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Subject: A Partner in Crime – Point of View Lin This story is a work of fiction. I’ve used some of my memories, but the plot, characters, and situations are all made up. Any resemblance to real people is coincidence. WARNING – This story depicts sexual acts between two consenting adults. If you’re not allowed to read it, don’t! A Partner in Crime – point of view Lin By Keni I was over at my friend Connie’s drinking and just hanging out. It was the weekend, and Monday was a holiday. I don’t know how it started really. We were watching Sleepless in Seattle on DVD, and we started talking about true love. Then Connie started teasing me. You see I was a virgin. There aren’t a lot of girls like me, but there’s a few. Connie said I was missing out on so much. I said how can you miss what you never had? When I told her I don’t even masturbate she called me a liar. But truly, until recently, I had never masturbated, or even had an orgasm for that matter. The next thing I know we’re sitting there on the couch and she has this white thing, and she’s waving it around, drunkenly talking about how great it is. It was her vibrator! I’d heard of them, I’m not stupid, I just never went looking for those kind of things. Now, I know where it goes, and what it’s supposed to do when it goes there, it was nothing new, well nothing new intellectually. Maybe it was the wine, maybe the movie, but I felt… I don’t know, I felt good; a little rebellious. I said, “Why don’t you show me how it works?” I mean, I’d never seen one in real life. I wondered what it would feel like (how much it would vibrate and stuff. sheesh, I didn’t mean it like that!). When she turned it on, it was louder than I thought it would be. And I touched it with my finger, it didn’t really vibrate so much as buzz. I somehow thought it would wiggle back and forth more. I was curiously pushing the tip around with my finger when I realized where this thing was supposed to go, and that it probably had gone there on Connie. I knew I was blushing as I quickly pulled my finger away. “It’s okay,” she said with a grin, “it’s been washed since I last used it. And you don’t always use it ‘there’. Sometimes you can just use it to massage regular parts.” I didn’t know it then, but this was where I lost the battle. “Really?” I asked, “like where?” I was a bit cynical, you could only hold it one way, and it didn’t look like it could ‘massage’ much else. “It feels good on your neck,” she said, “some of them even come with different attachments, and people use it just for their neck and back, without ever using it on… other things.” She started to massage her neck, but it didn’t work too well; her shirt collar was in the way. So she handed the vibrator to me, and took her shirt off. It was no big thing, we’d seen each other naked before, and in underwear or bathing suits. Really, there was nothing going on. Well, maybe a little, I mean with the wine and… Anyways, her shirt comes off, and I’m still holding the thing. so I figure I’ll be a friend and massage her neck for a bit. So we’re chatting about this and that, all the while I’ve got this thing pressed against her neck. And I’m slowly moving it around. It was kind of surreal, we talked about normal things, as if it was a regular back massager in my hand. Perfectly normal, everything’s fine. After a while we were silent; she was just enjoying the massage. It was kind of fun really. She would respond to where I’d press it against her, not by talking, but by leaning into it, or away from it. We sat like that enjoying ourselves for a bit. Then she said it was my turn. I don’t know, I was kind of wary, but she goaded me into it. I mean it was just my shirt, no biggie right? So I took my shirt off. My hair was short so I didn’t have to hold it out of the way like she did. And she didn’t stay on just my neck. I didn’t really see how it could be used comfortably on someone’s back, but she knew what to do. She was massaging it around my back and along my ribs, as well as my neck. It was rubbing uncomfortably over bra, making it hard to relax. So I took it off. No biggie. I felt kind of free. I could fully relax now, it was nice. What happened next was a surprise. She was massaging my neck and back, and it felt pretty good. Then, she slid it slowly under my arm, along my ribs, and the edge of it caressed my breast. I don’t have large breasts, just little B cup things. So I don’t know if it was an accident bursa evi olan escort or not. ‘It’ grazed me, and I was pulled back to reality, I knew what this thing was for, and I don’t do that, at least, at the time I didn’t. When I jerked away, I don’t know if she did it on accident or on purpose, or if I caused it. But I pulled away and her withdrawing arm got caught just a little under my arm, then I turned, and the tip of the thing pushed right into my nipple. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it didn’t feel bad either. “I think my turn’s over for now,” I said, “it’s all yours.” I think my voice was a little husky when I said it. Okay, maybe it felt good, so what. she looks at me, right in the eye, and says, “I didn’t do it on purpose, Lin, I’m sorry, we just got kind of tangled.” I believed her, and I still do. “That’s okay,” I said, “I was hogging it anyway.” she gave me a wary look and said, “I do that sometimes, when I, you know. use ‘it’. Except I use my hand.” I was confused for a bit, as she quietly explained. Then I understood what she meant. She wanted to use ‘it’ on herself, I mean the other way you use it, not the way we had been, but the real way. I was a little drunk, a little sleepy, and, well, I never thought I’d say it, but a bit horny too. Also, I kind of secretly wanted to see it at work. “Um, go ahead, if you want,” I told her, “it’s okay.” I was curious, and as I said before, horny. She kind of blushed, and that’s hard to do when you’re tan. She said, “Okay, I’m just going to, um, do it over my shorts. Not put it in or anything.” I was kind of disappointed, but kind of relieved. Then she surprised me, I mean I knew she was going to do it, but it was still a surprise. She reached up with her hand and cupped her breast. Over her bra, but still. As I watched her slowly circling hand, I thought about the recent brush with my own nipple. Her breasts were a bit larger than mine, but not much, we often shared the same clothes, if they were cut right. That could be my hand… or my breast! I quickly looked away. Then, down at her lap. She slowly moved ‘it’ across her leg. Neither of us was talking now. Then ‘it’ moved down some more, and her legs spread open. Oh my god, she was going to do it. I looked at her face, but her eyes were closed, and her head was leaned back a bit. She had a slight smile, and then she let out a deep shivering breath through her nose. I watched, mesmerized, I don’t know how long, her left hand caressing her breast, and that thing pressed between her legs. Eventually, she started to move her hips. Not a lot, just a small rocking motion. And every now and then a short sub-vocal moan would accompany an exhale through her nose. And then she was holding her breath. and then, she let it all go. Ohhhh..mmmhhmmm… she sat for a bit, not saying anything at all, her eyes still closed. The thing was loosely gripped in her right hand, kind of rubbing on her leg. Finally, a bit drunkenly, she said, “It feels so good. Are you sure you don’t want to try it?” It looked like it felt good, real good. And it wasn’t like I had to take off my clothes, or put it in me or anything, you know, just try it, just for a little bit. If I didn’t like it she would stop right away. “Um, well, uh, okay, but just over my shorts for a bit. And maybe not all the way, like you did, I mean, you’ll stop if I ask you to, right?” I said in an embarrassed rush. She scooched closer to me on the couch and said, “Relax, I’ll start on your legs, so you can get used to the feel.” I was sitting on the couch, facing forward. She was sideways to me, sitting on one leg the other dangling onto the floor. As I leaned back I felt her gaze drawn to my chest. I became aware that I had no bra on, my nipples were, well, excited. So I just closed my eyes and waited. Then it touched my leg, I’d never experienced instinct before, but I did then. My legs spread a bit, without even thinking. Slowly she caressed me with it. Soon it was on my inner thigh. Ohh, it felt so good. Again, I spread a bit further, and she obliged by slipping in towards my, well, you know. When it touched me ‘there’, there was no preparation, it was just there. Touching my leg all night wouldn’t have prepared me for it. It was just so, there. so, here I am, you will enjoy me no matter what. I had no where to run, and really, I didn’t want to run. It felt good, REAL good. I actually let out a moan, it was quiet, but it was definitely altıparmak escort a moan. Connie was slowly caressing me with it, mmmmm, it felt so-oh guh-ood. I wanted more. Instinct again, I pressed myself into ‘it’. It wasn’t enough. I grabbed Connie’s wrist to push the thing harder against me. But that still wasn’t right. “Wait a sec.” I said. I stood up and took my shorts off, I started to remove my panties too, but Connie stopped me. “No,” she said, “you better leave your undies on, or you might, um, put it, uh, be tempted to…” I stood there with my shorts around my ankles. ‘Oh my god’ I thought, ‘what am I doing?’ I know that if Connie hadn’t stopped me, I definitely wouldn’t have stopped myself. I sat down again, a little more in control of myself, so I thought. “Do it just a little bit more.” I pleaded, “just for a bit.” As I sat next to her on the couch, our bodies so close, I could see her nipples through the thin white cotton of her bra. I blushed again and closed my eyes. When Connie started once more on my leg, I pulled it to my crotch. Oh it was wonderful, I was almost paralyzed. I don’t know how long I sat enjoying it, but I soon realized I was stroking my breasts, one hand for each, how convenient. I had never masturbated before, but I knew after a bit what felt good, and what I liked. Soon I was moving my hips, gently like I saw Connie earlier. I tried to stop, because I thought I must look kind of silly. But with that thing between my legs I couldn’t help it. And the more I tried to stop, the harder I rocked. Soon I was giggling at how silly I must look. But at the same time, a new feeling was building. This new feeling was electric. Each thrust sent a spark of joy through me. Oh no, I thought, remembering Connie earlier, she was like this right before, before her, before she had… And then it stopped. Connie had pulled it away from me. “Wait!” I whispered hoarsely, “Please.” I begged. The electricity building inside me was still there, but when the thing was pulled away it lost focus. I felt like I needed action, movement, but I didn’t know what. I was ready to pounce, ready to explode, but kept from it. I now knew what they meant by frustrated! “Just let me, let me have…” I didn’t say it, but she knew what I meant. “Just do it through my panties.” She was so close, our legs were touching, I was sitting on the couch, my legs spread. She had pulled her other leg up and was sitting beside me on her knees. I took her wrist, and slowly pulled it towards me. She hesitantly let me guide her arm down between my legs. “I don’t know Lin, are you sure?” she asked. I didn’t answer, and she continued to caress me with it. Soon my hips were slowly rocking again, in time with each stroke. The electricity was back at maximum strength. Something snapped inside me. “Put it in me” I said. I knew if it felt this good on the outside, it must feel great if you used it for real. I wanted it in me. I realized what I was saying, and at the same time I didn’t care. “Lin, no Lin, stop,” said Connie, but I didn’t listen. She didn’t know what to do. I grabbed her hand again, this time I pulled it up for just a bit, opened my waistband and slid the thing in against me. My flesh was buzzing; I was light headed. There was nothing between me and ‘it’. Her hand was under mine. holding the thing. her fingers were pressed against me. They were right on my, you know. I leaned back and to the side; bringing Connie closer. “Lin,” said Connie, “I really think you should stop. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” The tip of the thing was down against my opening. Maddeningly slipping just a bit in and out. I had it at the wrong angle, and with Connie’s hand trapped in my panties I couldn’t quite get it in me. I was pushing it, trying to angle it correctly, and Connie was trying to pull it away, pull it out of me. “Lin stop.” she said. “Connie,Pleaseputitinme, Pleeeeaaassee, Con..Connie, …put it in mmOhhh…” It was slippery as it rubbed up and down against me, my hips rocking furiously. Then, I was quiet as I arched my back (I know, you always hear about arching backs, but I really did.) Yup, I had an orgasm. And let me tell you it was great. I thought that would be the end. It’s the end in the movies. It’s the end in the stories you hear; but it wasn’t the end for me. I was laying back on the couch now. I looked up into Connie’s eyes, she was hovering over me, one of her legs on either side of my waist. My panties pulled open, our crotches inches from each other. Concern clear on her face. “It’s okay,” I said, “let me, let me, um…” even then I couldn’t say it. I moved my left hand into my crowded panties and took the thing from her. My other hand turned her wrist, forcing her to lean over me more. Her hair fell, flowing forward over her shoulders, tickling my breasts, and that thing swiveled into me. Just the tip, but I knew it would soon go all the way in. Slowly I slid it into me, buzzing the whole time. I expected pain, kind of, or resistance or something, but there was nothing like that. it was a bit tight, but it moved in smooth. And there was no pain. Just pleasure, pure pleasure. In and out it went. I liked it near the top, quick in, and kind of slow out. Connie’s body was moving above me. I don’t think she was turned on or anything, but because I had her hand, and she had to move when I did. I don’t know, maybe she was turned on. I felt it again, the electricity building inside me, my hips were thrusting (I didn’t try to stop them this time). I found if I kind of, I don’t know, squeezed the thing then the buzz would radiate through my whole body; especially between my legs. “Connie, mmmmm,” I said, “Connie…, ga-uhah…” and then I did it again. I don’t need to say how good it felt. But it was definitely better than the first one. Afterwards, I realized what happened. How we were positioned. Both of my hands were in my panties, and one of Connie’s was too. I had her by the wrist. When I had taken the thing in my other hand, she had let go of it. But I was using her fingers to touch my, um, myself. And her fingers were still on me, now, after I returned to reality. Her left arm was above my head, on the couch, holding her weight off of me. Her right arm descended across my chest, and into my panties, it had given me the perfect thing to rub my nipple on while I, well, while I did what I did. Her hair teasing and tickling my other breast. With her legs on either side of me, that put our crotches right next to each other. And I now recalled the weight of her, pressing herself into the back of our tangled hands. Her bra covered breasts using our entwined arms the same as mine did. Normally the story stops after the, um, the you know, after the people are finished. But there’s more. There’s after. You know the sometimes embarrassing stuff. We disentangled ourselves, and I turned the thing off. We were still both a bit drunk, and Connie says, “I’m sorry.” And I could tell she meant it. Her voice was shaky, she was almost crying, well not quite, but she was close. “I didn’t mean to, to take, um, to do that. I just wanted to tease you a bit. Really, I just meant to tease you.” “It’s okay,” I said. Strange, I was trying to console her. And I still had the thing inside of me. One of my hands was in my panties, holding the base of it. Absentmindedly, I was still stroking it around in me. I blushed and looked at the floor when I realized what I was doing. I pulled ‘it’ out of me. If I didn’t, I think I might have turned it on again and, well, you know… I really didn’t feel hurt, or wounded. Aside from some residual horniness, I was fine. A bit drunk, a bit sleepy, but otherwise fine. “That’s okay,” I said, “it’s kind of weird, but not so bad. Not how I imagined it, but not so bad.” I thought it would be magical, or special somehow; my first time. I guess it was. “It’s alright Connie, really,” I said, “I’m fine.” I had to giggle as I looked at us. She was sitting there shirtless. Her white bra on display. Clearly a damp patch on the crotch of her khaki shorts (I half wondered if it was mostly her or I who made it). I was practically naked. My underwear was rumpled and, er, wet, and there was definitely an aroma in the air. I kind of chuckled again, I really didn’t expect it to happen like this! I thought there’d be a husband, true love, marital bliss and all that. Not a sex toy, alcohol, and my best friend. My eyes glanced at the thing, it was on the coffee table, where I had set it down. I sort of wanted to do it again, right then. I don’t know what I expected, but as I thought back over what happened I kind of smiled. We both sat there, each quietly thinking. I remembered the way it felt against me, inside of me, and how I couldn’t stop rocking my hips. I think I giggled, because Connie asked, “What’s so funny?” “I thought it was supposed to hurt or something,” I said with a smile, “well that didn’t hurt at all. You were right. I was missing out. Heck, I’ll probably do it again soon” (and you know, I did, and I do). “So,” She said, my humor easing her concern, “now that I have a partner in crime. We’ll have to get you one of these.”

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