- Her Attractive Boobs
- Her Attractive Boobs – Part 2 Continues….
“Her Attractive Boobs” Part 2 Continues …..
I nodded. “I think so? Look, I’d just never been able to buy anything like that before! I’d have been terrified of my parents going snooping in my room and finding it-“
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Rose smiled sympathetically. “You don’t have to justify it to me.” We exchanged slightly sheepish but fond looks, and a moment passed, the tail end of our show still playing in the background.
“So, what’s going wrong with it, then?” Rose asked softly.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I mean it works, but it feels- I mean, it’s not terrible, but it doesn’t do much for me.”
I was certainly still a little flushed, but not as much as I would have been even a couple of weeks ago. This wasn’t quite my usual comfort zone. But that was something I liked about Rose. She made leaving my comfort zone feel less daunting. More like an adventure.
Then she spoke again, in a quiet matter-of-fact voice. “Do you want me to show you?”
It took a moment for me to really process the question. “Show me?” I repeated. “Like how to do it?”
“Sure, if it’d help.”
I looked at her, wondering if she was about to grin at me for falling for a joke, but her eyes were entirely serious and calm. “I…” Even for two very open friends, this was surely a bit much. This wasn’t what normal friends did, was it?
But I’d been fretting about being normal all my life, and I was sick of it. I remembered what we’d said before about judgments, and then my own words, about being kind in our assessment of ourselves. “Okay,” I nodded. “Show me.”
My heart was skipping along inside my chest, but I sat up to let Rose out, and she moved her laptop to her desk before going to her own drawer. “Do you want to go get yours too?” she suggested. “So we know they’re definitely the same.”
“Sure.” I made my way a little too quickly back through our shared bathroom and into my bedroom, grabbing the little gold toy of my own. We even kept it in the same drawer and everything.
I returned to find Rose with the blinds drawn, and with her own black model in one hand and a clear bottle with a white nozzle in the other. Sure enough, both hers and mine were identical except for colour. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll show you what I usually do, anyway.”
She made her way back to the bed and sat down, setting the black toy and the bottle beside her. I watched, feeling a hot flush around my collar but not even remotely tempted to avert my eyes, as she shimmied out of her pyjama shorts and then her panties.
I suppose Rose may have been more comfortable with undressing in front of other people by now with her sporting background, but this was surely something else entirely. “So to start with,” she said, “I like to add a little bit of lube, just because it helps create a kind of seal. It still sometimes takes a little fiddling around to get the top part to go, but it’s supposed to, like, totally cover your clitoris…”
She looked up from what she was doing. “Come on, come over so you can see.”
I had been almost spellbound where I was standing, but I moved forward and took a seat on the bed, right next to Rose, and she adjusted her position so I could see exactly what was going on.
She squirted a dash of the clear gel-like substance from the nozzled bottle onto her fingers and massaged it carefully through the folds right around her clitoris. I watched, feeling my mouth go dry. It was surreal to be watching something that ought to have been so private, and for it to be my friend. We’d been sitting watching Netflix all of ten minutes ago, and now we were here.
“Okay.” Rose was done with her prep. “And now I put it on, like this, and pretty much just hold it exactly there. Don’t move it around, just keep it there. You’ll feel it when it’s properly in place.”
She spread her lips fully, and adjusted the device until it was directly in place, just as she’d said. “And now,” she said, “I usually start on about a 2 or a 3 out of 10, power-wise- I’ve never gone above, like, 7- and I usually like this pattern here-“
I heard a faint buzz, and the toy whirred into life. Rose caught her breath. “Yeah,” she said. “Some of the other patterns are nice, but this is the one I use most of the time…”
She kept a firm grip on the main body of the toy, keeping the head with its opening right flush against her. I watched with bated breath. I had never shared anything this lewd with anyone. There was something hypnotic about it, watching the rise and fall of her chest under her pyjama top and the slight movements of her body as the toy buzzed away…
“That’s-” There was a little hitch in Rose’s voice. “That’s basically it. Just make sure it’s in place like this and let it do its thing.”
She looked up at me. Her eyes were dark, the pupils huge and inky black, and there was something different in the look that passed between us. “Do you want to try?” she asked breathily.
I felt my heart skip a beat. “On myself?” I said. “Or- or on you?”
The same long, charged look passed between us, and then almost on autopilot, I found myself reaching towards the black handle. My fingers closed round it, and Rose let her own hand slip away, nodding slowly. “You can press pretty hard,” she said. “Just don’t- don’t move it.”
I nodded in agreement. My free hand moved from the bedspread to rest on her leg, and it twitched under my touch. “Okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded hastily. “Yeah, that’s okay.”
I held the thing against her and watched. Watched the faint tension around the strip of toned midriff visible as the hem of her top rode up, and in her hands now resting on the bed. I tightened my grip on the toy, and I felt a fingertip brush one of the control buttons. A thought occurred to me.
“So you usually start on like a 3,” I found myself saying. “Then what?”
Rose was watching me now with undisguised anticipation. “I go a little higher.”
I met her eyes again, and turned the control up to 5.
Even without the increase in volume, I could have gauged the extra potency from Rose’s reaction. Her whole body jumped, and I had to react quickly to keep the device in position. “Oh my God-” She sat up straighter, the set of her shoulders suddenly taut. “Is it too much?” I asked worriedly.
“No, it’s perfect!” A flustered, beaming smile crossed her face before she caught her breath once more, and she nodded forcefully at me. “Keep going!”
I wouldn’t have dreamed of stopping. Rose was rocking against the pressure now, and little gasps were escaping her lips. “Oh!” I was mesmerised. My friend’s face was flushed, her eyes wide; it was all new to me, seeing somebody else so visibly aroused, all at once excited and wrought by unbridled, physical pleasure…
Then the tension seemed to peak, and suddenly she was shuddering; her legs pressed shut around my hand as her whole body shook with what looked like an incredible orgasm. Her own hand shot up to cover her mouth, smothering whatever sound was threatening to escape, and we looked at each other and laughed half-hysterically as she continued to shake with the force of her climax, wild and frenetic and straining under the toy that was still vibrating in my hand-
Finally she reached down, fingers scrabbling at mine, and I felt her shut the thing off. “That’s enough.” Her voice was barely even a gasp. “That…” She breathed deeply, still rocking back and forth, and gave another tremulous laugh as she looked at me. “Okay, I think you’ve got the hang of it.”