Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sunday, Week 2 She was standing next to me at the sex shop, caught me checking out the dildos in the case, asked which one I was looking at. Her name's Connie except it's spelled K-A-N-I, cool shirt she's got, bright white silk, you can almost see through it, and black stretch pants. She's pretty, exotic-pretty, crystal blue eyes and short white hair. Not blond, I mean white. The one with the bird on it, I point and she twists her mouth and nods a little, it's not bad, she says, but she's got a better one, and do I want to see it? I'm pretty wasted, but that's not the only reason I say yes and we go, she's got a Porsche with leather seats, her car smells like leather and perfume, and she smokes Camels. She's got little ears, little tits, or maybe the shirt is too loose. Nice hips. And her house is an apartment in a tower downtown, nice fucking place. I'm still way buzzed, Kani pours me a drink and I'm not quite drunk enough to say no, so I take it and it's good, something with tequila. When we go in her room she brushes against me, all warm and damn she smells good. In her closet there's a shelf, and there's probably thirty of them, plastic, rubber, metal, even a wood one. Shit, I say, where'd she get all these, and she laughs, Japan, New York, all over. You just gotta look, she says. And she takes one out, a beige soft plastic one, shaped like a guy. His arms are along his sides, holding his prick, it sticks out and curves up from the base. She turns it on, and his dick is a blur, buzzing like a fuckin mosquito. Legs are the handle, she says, you do your clit with his dick. Then I'm holding it, and she says have fun and she's gone. "Go ahead," she calls from the next room, her bed is satin black sheets and big pillows, and I don't care anymore so I lay down, taking my jeans off. What the fuck, right? The guy dildo's dick is still buzzing, I fiddle with myself to get wet, find the KY on the table by the bed, and I've got his head in me, I can feel the buzz from here. Christ, the shoulders are wide, just push and in they go, and then that wild little rubber cock whipping on my clit and I just fuck myself like mad, breathing heavier, shit I gotta get my shirt off but I don't want to stop. It doesn't take long with that thing, zip and I come, but it's still great, keep going, chick. I can't leave it on my clit, but after a minute it's back there and I'm shoving him in with one hand and twisting the pillowcase with the other, eyes clamped shut and hanging on the edge, Jesus, just get it over with, she's right this thing is incredible and smash I come like a hammer, bang bang bang three times fast. Shit, like a damn geyser, cum all over her satin sheets. My clothes are gone. Kani came in here and took my clothes and saw me doing it. I'm pissed for a second and embarrassed, and then a little thrill, she is really cute, and besides, she left me a white silk robe and a towel, and the bathroom door is open. Nice, hot shower, finish the tequila drink, and I need my jacket cause I need a smoke something fierce. Kani sits laid back on a deep black leather couch, shirt unbuttoned, one leg up on the coffee table and her hand on her pussy. Her eyes are sparkling sapphire in the dim light, three of her fingers moving in small circles on the stretch cloth, a porn on the huge TV across the room. There's another drink on the coffee table by her foot, so I pick it up and it tastes even better than the last one. Hi, she says, and smiles, still staring at the TV. I can't think of anything to say so I look too, and it's me on the fucking TV. I just stare, close my mouth when I notice it's open. Me, in her room, shoving a little beige man up myself, eyes closed, mouth open, there's no sound but there's a little red MUTE in the corner. This is too weird. "You taped me?" I manage to say, and she laughs a little. "I hope you don't mind. Gets me off." I can feel the blood in my face, too drunk to be sure how to feel about it all, the whole night like a weird dream or something. On TV I'm squirting all over the bed, teeth clenched, lips open. Sorry about the sheets I tell her, and she pets my thigh. That's what they're for, she whispers, squeezes my leg. She's a fuckin lesbian. Holy shit. I'm all turned on, watching myself grind off on TV, some chick's hand on my leg, I'm a lesbian too? I get up and get a cigarette out of my jacket. "I hope you're not mad at me," she says, all quiet. Like she's really afraid I am. I don't turn around right away, stand there and take a long drag, try to sort it out past the tequila fog, can't do it, don't care. I'm not mad, I hear myself say, I'm confused. The leather squeaks and the picture flicks bright blue, then it's Bob Costas looking at me. Little red MUTE in the corner. Kani saying it looked like it was a lot of fun, real quiet, kinda sad. "Play it again," I say, sit next to her on the couch. The robe is too short, my legs stick to the leather, so I cross them. She hits rewind and lights a cigarette. No sound in the room, just the whine of the VCR, and I notice there's a unicorn on the TV. Looks like it's made of gold. Kani sniffs, real quiet, loud thunk when the tape stops. She presses play. Blue, then the soft light in her room, me on the edge of the bed, getting into it. It's weird as fuck, watching myself fuck the little man with the vibrating dick, the camera must be in the ceiling. I'm getting wet again, the whole thing way too odd. I can feel her being sad, I'm all wasted and fucked up in the head, but I take her hand and put it back on my leg. She rubs it really light, slow, like no guy would. On TV I'm grabbing the pillow with my free hand, arching my back, feet hooked over the edge of the bed. She twists a little and her other hand pulls the bow tie on the robe open. I want her to keep going, can't believe it, but I do. Her hands are warm, small, delicate. I breathe heavier and she opens the robe, touching my tits light as a feather. Close my eyes, lay my head back, I feel her kiss my collarbone. So light, so gentle, her hair smells really good, like strawberries or something. She kisses my tit, licks my nipple, and I am getting seriously geared, her hand on my stomach, moving down slow, pulling at my pussy hairs. I grab her head and press it towards me, she sucks hard on my nipple, flicking her tongue across it inside her mouth, I'm all bothered like I never have been, and then she slips her fingers into me. Slow, elegant strokes across my cunt lips, fingers slipping in and out, rubbing in small circles over my clit, god oh god I'm gonna come... I quiver all over, she kisses my cheek, how the fuck? That was so fast, so easy. Felt great, just a little one, soft orgasm. I'm ready for more, though, so I put my arms around her neck and see what it's like to kiss a girl. Her mouth is cool, and smooth, so different from a guy. Better than a guy - she's not trying to inhale me, just kisses back, soft, really soft. She slips her arms around my waist, slides them up to my shoulders, pulls back. I have to move my arms back to take the robe off, she takes off her shirt, too. Then she kisses me a little harder, hugs me tight against her and there's something small and really hard against my tit. I push her away and look down, her tits are so small, like a guy's chest almost, but she's got nipples the size of the tip of my pinky. The left one's a little bigger than the right, it's got a gold ring in it. A big diamond like my sister's engagement ring is hanging from it, sparkling in the blue light from the TV. She grabs the diamond between her fingers, sorry she says, starts to unclip it. "Don't," I say, taking her hand. "It looks cool." She smiles real big, licks her lips. "You should get one," she says, pinching my nipple lightly between the middle fingers, pressing my tit against my ribs. "It hurts." I ask her how long, she laughs, just a little while she says. Kiss it and make it better, she promises me, and I say I'll get one, don't know if I mean it. Then she's kissing my tit anyway, sucking on the nipple like she is trying to make it better, pushing me back on the couch. I lay down, one foot on the floor, other leg over the back of the couch, sticky leather under my back, and she goes down on me. Jesus fucking H. Christ on a goddamn pogo stick in a rolling donut is she good at this, I'm just amazed, she doesn't make me come, just keeps me right there, on the edge, always about to explode but never do, just jerking in little spasms, whining and moaning and all that shit, but I'm not even trying to, I'm just doing it. And she brings me back down really slow, still doesn't let me come, so I reach down to jack myself off cause I wanna come in a bad way but she grabs my hand. "Not yet," she says, all amused, "You need a drink first." "Fuck if I do," I say, but I let her stop me, sit back up, all sore from keeping my back muscles tight for so long. I lean on the couch back and close my eyes, tequila swimming in my head, the room spins so I open my eyes. Fuck me, I can't deal with all this right now, but Kani's back with a tray, two glasses of tequila on it, a little bowl of salt and some lime wedges. I don't think I can drink anymore, tell her so, and she says I don't have to if I don't want to. She dips her finger in a glass and rubs the liquor on her right nipple. Takes the dish of salt, bends over and dips her tit in it, comes back up with a white salty nipple. Then she holds the glass out to me. "Sure you don't want to?" she says, grin like a demon on her red, pretty lips. Maybe just one, I say, try to grin the same way, probably look stupid. I take the glass, try not to spill it when I lean forward, can't believe I'm doing this put my mouth on a chick's tit. Her nipple gets bigger, gets hard as a little marble when I suck the salt off, I take a little drink of tequila, and she's got a lime in her mouth, sticking out a little bit. I bite it, touching her lips with mine, squeezing sour juice out with my tongue. Fun way to drink, I'm thinking, just wish I wasn't so fucked up to begin with. She's putting tequila on my nipple, I almost fall off the couch getting salt on it, drop the little dish of salt. "Shit, Kani, I'm sorry," I slur, feeling like a dipshit cause I'm sloppy drunk and I don't want to be. "That's OK, really," she says, pulling me back up, sucking the salt off my tit, downs a whole glass. I forgot to put the lime in my mouth, she's gotta do it for me, she chews it a bit, pulls it from my mouth and spits it away, kisses me so well, soft and fierce at the same time. I'm way to drunk, way too tired, and I wish like mad I wasn't.