What.

"That depends," I say slowly. "Is step three intercourse?"

Penny looks to the side thoughtfully, "Umm... yeah, I guess. I mean, I think so. Sex-sex, right?" I nod. "Then yeah. I was planning to use a toy."

She was planning to use a toy.

"Okay," I agree. She looks surprised.

"Wait, really? Just like that?" she asks incredulously.

"You're asking to have sex with me?" I prompt, seeking clarification. She nods. "Then yes."

Penny blinks, wide-eyed. "Uh, okay then. Just, wait right there." Penny turns away, baring her pale, round bottom to me as she digs through the drawer in her bedside table. I can see the shadowed furrow nestled in the valley between her buttocks, and the shiny lips of her labia majora. I lick my lips, finding the taste of her still there. A moment later she turns back to me, a complicated phallic apparatus in one hand and a bottle of K*Y personal lubricating jelly in the other.

"Alright, so this is a strap-on, obviously," she explains.

Obviously.

"See, and this end goes inside me..." she trails off, drizzling some of the lubricant onto one of the phalluses, then bracing her knees apart as she fits one protruding end inside her. Dark lashes flutter and her lips part. She wriggles it a little, failing to bite back a small noise, then adjusts the complicated leather strips in a harness around her waist. "Ta-da!" she gestures, framing her pelvis with her hands to demonstrate the make-shift penis bobbing out in front of her.

"This is actually pretty small, and see, it's kind of soft and fleshy? It's important to start out small, and most guys get intimidated if you bring out a big giant dildo, plus," she lowers her voice conspiratorially, "I think it messes with their ego, if you try to put a dick in their ass that's bigger than theirs." She grins, her eyes crinkling in mirth. "Anyway," she continues, "it's all been cleaned and sanitized; I just pop it in the dishwasher when I'm done with it. So, do you think this'll be okay?" She looks at me eagerly and I couldn't say 'no' even if I wanted to. I nod in acquiescence, spreading my legs a bit.

Penny sighs in relief and sits herself between my legs. She reaches down to fiddle with something on her strap-on, then I can hear a faint, muffled buzzing. Her eyes glaze over a bit and she squirms, then blinks, bringing herself back to the moment. "Okay. They vibrate," she explains.

Once content with her side of things, she brings my knees up, exposing my vulva. I shiver a bit at the cool air hitting my exposed skin. The curly hair there is damp, proving how much I enjoyed the act of eating her out, and how excited I am, if a little nervous, to experience more of Penny's expertise. To my surprise, she doesn't guide the soft, pink dildo (vibrator, technically. I think) into me, rather she dips her finger into the slit of my vagina and follows the seam up to my clitoris, spreading my slick on my heated flesh.

With her first and middle finger she slowly, but firmly rubs my engorged clit and I arch my back, head falling back onto the pillow. My eyes fall shut and I can't help the loud, surprised groan that escapes me. Never letting up the pressure on my sensitized nerves, I feel her other hand probe my slit, one finger slipping inside. The foreign sensation is odd, but not uncomfortable (my manual masturbation usually consists of clitoral stimulation only). Her finger fits snugly, but comfortably inside me and I hitch my hips a bit, seeking a pleasurable angle.

She rubs at a swollen spot inside me which I can only assume is what's known as my 'g-spot' (which is actually an internal extension of my clitoris), crooking her finger to manipulate it. The feeling is indescribable. It doesn't provide the electric shots of pleasure, as I've heard, like the way it feels to rub my clit, but the desire is undeniable. It's as if laving attention onto that spot brings attention to the emptiness inside me and awakens a need for internal stimulation. I use my feet for leverage and rock my hips back onto her finger, circling in such a way that allows me to focus both on the circling pressure on my clit and the penetration.

A second finger forces its way inside me and my brows furrow in mild discomfort. It doesn't hurt, but it's tighter than before. Penny thrusts her fingers in and out, moving them around to encourage my natural elasticity. I try to relax my muscles and angle my pelvis to allow better access. Soon enough the two digits feel comfortable inside me, no longer feeling too tight a fit.

Penny removes her fingers, wiping them on the comforter then drizzles the lubricating jelly onto the protruding end of the strap-on, stroking it to spread the fluid along the shaft. She inches forward and positions the tip of the false-penis at my entrance, my muscles clenching in anticipation.

"Ask me to put my dick in you," Penny orders.

"What?" I ask, voice shaking.

"Ask me," she says again, "ask me to put my dick in your tight little pussy."

Okay? Obviously this ritual is for her benefit, but the sight of her flushed and undeniably aroused makes me want to please her, and if 'dirty talk' is what she wants from me, well...

"Put- put your... dick... in my- my tight... little- um," I lick my lips and try to force the unfamiliarly crude word out of my mouth despite my own discomfort.

"Pussy," she repeats encouragingly.

"Pussy," I mimic, forcing the word out and flushing deeply. Penny groans, though, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

"Good... We'll work on it," she promises, then slowly slides inside me. I groan at the breach, the dildo is bigger than her fingers were (but not by much; she was right when she said it was actually rather small. Also her fingers are quite large. Comparably.), and the fit is tight, but already I can feel myself adjusting to the size of it.

Slowly she slides it in and out of me, overcoming the inertia of my clenching muscles until the slide is smooth and welcoming. Reaching down, she switches on the vibrating function and I gasp, eyes flying open as I arch nearly off the bed.

"Yeah," Penny murmurs, "you like that." She speeds up, the rocking motion presumably forcing the other end of the strap-on inside her because her eyes drift closed and her hips seem to move all on their own, her hands keeping my thighs firmly apart.

Though her own eyes are clenched shut in pleasure, I keep mine open, watching the way she bites her lip, seeing sweat beading at her brow. Each thrust inside me is punctuated by an echoing bounce of her perky breasts. The movement is mesmerizing, and my hands move without my input to cup the soft curve of them, thumbs sliding over her hardened nipples.

"Oh!" she moans, one hand flying to cup over my own, encouraging me. I squeeze the soft globes and pinch and roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, trying to concentrate on Penny's pleasure even as she moves faster inside me. I can't keep quiet, every movement bringing about a new, unstoppable noise. I am constantly crying out, loudly though I can't control it. Penny too is making noises, so I don't feel too self conscious except for how out of character it is for me, how unexpected.

The slide and the grind of it winds me up further, the wet slurping and the slap of her harness against my pelvis obscene, but primally satisfying. In spite of it all, my orgasm is still a surprise when it happens.

I'm silent when I come, which is a contrast to how loud I had been up until that point. My eyes open wide, and I can feel how large my pupils are, my muscles are locked in a tense curve, and I clench and spasm around the toy inside me, still buzzing away. I expected it to be over-sensitive, the way my clit feels after I come, but instead I feel like I could ride this out forever and into another orgasm if I tried.

Penny herself hasn't stopped yet, but I can tell that she's getting closer. As my orgasm winds down, my internal muscles still clenching and releasing pleasurably, I relax back into the mattress and spread my legs further, giving Penny the space to find her pleasure in my body, whichever way she can.

Soon enough, she cries out, slumping a little as her hips circle on the vibrator, milking the orgasm from her.

Finally she turns off the vibrators and the sudden stillness startles me a little. She pulls out, the wet noise suddenly a lot grosser than it was before, now that my head isn't clouded with lust. Her fine motor skills are a little shot, and she fumbles with the buckles of her harness, but eventually manages to release it and slide it out of her.

With shaky legs, she gets up off the bed, digging around on the floor for her discarded t-shirt and a dirty pair of yoga pants that she slides on after wiping up with a baby-wipe she grabs off the table. She doesn't bother to put her bra or underwear back on.

I weakly follow her lead, slowly rolling out of her bed.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" she asks me perkily. I have no idea where she got that energy, considering she did most of the work. I nod anyway.

"Definitely. Definitely fun," I agree as I clean myself up with a wet-wipe, dipping the towelette between my legs and back where my come had dripped down into the crack of my buttocks. I snag a few more for my face, and one to mop up my sweat before I meticulously replace each piece of clothing.

I was expecting it to be awkward afterwards, but it's surprisingly comfortable, the silence we find ourselves in companionable. I can only assume this is because Penny is used to casual encounters like this, and has learned how to minimize discomfort.

We eventually end up back in the living room, Penny curled up on her end of the couch, flicking through the TV with her remote.

"We should do this again sometimes," Penny offers casually, glancing at me.

Like she even needs to ask.

"Yeah, sure," I say, smiling at her, pleased to see her mirroring a grin back at me.

Like I was ever going to say 'no'.