Saturday, May 2, 2015
10:15 PM
Carol got back from the street with her boyfriend. Back then we weren’t even going out to clubs because our parents wouldn’t let us—the latest we could get home was 10 PM.
She texted me, so I ran straight to her place, bringing the sexy lingerie I’d bought with my sister.
When I got to Carol’s room, I headed straight for the bathroom. She was still in the shower. The fogged-up glass door only showed her silhouette, hot steam filling the small space. The smell of soap and sweet shampoo hung in the air, mixed with the damp heat that was clouding the mirror.
I opened the bathroom door and called out, trying to play it cool:
“Taking a long-ass shower, huh, babe. Getting all nice and fresh for me?”
While Carol was still in the stall, I took the chance to change right there. I stripped down and put on the red set I’d bought with Isabella. The panties were a thong with a tiny little bow in front. The bra had padding, really showing off my tits.
I went to check myself in the fogged mirror. Damn, I loved how that bright red looked against my pale skin. I even got turned on seeing myself like that. Felt like a different person. More woman, way more slutty.
When Carol shut off the water and opened the stall door, she saw me standing there in just lingerie.
She froze, towel still in her hand.
“Fuck, Rafa…”
“So?” I asked, doing a little spin, trying to hide how nervous I was. “Look good?”
Carol let out a little laugh, running the towel over her body.
“Looks fucking delicious. Check out that bow… you little slut.”
“I only brought this set,” I said, still checking myself out in the foggy mirror. “But I bought some nighties and a bunch of thongs too. Trying to… switch things up a bit, you know?”
She stared at me a second longer, her eyes running up and down.
“Switching things up for who, huh?”
I just shrugged, smiling awkwardly, but my heart was pounding like crazy inside.
Carol had bought a bunch of thongs too. I told her to go grab them and try them on one by one. It got kind of silly, her changing panties nonstop in the middle of the room.
“Changing bikinis over and over…” I sang under my breath, laughing.
“It’s ‘paying homage to B.B. King,’ you idiot,” she shot back.
Of course I knew that, but I was already laughing too.
Carol’s ass was so round and firm that any thong looked insane on her. I kept staring without even trying to hide it much. Every time she put on a new one, I’d comment and give it a rating:
“That one’s perfect.”
“That one makes your ass look even hotter.”
Once she got tired of trying them on, we flopped onto the bed. Carol rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand, and looked at me.
“You nervous?”
“Obviously,” I answered, sighing. “I’m dying over here.”
We talked for a while. I asked how her night with her boyfriend went. She told me, laughing, with all those nasty little details only she could give. Then, more serious, I asked how her first time had been.
Carol went quiet for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before she started talking.
She’d told me before, but it had been a while. This time I asked for every single detail.
Carol shifted on the bed and started. It happened right there, in that bed, on a day when her parents weren’t home. Nothing planned. They were just making out hard, kissing and touching, until it just happened. She told it straight, the way she always did—half laughing, half embarrassed, but not holding anything back.
When she finished, she got up to put the thongs away. That’s when I jumped in:
“Show me your toys.”
I knew she had some, just not how many.
She went to the closet, opened the door, and pulled out a box hidden in the back. She brought it to the bed and opened it. Inside were three toys. But she added right away:
“Actually, there’s five. Two others aren’t kept here.”
She went to the thong drawer and pulled out a little pink bullet, tiny, capsule-shaped. Then she opened her school bag and grabbed another: a vibrator disguised as lipstick.
“This one’s my favorite,” she said, twirling the “lipstick” between her fingers. “Nobody suspects a thing.”
I just stared at the whole collection spread out on the bed, not even trying to hide how curious I was.
In the box she kept the Butterfly clit stimulator and two realistic dildos. One with a suction cup, one without. In total innocence I asked what the suction cup was for and she laughed like I was the most naïve person alive.
She grabbed a gym mat, laid it on the floor in front of the closet mirror, and stuck the suction-cup dildo right in the middle of the glass. Then she looked at me sideways, still laughing:
“That’s what the suction cup is for.”
She paused, teasing.
“Want a full demo?” She gave me the same look her brother did.
“Sure, cuz. I wanna see how you do it.” The heat of watching her like this was never gonna let me say no.
Carol grabbed the lube, slicked up the toy, and got on all fours on the mat. She pulled her panties to the side and lined up the dildo. She started moving slow, her body rocking with rhythm, the reflection in the mirror showing everything.
“Wow…” I whispered, not even bothering to hide it. That looked insanely good.
She kept the pace for a few more seconds, body moving slow, a low moan slipping out while the mirror showed it all. Then she suddenly stopped.
“Alright, show’s over,” she said, laughing nervously while she wiped the dildo. “It was getting weird with you staring at me like that.”