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By the time we got up the next morning, Mom and Dad had already left for work. We got dressed (separately) and went downstairs and poured ourselves some Apple Jacks. We were both in a good mood. I didn’t bring up anything about our make-out session the night before, and neither did Emily.

But the slippery spot between my legs hadn’t magically vanished during the night. Nope. It was still there, longing for attention. I squished every time I walked and I was afraid that if I got too close to Emily that she’d be able to smell that I was in heat, in spite of my freshly laundered panties. So I refused to sit next to her on the sofa like we usually did. Instead I curled up alone in the chair in front of the TV.

Emily sat on the sofa near me and we ate our breakfast together. Emily was bored enough to crank on the TV. As she sat there channel hopping a sports show whizzed past and we heard the announcer say the magic word. Practice.

“Practice?” Emily said brightly, her head popping up to look around. “Did somebody say ‘practice’?” I broke out laughing and I was glad that I didn’t accidentally shoot milk out my nose.

“Down, girl,” I said, wiping milk from my mouth with the back of my hand. “I think you’ve had enough practice.”

Emily pretended to pout. Obviously she’d enjoyed last night as much as I had, and she wanted more. I was so happy – it wasn’t just me that longed for more kisses, more caresses. Emily wanted me just like I wanted her. But did we really want to go there? As badly as I wanted to, I somehow felt that we weren’t ready yet. Of course, it turned out that I was wrong.

Emily left the channel on ESPN, obviously hoping for someone to use the magic word again. Finally someone did, and Emily popped up and looked around again, giggling. “Practice? Practice?”

“No,” I said, using the firm tone that you’d use on a puppy dog who just chewed up your slipper. “No more practice.”

Emily pouted again, but the tone was set. For the rest of the morning she took every opportunity she could to say the word ‘practice.’ And every time she said it, her head would pop up and look around like a kitten hearing the can opener.

Emily grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV, changing the channels as rapidly as she could, pausing only long enough to hear what they were saying on each channel. “I need to see if I can find anybody else who’s practicing!”

Have you ever tried to hear a certain word on TV? It’s pretty hard, and Emily gave up trying to hear it and started making up her own to go with the shows. When she found an episode of Cirque du Soleil she said, “I’ll bet they never pass up a chance to practice!” I tried not to laugh as she looked at me disdainfully and changed the channel.

She found an episode of America’s Funniest Videos, and we saw a baby trying to eat with a spoon and missing her mouth. The poor kid had applesauce all over her face. “See?” said Emily. “If she just had more practice, her whole life would be so much better?”

“You know what?” she said. “You gave me way too much milk on these Apple Jacks. You know what I think? I think you need more practice!” Emily closed her eyes and pursed her lips out at me, begging for a kiss. I chuckled but stayed right in my chair. Emily waited with her lips at the ready. When I didn’t run over and kiss her she acted disappointed and pretended to pout. I broke out laughing. Emily joined me and we giggled ourselves breathless.

There was no question that last night’s explorations had left Emily in much the same condition they’d left me – hot and bothered and wanting more. Way more. But did she really want to go to that next step? Did I? I wished that she’d stop kidding me about practicing so that I’d have a chance to sort out my feelings.

But Emily’s enthusiasm was contagious. And I found myself watching her lips and the little gap between her front teeth. Somehow that little imperfection had become the very thing that made her perfect to me. As I watched her lips it was as if everything they did was a tease just for me. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Somehow it wasn’t enough just to be her friend any more. Even her best friend. I wanted to possess her, to somehow make her mine. To mark her with my scent by dragging my wet pussy up her legs.

Emily’s body seemed so desirable – her taut belly and delicate fingers, those lips that I loved kissing so much last night. And what about between her legs? Was she as wet as I was? Could I make her that way? What did she taste like between her legs?

Ohmigod. Where did that thought come from? I was appalled at myself for even thinking it. But I was even more appalled at how that feeling refused to go away. It morphed into full-blown brazen curiosity. What would it be like to lick Emily’s pussy? I squeezed my legs together, trying vainly to keep more juice from leaking into my sopping panties.

I had two choices – I could jump on her and start practicing, or I could try to find something else to distract her. To take my Escort bayan mind off kissing her.

I have no real excuse. I think that maybe it was just the need between my legs fogging my brain. The proximity of a real live sexy girl was way more intoxicating than anything I had ever concocted in my imagination. I swear I was just thinking of getting her a little more hot and bothered than she was. Teasing her like she had been teasing me with all her ‘practice’ jokes. That’d teach her, right?

“Come on, I’ve got something to show you.” I took Emily’s hand in mine and led her upstairs to Mom’s room. Why did touching her like that send a shiver through my whole body?

“OK.” she said. “What’s up here?”

“You’ll see.”

I pulled her into Mom and Dad’s room and into Mom’s closet. I had to kick some of the dirty clothes out of the way to make a clear spot on the floor. The machine was still where I’d left it, tucked into a corner and hiding under Mom’s nightgown. I pulled Emily down on her knees next to me. I felt like we were forming a secret club, kneeling to worship some kind of electric erotic god. Maybe that’s what we were doing.

“You have to promise not to tell,” I said.

“OK.”

“No, really, really promise.”

“OK. I really, really promise. What is it?”

I paused and pushed my hair back behind my ears, stalling and trying to decide if her promise was serious enough or not. But that was mostly for show. I was just kidding myself, because my mind was already made up.

I looked at Emily and I could see that I had her curiosity piqued. I leaned over and lifted the nightgown and tossed it away. Then, before I could change my mind, I slipped the panties off of the rubber penis shaft and tossed them too. I managed to drag my eyes away from the machine so that I could watch Emily’s reaction. Her eyes flew wide and her hand flew to her mouth, trying to subdue the giggle that escaped her lips.

“Ohmigod!” she said.

Emily’s hand reached out to cup the business end in her hand, just as I had done the day before. She watched herself slide her hand up and down the rod, her other hand still cupped over her mouth.

“Ohmigod!” she whispered into her hand.

“Ohmigod!” she said.

I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Emily at a loss for words before, and I had to laugh.

“Did you try it?” she asked.

“No!” I tried to sound chagrined, as if I’d never ever thought of such a thing. “I just found it yesterday. It’s Mom’s.”

“Duh.”

Watching Emily’s hand caress the plastic made me a little jealous. And wet. Her fingers were so long and pretty. I wanted her to stroke me and not that rubber thing. And I wanted that rubber thing in me. And I wanted Emily’s kisses. I wanted my shower and my shaving gel and my hand. I wanted to taste Emily’s pussy. I guess I just wanted everything.

Emily turned her head to look at me, a naughty grin that I’d never seen before lighting her face. I noticed that her hand never stopped stroking the shaft. It was as if she was mesmerized by the thing. When she spoke again she used a singsong voice like a six year old girl making a dare.

“Wanna try it?”

“No!” I had no trouble sounding surprised. “I didn’t bring you in here to try it. I just thought you’d like to…” Words failed me. “See it?”

“Oh come on. Let’s try it! You know you want to.”

“No!”

“C’mon. Your parents are at work and won’t get home until this evening. Besides, you know you want to. You wouldn’t have brought me in here if you didn’t. And you said we couldn’t practice kissing. Maybe we should practice something different. Let’s just turn it on and see what it does.” Emily looked at me and raised her eyebrows in a mute question.

I think we both knew that if we turned it on we’d have to try it. But maybe not – we had managed to keep our hands off each other after our practicing last night. My stunned brain was flooded with possibilities and I couldn’t say anything as a barrage of sexy images took my consciousness. Emily took this as an opening. Maybe it was.

Emily popped a quick kiss on my lips and started gathering the cords. I was befuddled. I was wet and hot and bothered. I’d set events in motion and I didn’t know where they were going to take me. And I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go there. Wherever ‘there’ was. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Wait! Even if I did agree to use it, we don’t have to do it right now, do we?”

Emily laughed. “That’s easy for you to say. It’s in your house. You’ll have lots of chances to sneak in here and try it. How often am I over here when one of your parents isn’t?”

She had me there. Before I could think of another objection Emily had the cords piled on top and the machine in her arms. She stood up and purposefully left the closet and walked out of Mom’s room, her hair bouncing as she left with her new treasure. I got up and followed her, my eyes on her denim covered bottom.

Emily set the machine on the floor of my Bayan escort bedroom in the same spot where we had been sitting and necking the night before. My usually loquacious girlfriend was silent with purpose and desire. She crawled over to plug the cord in, and I took the opportunity to look at her taut little ass again. Heaven help me, I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to peel her jeans down so that I could see her bare bottom.

Emily plugged the cord into an outlet and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the machine. I sat next to her. She ceremoniously positioned the remote control on the floor between us. She nudged it towards me.

“Turn it on.”

“I’m not gonna turn it on. You turn it on.”

“I’m not gonna turn it on. You turn it on.”

The dare hung in the air for a moment. Then the thought occurred to me. There’s nothing quite like shafting someone with their own words.

“You have to,” I said. “Remember? You never get to come over when my parents aren’t home. This might be your only chance.” I stuck my tongue out and made a face at her.

Emily chuckled, but it was clear that her mind was on the machine and not me. She put her tongue between her lips and reached out and twisted the knob. The machine growled to life, the tip of the rubber penis moving in little circles. We both broke out giggling. It was so unrealistic – surely a real boy’s thing didn’t look this silly. And yet at the same time my pussy longed for that pale stiff shaft. Suddenly the quivering cums I had been giving myself for years seemed inadequate. My fingers weren’t as long as the Symbian penis, and suddenly I wanted something bigger than my fingers – something that filled me completely full. I wanted a machine that would never tire, unlike my wrist which sometimes failed me before I wanted it to. I knew right then that someday I was going to have to try Mom’s machine.

Emily put her fingers on the shaft, holding it loosely as it wiggled in her hand.

“Gosh,” she said. “Can you even imagine what that would feel like?”

I shook my head. I suddenly realized that I was breathing very deeply, my imagination sparked by thoughts of what pleasures might await with that huge thing stuck deep inside me. I could picture Emily sitting astride it, her legs spread and her pink pussy being invaded by the rubber penis. A shiver of delight ran through me.

“Try the other knob,” I said.

Emily twisted the second knob. At first it seemed like nothing happened, but the farther she twisted the knob the louder the machine got. We could see that the penis not only twirled, it also vibrated. The wiggling phallus looked about as realistic as Michael Jackson. It seemed awfully loud, and I wondered how my mom had ever managed to use it without me hearing. Maybe it was quieter when it was, you know, inside?

We were both mesmerized. Emily had a glazed look of lust in her eye as she stared at the machine. We didn’t need any words between us, because we both knew that there was no escape. The gently humming machine with the plastic penis had used our longings for each other to snare us like rabbits in a trap. We were going to let the Symbian have its way with us. “You first,” I said.

“No way!” she said. “You first. I might break it!”

We both laughed at this absurdity.

“C’mon,” she said. “It’s your mom’s. If anyone should go first it’s you.”

“Oh no, this was your idea. Besides, I can sneak in here and use it whenever I want, and you only get to when no one’s around, remember?”

Emily admitted defeat and pushed her hair back behind her ears. She looked both nervous and lusty, and I was amazed at how much I wanted to kiss her. “OK, but we’re partners, right? After I’ve tried it you have to. Whether I like it or not.”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“OK,” I said. “Take your pants off.”

“No way! You take yours off first. If I have to do it first, you have to get undressed first.”

“Same time?” I said hopefully.

Emily laughed. “OK.”

We both stood up and took a step away from Mom’s Symbian. I couldn’t imagine how I ever got to this place – stripping in front of my best friend so that we could take turns masturbating with a machine. Ohmigod. What were we doing? But my reservations were insignificant beside my new longings. It was all so foreign, and at the same time I was with Emily and so it was all right. Besides – I just wanted to.

We were both too embarrassed to look at each other while we got undressed. I watched my fingers unbutton my jeans as if I never could have managed without looking. As I listened to Emily peel down her jeans a shiver of desire unlike any I’d ever felt before shuddered through me. This was way different than getting ready for gym class or changing into our swimming suits at the pool. It was even more exciting than undressing so that I could do myself. This was getting undressed for sex with somebody else. Together. So that we could take turns impaling ourselves on Mom’s giant vibrating Escort thingy.

It was as if every nerve ending in my body had suddenly become fine-tuned. I could feel every thread in the denim as it slid down my legs, every strand of cotton fiber in my panties as they tried to cling to my wet pussy. A curious need infused my whole body. Sex used to mean imagining a lover and playing with myself until I came. Suddenly it was very different. Now there was a longing to hold Emily, to fill her needs. To taste her. To touch her. To rub myself on her. To gaze in her eyes and kiss her sweet lips. It was more personal and more exciting than anything I’d ever done. I tried to concentrate – first things first, you know? We were just going to use the machine, right?

Emily looked into my eyes. “I need some practice first,” she said.

I nodded. There was no real point in avoiding her kisses any longer, was there? We stepped together, wrapping our arms around each other as if we’d been doing it forever. Even though only our legs were bare it seemed as if I’d never actually been naked before. Our legs touched and I could feel her nipples pressing through the thin material of our t-shirts. My hands seemed to drop naturally to her bare ass. I held her cheeks in my hand and tried to fight the involuntary thrusting of my pussy.

As our lips touched it was just like before – I forgot all about where I was and what I was doing. The low thrumming of the machine faded away and took the whole world with it. Her lips were needy and soft and wet. My t-shirt suddenly felt rough and irritable, and I wanted to rip it off so that I could rub my nipples against hers.

It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to slip my hand between her legs. Obligingly she spread them a little bit for me. For the first time in my life I touched a pussy that wasn’t my own. I wasn’t at all surprised that Emily was as slippery as I was. I fondled her wet lips, trying to spread her moisture and somehow absorb her personal nectar through my fingertips. I stroked her just the way I stroked myself, fondling and teasing her swollen lips towards a good cum. Emily thrust her tongue deep into my mouth as I touched her.

It felt so good. So natural. But where did these longings come from? The machine? Emily? Some desire for a woman’s touch that I just never knew I had? It didn’t matter. One way or another I was going to try to slake the thirst between my legs by slaking the thirst between Emily’s.

We were both hot and breathless when we leaned away from each other, and there was no doubt that if the machine hadn’t been humming and waiting patiently for a wet pussy that we wouldn’t have stopped.

“Ready?” I said. Emily nodded, a whisper of a nervous smile on her face.

Holding hands we stepped back by the machine. Emily pushed her hair back as she put one bare foot on each side of the machine. Her legs were so lovely, and I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy for the machine that was going to sample her pussy before I did.

I let go of Emily’s hand and sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the machine. I ceremoniously took the control box in my hands and turned both knobs off. I figured that she didn’t really want to try to hit a moving target with her pussy. “Ready for liftoff,” I said.

Emily bit her lip, pushed her hair back behind her ears and straddled the machine, sitting on the curvy vinyl right behind the penis. I had this sudden silly urge to tuck my head between her legs so that she would be lowering herself onto my mouth.

“Wait a minute!” I said. I put down the control box and got to my feet. Emily watched me as I ran to the bathroom and fetched my can of shaving gel. I wiggled the can so Emily could see as I walked back into my room. “Seeee?”

I took my spot on the floor in front of the machine. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right,” I said. Emily watched as I shook the can and squirted a blob of the slippery gel into my hand. I wrapped my palm around the rubber shaft and smeared the goo all over it. In a moment the thing was just as slippery as I was. It even smelled pretty.

“There you go,” I said. I picked up the remote control and said, “Ready for liftoff, part two.” Emily got up on her knees, positioning her slit over the vibrating penis. She put her hand between her legs and smeared her wetness around.

I was captivated by the sight of her fingers on her pussy. After all, it was the first one that I’d ever seen this close. Her lips were swollen and shiny with their own liquids. I could clearly see her wet inner lips, puffy and pink and begging to have something shoved in between them. Her fingers danced and slid around her slit just the way I liked to do myself. I swear it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I saw my hand reaching for her slit. Without my permission, even. “Here,” I said. My voice was a strangled croak. “Let me help.” Emily gasped as my fingers touched her clit, and I could actually see her legs tremble as I gently massaged her nubbin. Emily allowed my caress for a few seconds, but apparently her legs wouldn’t hold her up any more. She braced herself with her hand on top of the machine and slowly lowered herself onto the shaft.

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