by Amanda Boone
“Kara! Are you home?” She knew I was home. I think she was just giving me a heads up so I could get decent, which was thoughtful because I wasn’t.
“Yeah, Suze. I’m in my room,” I said, throwing a baggy Mickey Mouse shirt on but deciding that this was not a pants-on occasion.
“Do you have your half of the electric bill? I posted the bill on the fridge. It’s higher than usual this month.”
“Yeah, ever since I got that Hitachi Magic Wand, I’ve been using a lot of juice. Let me pay for two-thirds. This covers it, right?”
She grabbed the wad of singles between two fingers and her thumb with a look of minor disgust. “It should. It makes it kind of difficult handing an envelope with half of the bill in check and half in singles.”
“Sorry, I’ll hit the bank first next time.”
“How was work last night?”
“Fine. It was cool.” I never knew how much detail she wanted, but something told me she was more curious than she’d admit. “Actually, it was a little exciting. You know that barista from the Hot Spot I pointed out to you? Jude?”
“The white guy? The cute one? Yeah, I know him.”
“He showed up. I don’t think he recognized me. And get this,” I adopted a conspiratorial tone, “I made him come.”
“What! You aren’t allowed to fuck the customers! Are you?” I may have noticed a little hope in the question. A glimmer in her eye.
“No! I didn’t fuck him. I just gave him a lap dance. Regular, run-of-the-mill lap dance. It’s not my fault his hard-on was in my landing zone.”
She gasped. “You naughty slut!” She was laughing, so I took no offense. Besides, compared to her virginal existence, the average high school girl probably seems like a slut.
“It was nothing. Just giving him a little special treatment. Maybe I’ll get a free latte next time. If I do, I’ll know he did recognize me.”
“You’re impossible. Are you even allowed to tell me this? Isn’t there some sort of patient-confidentiality thing for strippers?”
“Not that I know of. I guess there’s an honor system, but I trust you. And you trust me, right? You should come down some night. It would demystify a lot of the culture for you. Plus, it would be nice to see a familiar face out there.”
“Of course I trust you. I don’t know if I’m ready for all of that though. It would be weird seeing all those private parts. Especially yours.” She was blushing, barely.
“It’s totally not a big deal. You’ve got the same equipment. Oh! Speaking of which, I got you something. I was saving it for your birthday, but now just seems like a perfect time. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
She gave me a suspicious look. She was right to distrust me, as I had a great love for pranks, much to her chagrin. However careful, she relented and put her hands out, closing her eyes and flinching instinctively.
I put the box in her open palms. She opened her eyes and looked it over, taking longer than I expected.
“Do you love it? This one is my favorite!”
“I’m not really sure what it’s supposed to be.”
“Seriously, Suze? It’s a Rabbit. One of the most influential vibrators on the market!”
“Oh. Um. Cool. Is this the one Charlotte got in Sex and The City?”
I gave her an incredulous look. She was used to my one-eyebrow raise. “I don’t know. Maybe? Anyway, you’re gonna love it. You’re welcome in advance, but you have to report back to me. It will change your life, and no offense, but I think you need this.”
“Well,” she seemed conflicted. “Thanks, Kara. I really appreciate it. If I’m being honest though . . . Can I be honest?”
“Always. You know that.”
“I don’t really do that,” she said, embarrassed.
“What? Watch Sex and The City? That’s cool. Neither do I.”
She laughed, but it was forced. “No. I mean, I’ve never used something like this. I’ve never done that.”
“Even better! It will revolutionize your masturbating.”
“That’s what I mean. I don’t masturbate.”
“What? Today?”
“Ever.”
There was a stillness in the air. I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was—it explained so much—but I couldn’t hide my disbelief. She could see it all over my face.
“I mean,” she tried to explain my expression away. “I’ve tried. I guess I’ve just never felt compelled to do it. I’ve never seen the big deal. Maybe I never figured it out, or maybe I’m not built for it.”
“Bullshit. You’re a perfectly healthy young woman.” I was a little too excited at the prospect of opening this door for her. “You’re built the same as me. We just have to get you and your junk better acquainted. Take off your pants.”
“What! No!”
“Oh, come on! What are you embarrassed about? I’m surrounded by pussies and tits on a nightly basis. It’s just a day at work for me. See?” Without pausing enough for her to protest, I pulled my shirt off over my head and pulled my panties off.
“Kara! What are you doing?” She covered her eyes instinctively, but I could tell she was peaking. All about appearances, this one.
“Get over it, Suze. I’m not ashamed of anything, and I’m trying to get you there too. Take it off!” I said with a mix of playfulness teasing and genuine encouragement.
It took her what felt like hours to finally get it all off, which gave me plenty of time to take a good look at her body without making a big deal out of it. Her breasts were smaller than mine, barely a handful, and her nipples were like little milk chocolate Kisses. Cute, I thought, without saying anything, lest she stop disrobing and run to her room. I had a moment to realize just how small Susie’s frame was. She was short and thin, and looked even more so with her meek posture. When she finally pulled her panties off, pausing at her knees, I was taken by how straight her pubic hair was. She let it grow longer than I grew mine, which was a well-trimmed landing strip, and I had never seen pubic hair that wasn’t curly. I thought it was really charming.
“There. Don’t you feel better?” I asked, knowing the answer already.
“Not really. I’m getting there though.”
“Good! Let’s take a look at that pussy. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“I don’t know, Kara. I’m nervous.”
“Come on, girl. You’re the biology major. Pretend it’s an anatomy class. Here’s my cha-cha. She and I are very good friends, and it’s time you two became better acquainted.”
Susie assumed a bent-over, inspecting posture. “Hmm. Your labia minora are smaller than mine,” she said, seeming to give herself a little emotional distance by going into student mode. “I’ve been self-conscious about those for a long time. See?”
Atta girl, I thought to myself, celebrating my victory in pulling her a little out of her sexual shell. I took a look at her pussy lips. They were coffee-colored, darker than I expected based on her skin-tone, but they were smooth on slick. Was she aroused? “They’re so pretty! I love your pussy. It’s adorable. Your lips are like butterfly wings.” A smile spread modestly across her face, as the flattery set in. “And plus, mine look more like that when I’m turned on. They just go into hiding the rest of the time.”
“Can you . . .show me?” She was slow to make eye-contact, and when I turned my eyes back her pussy, it was undeniably wet with arousal. Avoiding moving faster than she was ready for, I maintained my clinical demeanor, though her pussy juices had gotten mine moving as well.
“Sure!” I enthused, thankful that black women don’t blush very obviously. I moved over to my bed and leaned back on one elbow, with the opposite hand reaching for my clit. “Come. Sit. Join in when you’re ready.”
She sat beside me, her knees together, angling herself so she could get a good look at my pussy as I rubbed myself. “Your clit is so pink!” she said, with genuine surprise. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but looking at it reminds me of thos
e chocolate-covered cherries. Chocolate on the outside, pink on the inside.”
“Definitely!” I laughed, rubbing my clit in small circles. “Check this out. It’s even pinker inside.” I spread my moistening lips for her. She didn’t say anything, only widened her eyes.
“Give your pussy some love,” I said.
“I really . . . I really don’t know what I’m doing. Can I just watch you more to see if I can figure it out?”
“Give me your hand,” I said, already grabbing for it. She didn’t resist. Her hand felt so fragile in mine. I briefly thought that she should be a violinist or pianist before placing her hand over mine as I continued to rub myself. The feeling of her fingers so close to my pussy, the thought of her feeling me, the knowledge of her arousal, all combined forces to turn me on more than I had been in recent memory. Something about her innocence, about her reluctance, and about her femininity drove me wild. I had never been with a woman, and Susie was such a picture of girliness that I could feel my pussy throbbing with the desire to take this further.
Neither of us said anything as I moved my hand away, allowing hers to continue the movements I was making against my clit. Her smaller fingers felt so delicate cradling my love-button.
There was no protest when I moved my hand to her mound, when I ran my fingers through the wispy thicket of pubic hair and down into her tight cleft. I explored her slit gently with my fingertips, making a point of teasing her butterfly-lips, pulling softly and teasingly, so she could see what an advantage they could be.
Her pussy was wet and warm, and I could feel my own womanhood growing slick and hot against her fingers, which were growing more confident, more insistent. I gave up pretending I wasn’t loving it, and I let out a long moan as she pinched my pink clit adoringly. She responded with her own gasping whimper as I pressed the pads of my first two fingers against her hole, and I turned to her, lying beside me, and sucked her Hershey nipple into my mouth.
With some hesitation but more curiosity, she slid a finger into me, and I threw my head back just as a look of surprise appeared on her face. By the feel of it, she had never had anything in her pussy, so she was impressed at how accommodating mine was. I opened my eyes to see her asking me a question with her eyes. I nodded, and she slid another finger into my pulsing hole, eliciting another groan on my part.
I could feel that her pussy was not going to welcome my fingers yet, so I pulled her fingers out of mine slowly, enjoying the tug, and slid myself down to where I could kneel between her knees on the bed. Without giving her time to say anything, and without giving myself time to overthink another first experience, I slurped her pretty lips into my eager mouth. Susie almost kicked me off with the bucking of her hips as my suction moved to her clit, which was hidden behind its hood until my tongue coaxed it out. She began to push me off, but instead threaded her fingers into my hair. I lightly flicked her pearl with the very tip of my tongue, playing with her sensitivity. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically. Her hips were grinding into the mattress as she struggled even to moan.
As I was preparing to insert my first finger, she pulled me and gestured for me to turn around. At first hesitant, I threw caution to the wind. What was there to be cautious about now? I turned to place a knee on each side of her head, my pussy hovering right within reach of her tongue.
I went back to work gobbling her juicy mound when, to my surprise, she grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. It was my turn to be shy. Now, I considered my butt to be my best feature. I was always game to make that the main event of a striptease or a lap dance, but I had never had anyone eat my asshole. As Suze’s tongue began circling it, I resisted, and even stifled a giggle because it tickled. She persisted, though, and as I relaxed and went back to work on Suze’s lady parts, I grew to really enjoy the sensation of her probing.
Panting heavily, I lamented when she moved her surprisingly talented tongue away from my asshole, but only for the moment before she moved to give me a long lick along my pussy lips. They were swollen with desire, and expressing themselves outwardly, much more as Susie’s lips were all the time. My own little butterfly trembled as she ran her tongue, swerving, along the length of my sex. She stopped at the apex each time to lap at my clit for just long enough that I was on the verge of coming into her mouth.
I slipped a finger into her vagina, now eager and wet, and she did the same with mine. She would halt her own fingering every time I kneaded her g-spot, making a “come hither” motion with one, then two fingers. It was as though I was inviting her orgasm to play with us.
It must have only been minutes of intense pussy play, but it felt like days. Our breathing slowed, then matched, and it felt as though we were unified in the climb to our simultaneous climax. We both only managed to utter “I’m . . . huh . . . cuu . . . huh . . .mmmm. . .” before we broke out in panting yelps. Our legs and hips shuddered, pleasure running like an electric current from our toes to our scalps.
We lay tangled, kissing one another’s pubic hair, and breathed. Sweat made us glisten in the light of my bedside lamp. “So yeah . . .” I finally managed to say between breaths, “you’re going to love the Rabbit.”
Chapter 3
It may have been sex-drunkenness, but somehow, I managed to convince Susie to give stripping a whirl the next night. My club had Amateur Night on Wednesdays, and under the condition that she could conceal her identity with a mask and a fake name—Miss Tai—she decided she would give her a try. I suppose I opened some Pandora’s Box by opening Susie’s. Something seemed to unlock inside her, and she was suddenly standing taller and looking people in the eye. It had only been a day, but I was hoping the confidence boost would last. She certainly gave the impression of an “empowered” woman.
That Wednesday was going to be special for our club because an A-List rapper named BoneZone was going to be in attendance with his entourage. My manager decided it would be good to have his best girls perform along with the amateurs. I would be dancing too, providing moral support to Miss Tai as she busted a move for the first time.
Fortunately, my boss kept the special guest a relative secret from the general public, per BoneZone’s request. The club was busy, but not nearly as crowded as I had expected. If there had been many more people, Suze may have chickened out. As it was, as soon as she put on her mask, she became a different person. She took her alter ego seriously. As though she’d been waiting for someone to give her permission to be a sexual being, her desire to be naked and arouse an audience couldn’t be contained.
I performed first. In commemoration of my tryst with Susie, I danced to Khia’s “My Neck, My Back.” Susie looked on from right behind the curtain, smiling and laughing as I bounced my ass and titties for the pleasure of the front row. The rap crew was in the back corner, in our seldom used VIP section, but I had no idea which one was the star. I didn’t pay him much mind anyway. I just did my thing as usual, though showing Miss Tai how it was done gave me incentive to make things a little extra raunchy. I sucked on my nipples and put my pussy just out of reach of some poor soul in front row. I dropped the full weight of my ass on another one’s lap. They certainly seemed to enjoy it, and I left with more cash than usual. There must be something to increasing the slut factor.
Susie chose “Smack My Bitch Up” by The Prodigy, and before I could say, “Good luck,” she was on the stage. She wore black cat ears and a matching mask that covered the space around her eyes. She wasn’t acrobatic, but she was enthusiastic, and that’s sometimes better. The crowd howled as she pulled off her black lace corset, revealing her perky boobs. She pinched her excited nipples with a look of fake shyness—the Asian women are so good at that one. Turning around to carry on the modesty act, she shook her little ass and the black cat tail she wore around her waist. Holding the tail in one hand, she pulled open her cheeks with the other, looking over her shoulder bashfully. The men and women of the audience ate it up as she hooked her thumbs around her g-string and pulled it off one high-heel at a time. Sh
e bent over enough to give the crowd a perfect shot of her recently virginal, tufted pussy.
When Susie’s set was over, and once the crowd’s hoots and hollers died down, she came back through the curtain, smiling radiantly. “That was awesome!” she said. “I want to go back out.”
“You were so great! And I had a feeling you’d like it. Chill backstage for a bit, or go out front to watch the other girls. I got called for a private dance, so I’ll be back in a bit.”
During Suze’s dance, my manager came back to tell me discreetly that BoneZone loved my show and that he wanted to meet me in a private room. “This could be big for you, Kara,” he had said. “This could be big for all of us. Do your stuff, young lady!” Louis, my boss, was a sweet older guy who broke the stereotype of the slimy strip-club owner. He was just a regular man, trying to make an honest buck and enjoy some T&A in the process.
I normally enjoyed private dances because I got off on making guys really squirm. This time, though, I wasn’t especially enthusiastic. Something about all of the pomp around this rapper’s arrival—his traveling 10-men deep and wearing all that ice—left me annoyed. I wasn’t convinced I would be able to fake excitement with him.
He was already sitting in the chair when I walked in the room, which was lit dimly in purple. There was a black doo-rag on his head, and he was wearing a black and silver letterman jacket. “Pussy Poppin” by Ludacris came in through the speakers. That song was usually my jam, but I made it a point to show this guy I wasn’t impressed by his fame.
“How are you doin', sweetie?” His voice was a gravelly baritone. I resisted loving the sound of it as I undid my top and placed breasts at his eye-level.
“It’s a good night. How about you?” I usually laid the pet-names on pretty thick with customers—an old sales trick—but the fact that he’d started by using one with me changed that. My big ass was on his lap.