Stephanie Opens Up - Sex Stories

Stephanie Opens Up

... her out like that. Do you think she hates me now?"

"Knowing Lily, probably not. You surprised her, like she did you. That's it." Lisa looked over her notes, then nodded. "My advice- make up with her, but don't jump into sex with her for a few more weeks. She should be patient enough for that. As a learning experience at least."

"You think so?" Stephanie frowned, then shrugged. "Maybe I should have sex with someone else first. I've never climaxed, never even masturbated to completion. Maybe..."

"Whoa," Lisa cut in. Stephanie had not mentioned this, and she was obviously not lying. Is my sister a fucking idiot? Lisa wondered. Maybe. Of course, I can't call her out on it outright.

"You should masturbate," she said instead. "You really haven't?"

"No!" Stephanie shook her head. "I was too young for sex before I turned eighteen, so I didn't have it. With anyone."

"And now you want to have it," Lisa pointed out. Stephanie nodded in confirmation, so she kept speaking. "But how can you know how to help others please you if you don't know what to do yourself? Stephanie, if you don't respect your own needs... if you don't even know them..." Lisa threw up her hands. "How can you expect anyone else to just know them? Even your friends?"

"I... I don't know." Stephanie shrugged. "I guess I just hoped they would know what to do and I'd like it. But I didn't have a practical plan. I just..."

"You hoped and dreamed." Lisa rolled her eyes. "That doesn't work alone, ...

... Steph. You need to work to achieve your dreams. Otherwise..." She shook her head again, grabbed her purse, and reached inside, took out the Companion vibrator she always carried. "Here. Use this. It's easy. Just stick it between your legs, turn it on, and keep it in your cunt until you come. You'll know it when it happens. You can keep that. I know where to get another. I just changed the battery yesterday."

Stephanie frowned, awkwardly taking the vibrator. "I... I don't know. What if I need to do more than just..." "You might want to touch and squeeze your thighs or breasts too," Lisa told her. "And think about someone who turns you on. Simon, Lily, some hot celebrity... I like to think about Johnny Depp, Patrick Swayze, Kurt Russell... Winona Ryder, Halle Berry, or Ally Sheedy if I'm in the mood for a girl. Yes, they're straight, far as I know, but I can imagine otherwise, right? You can too. Just remember the differences between reality and imagination."

Stephanie blinked, staring at Lisa. "What about Tess? You ever think about Tess?" Tess Winfield was Lisa's best friend her last two years of high school, a fellow cheerleader and infrequent sleepover guest at their house. Lisa had made out with her several times during their slumber parties. Steph had joined in their kissing games a few times. And Stephanie had always thought when she went back to her own room at night, left them alone in Lisa's room, that Lisa and Tess had...

"Sometimes, sure," Lisa said, smiling. ...