Emma is suffering through a very boring summer break from college when her new neighbors move in … with their gorgeous daughter Caitlin. A meeting next to the pool leads a shy Emma upstairs to Caitlin’s bedroom and suddenly the summer holidays becomes a lot more interesting …
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“You should get yourself a… um… you know…” she continued, waving her hand in a circular fashion as if trying to elicit the answer from my mouth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, though, and sat there with a bemused expression as she tutted and whispered, “A vibrator!”
“Oh!” I said, almost slapping my forehead as I realized what she was talking about. Again I was taken aback by her confidence, talking about sex toys as if it was a common topic of conversation.
“What am I talking about, I’m sure you’ve already got one…” she persisted. I shook my head innocently and curled my bottom lip down with a cute smile.
“Really?” she said, seemingly surprised that I didn’t have one, “You should; they’re amazing!”
“Do… do you have one?” I stuttered nervously, intrigued by her sexual assurance. She nodded as her eyes widened with giddy excitement.
“Yep!” she said, popping her lips playfully as she took another sip of her drink. She stared gleefully at me as I looked back at her in disbelief. I was shocked that a girl my age would have a sex toy. Maybe I was naive, but I always thought they were used by older ladies who were more sexually experienced. I had never even considered getting one myself.
“My ex-boyfriend got it me for my 18th birthday…” she laughed, “But it turned out it was way better than him, so I dumped him!”
I bit my lip to suppress my urge to smile, but a giggle slipped out regardless.
“I’m joking, it was because we moved. I couldn’t take him with me!” she said, “I don’t know what I’d do without it!”
“Where do you keep it?” I asked, “Aren’t you afraid someone will find it?”
“Nah, I keep it in a box full of make-up and old shit. Nobody is going to risk their lives going in there!” she chortled. She saw that I was intrigued, and after supping the final dregs of her coke, she asked with a wry smile, “Do you wanna see it?”
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