She’s tentative at first, but it doesn’t take her long to get into it. She was right, the feeling is fucking mind-blowing. Before long, I feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach, and I know she is on the cusp as well. Adding another finger, I slam into her cunt, sucking hard on her clit, and I feel her stiffen below me and lose her rhythm as her orgasm explodes through her.
“Fuck, Tori,” she gasps as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her spasming channel. I don’t let her ride it for too long, though, before I’m grinding my own pussy against her face, and she finally presses her fingers inside of me. It’s just what I need to send me over the edge, and it’s my turn to scream her name.
When I roll off her, we’re both panting, and as I wipe my face on the sheets of the bed, I hear her sigh, “Wow.”
Lying next to her, I look at the ceiling, trying to get a hold of my mind, but the drug is still rolling through my system. “Yeah, I always thought people were exaggerating when they said oral was amazing. No wonder guys always want blowjobs.”
“I wonder if they taste anything like us,” she murmurs, and I shrug.
“Who knows? Hopefully, because you tasted pretty good.” I close my eyes, relaxed and feeling sated, but Stacey’s finger circles my nipple, causing them to snap open again.
“Don’t go to sleep, Tori, we’re only just getting started.”
ChapterSix
My head is pounding and my mind is fuzzy as I struggle to open my eyes. It takes me a couple of tries, and while my eyes are adjusting to the light, I realize my mouth feels like it has cotton shoved in it. Where am I?
I look around, and the familiar view of my bedroom comes into focus. What happened? I try to sit up, but I’m dizzy and disoriented. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes until the feeling dissipates. Jesus, what did I do last night? It’s not like me to get so wasted I can’t remember. I don’t like being out of control.
The dizziness clears, and I feel like I can focus a little better, so I open my eyes. I push my tangled hair out of my face, and a groan escapes my mouth. Fuck, that hurts. Why is my arm sore? In fact, my whole body aches like the day after doing a new workout routine. I run my hands over my body, trying to figure out what’s wrong. Why am I naked? My skin is sensitive to the touch, and it feels tight, but the most noticeable thing that makes a chill wash over my body is my aching pussy. My pulse starts to race, and a sob escapes my mouth before I can stop it. Flashes of memories return to me.
I see Stacey and me sitting on my bed watching a movie, then a flash of our naked bodies, her mouth on mine, mine on her breasts, entangled in the sixty-nine position. Orgasms. Stacey drugged me with ecstasy. More memories become clearer. A blush washes over my cheeks as I remember enjoying what we did. The ecstasy made it easier to admit that I was into it and wanted it.
Struggling, I sit up and look around. My blankets are all pushed off the edge, and I can see a strap-on dildo lying on the floor between my bed and the door. More memories flash through my mind.
Stacey asking me to wear it so she could practice blowjobs and me making her choke on it. Her eyes watering as she moaned around it, gagging. Enjoying the feeling of power as I looked down on her as tears streamed down her face. A shudder runs over my spine. The feeling of dominating her turns me on something fierce, and I rub my legs together. The ache reminds me that more must have happened.
I search my mind, trying to remember.“Please, Tori. Do this for me, I promise I’ll never tell anyone, it will be our secret.”Stacey asked me to take her virginity with the same dildo I choked her on, and I only hesitated for a moment. All those memories come flooding back in.
It started out soft and gentle, since I didn’t want to hurt her. I was careful and used plenty of lube on it to help, but Stacey was so wet it slipped in. Then I got to her barrier. I didn’t know what to do, but she was begging for it. The little bullet she held against her clit had her squirming and crying for more, so I pulled back and jammed it in. She screamed loudly.
“Fuck, it hurts.” More tears ran down her face as I leaned in and kissed her, trying to soothe away the pain, but soon enough, the bullet had her worked up again, and she asked me to move, so I did. And I liked it. The strap-on rubbed against my own clit, causing my core to throb as I thrust it into her repeatedly. Our tits rubbed together, our mouths joining and tongues tangling. I hitched her leg over my hip to get a better angle, and the look on her face as she finally tipped over the edge into orgasm was powerful shit.
Once the pain was gone, she became insatiable, begging me to fuck her again. The second time I had done it doggy style, pulling her hair and slapping her ass as I fucked her hard. Gone was the apprehension. The thrill of the ride, combined with the X in my system, was exhilarating, and there was no stopping my roll. Sweaty and breathing hard, I reveled in my role of dominating her. When I added a finger to her ass, she exploded, screaming in pleasure. I felt so powerful that I orgasmed myself just from the harness banging against my clit and the feeling of being able to do that for her. When I pulled out and removed the dildo, I left her lying there shaking from pleasure while I had gotten a drink and peed. Then, I was feeling on top of the world, but now all I feel is shame.
None of that would explain why my pussy aches though. The strap-on was not double-sided, and I don’t remember any other toys. The last thing I recollect is when I returned from the bathroom. Stacey was wearing the dildo and a wicked grin.
Stacey wanted to return the favor, reminding me that not only boys liked experience. I remember us arguing when I told her that’s not what I wanted. I’d been happy to do it for her, but I wasn’t ready for something like that. I kind of had this old-fashioned idea that I would lose my virginity when I loved someone. Even though what we had done could pretty much count as me losing it, whether we broke my hymen or not, and I wasn’t sure what Stacey and I had was love. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was still aware that Stacey was using me. The last thing I remember was Stacey going to her bag and grabbing something. She returned, leaned in to give me another kiss, and then nothing.
What had she done? Groaning, I roll off my bed and pad to the bathroom needing to pee. Sitting down on the toilet once more emphasizes my aches and pains. Peeing burns, and tears well in my eyes at the discomfort. When I wipe, there’s dried blood all over the toilet paper, but I know it’s not from my period. I’m not sure how long I sit there staring at it before it all starts to add up in my brain and a feeling of dread settles in my stomach. I bolt off the toilet, lean over the bathroom sink, and vomit. My body heaves as I expel everything that was in my stomach before sliding down the cabinet to the cold floor, a sob leaving my mouth.
Did Stacey rape me?
My body quivers as I rock back and forth, not willing to accept the fact that my best friend, the person I trusted most in the world apart from my dad and brother, took away my choice. Where the fuck is she now? Why would she do this to me?
A knock sounds on my door before the handle rattles. Fuck, Gio!
I run around looking for a shirt to pull over my head. I find that and a pair of panties and crack open the door, not letting him see past my body.
“Yeah?” His eyes widen at my appearance, and he steps back, wrinkling his nose when he gets a whiff of my breath.
“Holy fuck, you look like hell and don’t smell any better. What have you been doing? Have you been crying? Are you okay? You’ve been asleep all day.” I can hear the worry in his voice as he scans me up and down and the questions pour out of his mouth.
“Ugh, what time is it?” I ask, ignoring everything else he just said.
“Three-thirty in the afternoon.” His frown deepens and turns slightly disapproving.
Fuck, I’ve lost a whole day.
