But I really wasn't peeking, I swear! - Sex Stories

But I really wasn't peeking, I swear!

... Thank you.” I took another shower and fingered myself. I came six times. The second time lasted and lasted. It was so good! I put my undies back on, but didn't cover. He was in the living room, reading, when I got my nightie. He looked at my boobs, looked at me in just my undies, and watched me put it on. He patted the spot next to him. “Your mom, she said that maybe you'll want to stay with me.” “After the summer?” “Yes.” “Can I, please?” “We'll see how you feel come September.” My mom and I had been fighting. I'd fought with her girlfriend, too. I don't think that she was a lesbian, but she slept in the same bed with her best friend, Sally. One night, a guy spent the night with the two of them, so I knew that they weren't lesbians. One time when I was really angry, I told them that they were both too fat to find boyfriends, that the did lesbian stuff because of that. My mom slapped me, and then both of them cried and held each other. “I got you something, a present,” he said the next night. “You did?” I'd put on my nightie, but I hadn't put my bra on. “Do you know what a vibrator is?” I giggled and shook my head no, even though I thought that I knew. “Girls, they touch themselves.” “I don't, I swear,” I lied. He just nodded, but I think that he knew that I was lying. He held it up, small and pink, like a fat finger but without a nail. “A girl, she can press this to herself, on her vagina.” He pressed something on the bottom and it hummed. I giggled again when he pressed ...

... it to my cheek and I felt it vibrate. “I can just give it to you, but you don't know how to use it, right?” “No,” I whispered. “I could show you, if you want.” “Would you, please?” I'll be honest. I wanted him to do it to me. “You'll have to take your undies off.” I giggled, but I nodded. “It's okay, I saw your penis and you saw my boobs.” “Go ahead, if you feel ready.” I turned away, feeling shy. “Don't look, please.” I reached under my nightie and pushed my undies down and stepped out of them. He guided me to sit on his lap. “Just don't peek, okay?” I asked. “Sure, of course.” I opened my knees and put my head against his chest when he went to put his hand with the vibrator under my nightie. I felt it press against me, felt it tingle and hum, felt it move around, slowly, slowly. He didn't press it too hard. “I need to see,” he whispered. I didn't say no when he pulled the hem up and uncovered me. “Open up more, sweetie.” I opened my knees wide. I felt him move it around slowly, slowly around the hole down there. I felt myself get wetter and wetter. “Say when, sweetie, say when your ready . . .” I nodded. He pressed it lightly to that special place right over the hole, around and around it. I gripped his forearm tighter and tighter as I felt him press it deeper and deeper into that spot. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned as I came. But I didn't let go of his arm. I kept his hand just where it was. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I came again. He ...