her face screwed up, and she started crying.

Hannah looked surprised. "Hey, hey, hey! It's all good. Talk to me."

Rachael turned away, not showing her face. She was shuddering regularly and crying. Hannah was suddenly scared of what Rachael might say. "Are you OK?"

"I'm sorry," Rachael sniffed after a second, but Hannah could feel she was still crying.

"For what? Remember? No guilt zone. Was it really that good?" She knew she was trying to redirect things before Rachael went somewhere scary. She was fully aware she was still holding her friend's face in one hand.

"Oh, yeah," she nodded, "it was amazing."

Rachael blinked and snuffled. Hannah felt tears on her hand, spreading over Rachael's cheek. "So there's nothing to be sorry about," Hannah said quickly.

"That's not it."

Hannah was even more scared. "Um... OK?"

"I'm so sorry I've been... distant? I haven't let you know how much you mean to me."

"What?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Urp..."

"I can't believe I didn't..." Rachael stopped, rolling on her back, looking at Hannah. Her face was open and uncertain. Hannah felt pinned in place. "Can I... um..." Rachael reached up with her free hand. She shuffled over on the small bed to make room, then drew Hannah down slowly. Hannah let herself be led, glancing down, then pulled her legs up on the bed as well. She was perversely glad to be lying down. Her emotions swirling so wildly, she wasn't sure if she was fainting.

Rachael rolled to face her. They were touching knee to knee, their faces inches apart. Rachael looked in Hannah's eyes with an odd, needy expression Hannah had never seen before. Without saying anything, Rachael angled her head and leaned forward, kissing Hannah gently on the lips.

Hannah had been hoping for this moment since... well, most of her adult life, but never thought it would happen. She was too queer, and Rachael was too straight, in almost every sense. She was sweet, but utterly vanilla. She'd never experimented with anything. Hannah didn't have a clue what to do. After a second, she kissed Rachael back. Gently, carefully, as if any move might be the wrong one.

Rachael pulled back, her closed eyes opening to Hannah's. "I'm so sorry I didn't love you better than I did."

"Rachael, what are you saying? I know you love me."

She smiled. "I know you wanted me." She frowned. "I was afraid."

"Um... but..."

"When I was cumming my eyes out, and you were holding me, it just got clearer." Rachael blinked and smiled.

Hannah thought she looked tired, rumpled, and sweaty. And angelic. She wanted to touch her so badly, but she was frozen in place, afraid to move. "But..." She couldn't think what to say or do. Emotional shit wasn't her strong suit.

"I'm not sure what it was, but it felt so big..."

"Did it hurt you?" Hannah asked, suddenly worried again.

"No, nothing like... it was important. Somehow. It--the feeling--was so strong. It... I could see stuff I'd missed. I could see you!" She turned her face into Hannah's hand. "It was like it broke through. How could I... I don't want to be that cold, scared girl. I need to say how much... you're so important to me." She took another breath. "Just... I love you. Thank you for being there. And I love you. Did I mention that yet?"

"Never enough." Hannah reached down with her other hand to gently brush back Rachael's long hair, her fingers sliding lightly across Rachael's face. "It was amazing. You were amazing."

Rachael twisted her head and planted a kiss on the wrist of Hannah's captive hand. Hannah's heart hurt, it was pounding so hard.

"Don't go away yet," Rachael asked, "please?" She blinked again, clearly exhausted.

"But you're falling asleep, and I don't blame you. You can sleep here."

"Just a little while. But stay, OK?"

"Uh, sure."

Rachael smiled, pulling Hannah's hand against her face again. Then she rolled away, struggled to stay on the far side of the mattress. It was only a single bed, but she was leaving room for Hannah.

Hannah was staring at her friend. What could she do? Her head was swirling so hard, she worried she might faint. She was terrified she'd fuck this up.

"Come on," Rachael said, reaching back to pat the mattress clumsily.

Hannah tried to slip in, which was surprisingly hard when she couldn't feel her body anymore.

"I don't know if I can be who you want," Rachael said quietly, "but I'm pretty sure I can do hugs and cuddling. Can we try?"

She lay there, not touching Rachael, still adrift.

"Closer, silly," Rachael said. "I mean, if you want."

Hannah shuffled closer, spooning up to the taller girl.

Rachael reached back and pulled Hannah's hand over her hip. Holding that hand, she reached back and pulled Hannah's hip closer. Rachael gave her butt a slow but obvious squeeze before letting go. Then she pushed her butt back toward Hannah, settling herself into the curve of Hannah's body.

Hannah shuffled closer, wrapping herself around the thin girl.

"Better."

Rachael, asleep within a minute, didn't see the tears gliding down Hannah's cheeks.