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Part 1 - Chapter Three
Maria
All By Myself


Maria held out her cup for fresh coffee.  As soon as Darlene
filled it, she took a sip and started her story.

"After I was dropped off at home, I made plans, you know?  I
wanted to be on my own, so I needed a job.  But I wanted to go to
college, too.  Well, I'm the oldest.  I have nine younger
brothers and sisters," she said, looking at Jennifer.  "My mom
and dad can't afford to pay to send me to college.  I don't know
how they manage to always have enough food for everybody but they
do.  They both work really hard."

"Well, I went looking for jobs.  Know what kind of a job you can
get when you're nineteen and a high school graduate?  Unless you
know somebody, not much.  You can flip burgers or something, but
you have to be over 21 and have experience and education for most
good jobs.  I thought about joining the Army, but that wasn't me,
you know?  I took a job at Roy Rogers and worked hard like I was
taught.  You know, do the best job you can.  I get paid OK but it
isn't enough for me to live on with my own place and stuff.  I
wanted to get out of my house, for me, for my sisters so they'd
have more room, all that.  Anyway, I was at the college, you
know, in Annandale, and I saw a card on the bulletin board about
this girl looking for a roommate.  Well, I called and she needed
somebody to move in right away, so I did."

"We are _totally_ incompatible," Maria laughed.  "But we get
along great.  Brenda's this upper crust kid who just wanted to
get away from her parents.  They're rich and would have put her
through college, even a private one, but she ran off.  The police
came to check on her because her parents reported her missing. 
They told her parents that she's an adult and they can't tell her
what to do any more."

"So I moved in and pay half the rent.  Brenda doesn't cook.  She
never learned how.  Anyway, we talk when we get together.  I work
breakfast at Roy's so I have to be at work at five-thirty in the
morning.  She works at Bath and Beauty in the mall from two until
closing at nine.  Then she has to close the register and stuff so
she gets home about ten.  We don't see a lot of each other except
when we wake each other up, which is pretty often but sometimes
we get the same day off and then we talk a lot.  I talked her
into going to GWU when they open back up after President's Day
next year.  She'll go bonkers."

"What about you?" Darlene interrupted.

"Well, that's the best part," Maria giggled.  "I had lots of time
to think because I can't afford to go out and stuff, so I stay
home and I read a lot.  Anyway, this little voice inside me kept
telling me, 'Maria, do this,' and 'Maria, do that.'  I call that
little voice my mental mistress and I'd say, 'Yes, Mental
Mistress.'  If I said no, then I had to be punished but sometimes
the punishment wasn't as bad as what Mental Mistress told me to
do."  Maria smiled, took a deep breath, and let it out in a long
sigh.  "I'm into self-bondage."

"Sounds interesting," Darlene chuckled, a little surprised but
not shocked.

"Oh, yes," Maria laughed.  "At first I'd just handcuff myself
while I was in the apartment.  Mental Mistress would tell me when
I could turn myself loose, but she kept making it harder.  I got
scared and let myself loose too early.  As punishment, I had to
go jogging with no bra.  When I wouldn't do it again, she made me
cut off the bottom of my tank top and go jogging again.  You
should have seen the looks I got."  She looked at her friends. 
"I must sound totally nuts."

"Sounds insane to me," Dwayne teased, grinning back at her.

"Pretty much," Maria smiled back.  "Did Dar' tell you about me? 
My Catholic guilt thing?  Well, I had nobody telling me what to
do and I need that to get off so I went a little insane, OK?  A
little voice inside my head took over my life.  The third day,
Mental Mistress ordered me to put in my butt plug and go jogging
after I cut off another inch of the tank top.  You could almost
see the bottom of my boobs."

"Just the bottom wouldn't be nearly enough for me," Dwayne said. 

Then Jennifer laughed, reminding him that his daughter was there.

"I told you how visual men are," Maria laughed with the younger
teenager.

"Donnie's _not_ a man," Jennifer grumbled.

"He is male.  It's natural for him to want to peek at cute
boobies.  Just make him pay."  Maria and Jennifer grinned.

"I think I missed something," Dwayne said.

"You sure did," Maria laughed.  "Donald's almost twelve and he's
growing up.  I bet he pumps his pecker a dozen times every day
and he's looking at girlie pictures and beating off to them, too.
What bugs Jen is that he tries to peek at her, so she's going to
confront him next time.  She'll show him her boobs if he does her
chores and shows her his pecker.  No touching.  Just show and
tell."

"I don't know," Darlene said slowly.

"No harm.  They just need to set things straight, right Jen?"

"I guess."

"You need to have a talk with him, too, Mr. Dwayne."

"Yes, Mistress Maria," he answered, laughing.

"I'm serious."

"So am I," Dwayne told the youngsters.  "I remember what it was
like to be twelve.  I spent hours pumping my pud in the bathroom.
I'm just lucky our family wasn't big."

"I never heard 'pud' but you mean penis.  Has Jen ever seen yours
hard?" Maria asked.

"I certainly hope not."

"Why not?"

"I don't really want to," Jennifer said shyly.

"OK," Maria said, turning back to the younger teenager.  "But
when you're ready, ask your dad for a look.  Maybe even touching.
But no incest."

"I think I'll go on to bed," Jennifer told them.

"If you do, you'll miss the good parts," Maria snickered.  "Or do
you want privacy to masturbate?"

"I don't know if I want to do it," the girl blushed.

"I do.  You can peek.  You've got to learn sometime."

"I want to hear more about your mental mistress," Dwayne cut in. 
"What did mental mistress make you do next?"

Maria laughed.  "Dirty old man.  Well, mental mistress is telling
me to tell you all about it, so here goes.  Remember our class on
self-bondage where they talked about freezing a key inside a
jug?"

"No," Darlene answered.

"That's right.  That was after you graduated early.  Didn't you
have to do something like that for Dwayne?"

"Yeah."  It wasn't a big thing.  She called Dwayne and told him
to come right home because there was an emergency.  Then she tied
her ankles to the coffee table, cuffed her hands over her head,
and waited.  He came in, saw his wife bound and gagged with a red
ball gag, and ran to turn her loose.  'You're supposed to be
turned on and fuck me,' she whined once the gag was removed.  His
answer was that she didn't need to be tied down for that.  So
much for her experience in self-bondage.

"I froze my handcuff key in the middle of a five quart ice cream
tub," she told her audience.  "I told Brenda that it made the
freezer work more efficiently.  It does, but I did it to make my
bondage real where I couldn't get loose until... well, for a
while.  I'd be really trapped.  I did it.  Mental Mistress made
me do this whole trip as punishment."

"I tied a piece of twine to the light over the tub to hold the
handle from the ice cream tub.  Then I got myself ready.  I put
in my gag, put on my highest heels, and tied them on my feet. 
You remember how to do that.  Then I got the tub of ice, cut the
bottom out, and tied the handle to the string that was hanging
down.  I put in my butt plug and then I tied my legs together
while I was standing in the tub.  Then I put on the handcuffs
behind my back.  I was stuck there until the ice melted and the
key fell.  Until then, I had to stand under the drips and wait."

"Were you naked?" Jennifer asked in a whisper.

"Completely," Maria giggled.  "The danger of Brenda coming home
early or getting caught by somebody else made it _so_ exciting."

No one said anything for a few minutes.  Then Jennifer spoke up
to ask, "Why?  Why'd you handcuff yourself?"

"Lots of reasons," Maria told her.  "Mostly it's because I'm
nuts.  But really, for me, I had trouble enjoying sex, even
playing with myself.  When I was with your mom, they'd spank us
if we didn't do what we were told..."

"Mom?  Got spankings?"

"They were pretty sexy, too," Maria laughed.  "Especially for me
because when somebody else made me play with myself, I could
climax easy.  I could tell myself it wasn't my fault, that I
wasn't sinning... OK, I'm Catholic, see?  Catholics think that
sex is a sin if you don't to it for procreation.  That's making
babies.  But Catholics are only allowed to try to make babies
after we're married so single people can't do sex.  It's this
whole trip called Catholic guilt.  But I didn't feel guilty if I
_had_ to do it, you know, make myself have a climax.  Does that
make sense?"

"Sort of.  I guess," Jennifer answered.

"Jen', everybody's different.  Your mom never has trouble like
me.  Maybe you will or maybe you won't, but it'll be you, and
probably different from your mom, me, your sisters, whoever.  But
when I had nobody to tell me what to do and threaten to punish me
if I didn't do it, I got all horny because I couldn't climax.  So
Mental Mistress came along.  It works for me."

"Anyway, so there I am, standing in the tub with ice water
dripping on me, and guess what happens?"  She looked at Jennifer,
then at the girl's parents.  "I didn't think.  Since I cut the
bottom out of the tub, the whole chunk of ice fell on my head.  I
was lucky it was only a couple inches above me or I might have
been knocked out."

Laughing at herself, she continued, "I still had to stand there
and wait for the ice to melt before I could get the key, and once
the ice melted, I had to get down to get the key.  I'm tied up,
remember?  My nipples were hard from the cold.  I was cold all
over and through and through and that little voice from my mental
mistress ordered me to masturbate and have a climax to warm
myself up.  I did.  It was great.

"So now, whenever I know I need to do something, Mental Mistress
makes me do it.  She's great.  She makes me keep the apartment
clean.  If I don't, then I get punished.  And sometimes she makes
me tie myself up... Until Brenda caught me."

"I thought maybe that was coming," Dwayne laughed.

"Yeah," Maria blushed.  "I was about to come," she laughed.  "I
was vacuuming the carpet, naked, and well, I was dressed kind of
kinky.  Have you experimented at all, Dar'?"

"A little."

"Well, let me tell you about my discoveries," she said, blushing
with a combination of pride and humiliation.  "I found out some
neat things to use for, ah, dildos and plugs.  See, Jen', I can't
afford sex toys that are made as sex toys, so I had to come up
with ideas.  The small soy sauce bottle and the little Tabasco
sauce bottles are perfect size for insertion into, you know, my
holes.  I tie twine tight around the neck of the bottles where
the caps go on.  Then I fill them about half full of water and
put the caps on to keep the water in and to make sure the string
doesn't slip off.  Then I wrap the string around my cotton rope
to hold the bottles a couple inches apart.  Ta da.  Double dildo
plugs."

Maria laughed at herself before she went on.  "I slimed up both
of the bottles with some Vaseline and put them in, the Tabasco
bottle in my bottom and the soy sauce bottle in my puss.  It's
kind of a trick getting them in wide part first, but they have to
go in together because they're tied onto the rope.  I couldn't
wrap and tie the strings onto the rope with the bottles in me. 
Having them half full of water makes 'em slosh when I move and it
feels weird but nice.

"Anyway, when Brenda came home, I was punishing myself.  My
bottles were inside me and I'd tied my vibrator onto the crotch
rope so it vibrated the knots against my clit'.  Mental Mistress
made me wear my high heels all day, too, so I had them tied to my
feet with only a foot of rope between my ankles to hobble me.  I
felt really submissive that day so I'd put in my ball gag and
buckled it tight.  I had binder clips on my nipples and hair
thingies looped through them and attached to my dog collar to
pull up on my nipples until I could get loose.  To top it all
off, I handcuffed my wrists with the chain under the front of the
crotch rope so I had to undo the handcuffs first.

"I was in submissive heaven," she sighed, grinning.  "Mental
Mistress told me I had to finish cleaning the whole house before
I could start getting the key.  Don't look at me like that, Dar'.
It was completely safe.  I could have gotten out of the apartment
just like I was if there was a fire or something, and I could
have cut the ropes with scissors or a knife from the kitchen if I
needed to.  But my key was outside in our back yard, frozen
inside a plastic milk jug.  It was freezing out there and I had
to go out to get it just like I was and then get back inside."

"I planned it that way," Maria grinned.  "The neighbors on each
side can see into our little patch of back yard from their
upstairs windows, so I had to wait until after dark.  If I turned
off all the lights, it would probably be dark enough that nobody
could see me, and I hoped they'd either be asleep or not looking.

"I never made it.  Brenda came home when I was running the
vacuum.  I didn't hear her because of the noise.  The stereo
playing and my dancing might have had something to do with not
hearing her, too.  Or maybe it was that I was climaxing at the
time.  I had the handle of the vacuum against my crotch rope and
the bullet vibrator.  I was dancing against the handle with my
eyes closed and _Pow_!"

Maria rolled her eyes up and smiled, remembering the pleasure of
that orgasm.  "Have you ever climaxed when you're standing up? 
When you can't sit or lie down?  Isn't it intense?  So I'm
standing there, groaning and cumming.  I finally turn off the
vacuum and open my eyes and there's Brenda, watching me.  She
just looked at me and said, 'That was quite a show.  You did this
to yourself, didn't you?'  As if I would have been vacuuming if
some rapist had come in and tied me up.  Geez, it was _SO_
obvious. 

"Well, I almost died of embarrassment.  At least she didn't bring
anybody home with her.  To make a long story short, now she's my
mistress.  Kind of, anyway.  We got into tying each other up and
even spanking once in a while, but we haven't even kissed, if
that's what you're thinking."

"That was exactly what I was thinking," Dwayne chuckled.

"Men," Darlene laughed.  "All the same.  Come here and let's give
him a show."

"Watch, Jen'," Maria smiled.  "Kissing a girl won't make you
gay."  She embraced Darlene and tilted her head so they could
tongue kiss.  Both of them stroked their fingers through the
others' hair as they smooched for several minutes.  When the kiss
ended, Maria turned to Jen', saying, "Come on.  Time for us to
have some fun."

"And parents," Darlene added, taking Dwayne's hand.

"Let's clean up first," Maria said, picking up coffee cups. 
Jennifer helped rinse the cups, then they headed to Jennifer's
newly created private room in the basement of the old home.  "I
usually sleep in the buff.  How about you?"

"I have two brothers," Jennifer answered without further comment.

"I had five so I know what you mean," Maria smiled.  "You have a
robe?"

"Yes."

"Stick with that," Maria suggested.  "It'll drive Donnie nuts
waiting for the belt to come undone.  And if you feel like it,
you can always whip it open and say, 'Is this what you wanted to
see, pervert?'  Giving brothers a hard time is part of what being
a sister is all about, right?"

"You still love your brothers, don't you?"

"Of course.  Just wait.  In a few years, he'll come to you for
advice on how to pick up girls," Maria told Jennifer.  "He'll
quit trying to sneak peeks at you and start trying to get his
hands into some pretty girl's pants.  My brothers call me for
advice all the time.  But tonight's for you, not your brothers or
me.  Ready to get naked?"

"I'm scared."

"Scared is OK," Maria told her young friend.  "Actually, it's
good.  I stay scared.  If I wasn't scared, I might have gone wild
and not used common sense.  I might be pregnant or I might have
AIDS.  I've finally got to where I think logically.  Thinking's
better then just feeling.  But right now, I feel horny.  Do you
know what that means?"

"That you feel sexy?"

"More than that," Maria snickered.  "Horny means that I feel like
having sex and doing something about it.  But you're just feeling
scared, not sexy or horny, right?"

"I don't know," Jennifer sighed.  "I feel different.  I get
all... I don't know, just weird.  Teenage guys are different,
too."

Maria laughed.  "When you were a little kid, it was OK to sleep
with a guy who was also a little kid.  Now you're a woman.  A
young woman, but still a woman.  You need privacy.  You need
modesty.  I went through it, too.  One of the reasons I had to
get out on my own was my little sisters and brothers.  At home,
there was no way for me to get any privacy.  It's nice that your
dad fixed you up a room in the basement."

"Kind of a room."

"I think it's neat," Maria said, looking around.  The walls were
covered with sheet rock and painted plain white.  The outside of
the walls were still bare 2x4 studs with cables running to the
boxes for the outlets Dwayne had put in.  "At least you have
privacy.  Do you do stuff like get naked and play with your
clitoris so you can climax?  Have you ever had one, an orgasm?"

"I don't know," Jennifer squeaked.  "I don't think so."

"Then you haven't.  I sure knew when _I_ had my first one.  That
was just last summer, too."

"When you were at the retreat with mom?"

"Yes," Maria smiled.  So 'retreat' was how Darlene explained her
absence to her kids.  Maria waited for another question.  When
Jennifer didn't speak, Maria asked her, "Do you know where your
clitoris is?"

"I think so."

"Do you ever touch it so it feels good?"

"No."  Her answer came out as a tiny squeak.

"When I was your age, I didn't either," Maria laughed.  "No
privacy and besides, I thought it was a sin."

"Yeah," Jennifer softly acknowledged.  "At Sunday school, they
said that sex before marriage is wrong."

"Sex with a guy, going all the way.  Intercourse is the term.  Do
you know what that is?"

"Oh, yes," Jennifer answered, rolling her eyes around.  "The
man inserts his penis..."  She repeated what she had learned in
school Sex Ed with no embellishment.

"Good.  So, will a man's penis fit in you?"

"I guess," Jennifer shrugged.

"Well, a baby can come out of there," Maria chuckled.  "So
smaller things can fit in.  I like the feel of things inside me. 
I'm going to love fucking when I'm married.  What?  What's
wrong?"

"The f-word.  I'm not supposed to say it."

"Me neither.  But it's easier to say then intercourse or other
technical names.  It's like saying pussy instead of vagina or
pussy lips instead of labia.  It's OK between us girls.  Are you
ready to get naked now?"

"I'm kind of tired."

"And a little chicken," Maria said, smiling at the fourteen-
year-old next to her.  "Can I get naked and play with myself?  I
get a special kick if somebody watches me.  It makes my climax
more powerful.  Would that be OK?"

"I guess," Jennifer blushed.

"Thank you," Maria told the youngster seriously.  "I was afraid
you might be so scared that I'd have to hide in the bathroom to
get off.  I can climax two or three times.  Do you say climax,
orgasm, or cum or what?"

"The girls at school say big-O," Jennifer giggled, blushing
again.  "They talk about it.  Some of them have been with guys."

"I feel sorry for them," Maria said.  "It's better to wait.  I'm
glad I waited.  But I do wish I'd learned to make myself have a
big-O sooner.  It feels good and helps me get to sleep.  And when
a guy is nice but I'm not ready to screw with him, I can come
home and relieve my sexual tension.  Like this."

Maria peeled off her sweatshirt and reached back to unhook her
bra.  She spent a moment scratching around the bottom of her
breasts before she got up off the bed to remove her jeans, taking
her panties down with them.  "I told you I was weird," Maria
laughed.  "Last summer I tried shaving and got ingrown hairs that
itched like crazy.  The ladies said I should try a depilatory
cream like Nair.  Nair's expensive but I found some that's less
expensive and I tried it.  I like it.  I don't get ingrown hairs,
and it's supposed to keep the hair from growing back in so thick,
and what does come back is supposed to be lighter and thinner
then if I shaved or just left it.  I'm experimenting, see?"

Jennifer put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.  Maria's
pubic patch was thin and light on one side, dark and curly on the
other and one spot was completely bare.

"I do my bikini line every spring because my hair's so thick and
dark.  Next spring I'm going to make my bikini line my whole
crotch.  Now," she said, putting her left hand on her mons and
using her fingers to separate her outer labia, "A woman's
clitoris--I usually just say clit--is right here where the inner
pussy lips meet, see?  Mine's small like the eraser on the end of
a pencil.  I saw everyone else's last summer and most are kind of
small like mine.  I've heard of a clit as big as a thumb.  Your
mom has the biggest one I've ever actually seen myself.  Can I
see yours?"

When Jennifer just blushed and looked down at her hands folded in
her lap, Maria said, "It's OK.  I wouldn't have shown my pussy
when I was your age, either.  But I am very, very horny.  I get
off lots of ways.  If I use my fingers, it's slow and nice.  When
I want it quick, I use my vibrator.  With a vibrator, it's easy
to get off without working at it.  Do you have some baby oil or
something?"

Jennifer went to her dresser, picked up a tube of hand lotion,
and brought it back to the bed.  "Is this OK?"

"Fine," Maria smiled, squeezing a dab onto the fingers of her
right hand.  She used the left to open her labia again, then
spread the cream with her fingers and began to rub.  "I like to
put one finger on each side of my clit and go up and down until
I'm about to pop.  I can't stand to touch my clit when I start
out.  It's too sensitive even when my little hood covers it,
see?"

"That's OK," Jennifer said after a quick glance.

"Yes, it's OK," Maria sighed.  "Very OK.  It feels so good." 
Mental Mistress was making her masturbate in front of a teenager
that she really wanted to ravish with pussy licking and fingers. 
But mental mistress wouldn't let her touch the girl, reminding
Maria of how she would have felt in the same circumstances at the
same age.

Maria laid back, bent her knees, and pulled her legs up.  She
squeezed more lotion onto her fingers, then divided it between
her hands.  Wedging her elbows behind her knees, she stuck her
left index finger in her anus and her thumb in her pussy.  "That
feels so good," she moaned as the fingers of her right hand began
to work on her clit more forcefully.

Before long, Maria was moaning continuously.  She used her thumb
to pull the hood back from her clit and began strumming her love
button with her fingertips like a flamenco guitarist.  That sent
her over the top.  She tried to keep her cries quiet.  Mental
Mistress told her that she was gagged so she wouldn't wake the
rest of the family.  Then all the tension in her body abandoned
her and she collapsed.  "Wow," Maria sighed.  "I needed that."

When Maria didn't move for some minutes, Jennifer asked, "Are you
all right?"

"Wonderful," Maria smiled, opening her eyes.  "That was nice but
I want to come again."  She opened the athletic bag that she
brought and dug around inside until she found the battery powered
vibrators hidden in the bottom.  "A nice, easy, quick one helps
me get to sleep.  Want to try one?"  Maria held out a bullet
vibrator.

"Not right now."

"Want to practice French kissing?"

"Not right now."

"Chicken.  Hey, you're still dressed.  Get naked, girl," Maria
teased.

"I usually sleep in pajamas.  I don't think I could sleep naked,"
Jennifer said.

"I sleep naked," Maria smiled.  "So get into your PJs."

"I've got to go to the bathroom," Jennifer said, quickly grabbing
her nightclothes and running out.  Maria heard the basement
stairs creak, then the rattle of the old pipes when the toilet
flushed.  She twisted the bottom of her medium size vibrator and
slid it between her labia to rest beside her clit.  When Jennifer
got back, Maria was slowly stroking with her right hand while her
left hand held the vibrator in place. 

"Don't you put it in you?" Jennifer whispered.

"I have, but they're awful hard and not very comfortable," Maria
replied.  "If I want something inside me, I prefer soft but firm
unless it's for punishment.  I've used lots of stuff, but a dildo
that's made for it works best.  Would you get my dildo, please?"

"OK," Jennifer answered.  Her uncertain tone was obvious.

"And a couple of rubbers," Maria added.  "It's easier to put a
rubber on sex toys than it is to clean them."

Jennifer found three rubber objects in Maria's bag.  "Which one?"
she asked.

"All of them."

Jennifer laid all three on the bed.

"Rubbers?" Maria prompted.  

"Latex condoms," Jennifer smiled, tossing the strip of foil
packages beside the dildo.  "We learned about them in school."

"They told you that they're not fool proof, too, didn't they?"

"Yes.  'Abstinence is the only sure way to prevent disease
transmission or pregnancy'," Jennifer said in a poor imitation of
her teacher's voice.

"Have you ever filled one up with water?"

"No."

"Come on."  They both ran up the creaky basement stairs to the
kitchen.  Maria pulled out the spray hose, put one of the condoms
on the nozzle, and pressed the button.  The pair giggled and
poked at the ballooning latex as it filled the sink and still
hadn't burst.  "I guess we better stop before we make a big
mess," Maria said.

"Let's pop it," Jennifer giggled, grabbing a meat fork from the
holder by the stove.  She poked a hole in the side and was
surprised to see a tiny stream of water squirt out rather then a
sudden burst.

"It's not a balloon," Maria grinned, turning the stream toward
Jennifer.  Jennifer threatened with the fork.  Then they both
burst into giggles.  "Sshhh.  We'll wake everybody up."

"And they'll see you naked," Jennifer snickered.

"Well, I'm going to take a job stripping so I guess I might as
well get used to it."

"Mom, too."  Jennifer was suddenly serious.  "My worst nightmare
is getting to school and finding out that I forgot to get
dressed."

"I had the same nightmare," Maria laughed.  "It's different when
you're older.  I used to hate my body.  Now I like it.  Do you
like your body?"

"Yick."  They finally emptied the rubber and threw it in the
kitchen trash.  Jennifer made sure it was covered up.  Then they
went back down to Jen's room and talked about body image and the
changes she should expect.  They spent most of their time talking
about hair and pimples and clothes rather than boobs or sex. 
They kept talking until Jennifer yawned.

"I guess it's time for sleep," Maria said.  Then she yawned, too.

"But I need a good climax.  I've gotten used to making myself
come before I go to sleep.  I have trouble nodding off if I
don't.  Put a rubber on the dildo for me, please."

"This one?" Jennifer asked, pointing.

"I'm sorry," Maria said, trying to sound sincere.  She was pretty
sure that her young friend had never seen sex toys before.  "Yes,
that's a dildo.  Go ahead.  I intend to teach you how to use a
rubber, so you know how when it comes time to use one for real. 
Now this one is a sleeve.  It goes over the small vibrator like
this, see?  That smooth one is my butt plug.  I like having
things in my bottom sometimes.  Would you put a rubber on it,
too?"

"I guess."  The girl tore the foil package and looked closely at
what she found inside.  She touched the lubricant and checked the
reservoir on the end, then rolled it onto the dildo.

"Not bad.  Are you sure you've never used a rubber before?"

"I saw one before, but this is the first time I ever touched one
except for the water rubber," she giggled as she opened another
package and rolled the condom onto the butt plug.  "Doesn't it
hurt?"

"Not if you're used to it.  They make one that's even smaller,
just the size of a finger, but it isn't wide enough to stay where
it belongs."

"Here," Jennifer said, handing the butt plug to her friend.

Maria laid back and pulled her knees to her chest to reach her
bottom hole.  The lubricated condom let the plug slide right in. 
With the dildo in one hand and the sheathed vibrator in the
other, Maria went to work.  She swiped the dildo up and down her
slit a couple of times, then worked it into her vagina.  Once it
was in, she started slowly pumping the dildo.  She turned the
base of the vibrator with her teeth and slid it back and forth
until her pussy lips separated.

"I love my... vibrators," Maria grimaced.  "I got... good ones...
that really... go to... town... so...  Geez, oh, gosh, oh fuck...
Oh, I'm sorry...Oooo."  After she collapsed on the bed, the dildo
slowly slithered out.  As soon as Maria caught her breath, she
asked again, "Sure you don't want to try?"

"Not right now.  I'm tired."

"I want my kiss," Maria teased.  "With tongue."

Jennifer blushed.  Maria put her arms around the girl and hugged
her, then moved her mouth over the youngster's.  A little gentle
prying was needed to coax the girl to open her mouth.  Before
long, they were having tongue battles.  Maria broke the kiss,
saying, "Now get to sleep."  She quickly snapped off the lamp and
slid under the covers.  Jennifer wasn't sleeping.  "Feeling a
little queer because you liked kissing a girl, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Wait 'til you try it with a guy."

"I love you," Jennifer burst out, hugging her friend again.

"It's not love," Maria teased.  "Just sex."

"That's not what I mean," Jennifer snapped.

"But it sure was a sexy kiss."

"You," Jennifer snapped again, clubbing Maria with a pillow. 
Maria retaliated with her pillow and then Jennifer started
tickling.  "No fair!" Maria squealed.  "No!"

--=*=--

"Did either of you get any sleep?" Darlene asked the bleary eyed
teenagers when they finally came upstairs at ten.

"Not much," Jennifer said quickly, running past her mother toward
the bathroom.

"How'd it go?" Darlene asked.

"Teenage modesty overcame curiosity," Maria chuckled.  "She never
took off her pajamas."

"I bet you did," Darlene laughed, grabbing her friend and tongue
kissing her.  "I just wish Dwayne was home to see us."

"Some other time.  I really need to get home."

"I'll drop you off."  When Maria came back up, dressed and
carrying the bag over her shoulder, Darlene called to her
daughter to watch the younger kids.  "I'll be back in an hour."