“No problem,” said green-hair. She carefully removed all our items from the gaudy card and plastic, then placed all the important bits in a carrier.
“I reckon that was a successful bit of retail therapy, don’t you?” said Gemma, as we finally left the shop.
“Mmm,” I replied. I was achingly moist and was very much looking forward to test driving ‘The Pink ‘Un’.
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Once we got back to our room, we spent an enjoyable few minutes, having a proper look at the sexy lingerie we’d bought, offering the various items up to our bodies in front of the mirror.
Then we set to and installed batteries into the four toys we’d bought between us. I switched on my pink one and touched it to my cheek, to feel the sensations it created. It wiggled around in a slightly comical way, but I could only imagine how that would feel when inside me.
I was getting desperate for some release. My session with Ben had satisfied me but had also left me wanting more. Much as I liked Gemma, I really, really wished I had the room to myself. I would have liked nothing better than to rip my clothes off, jump on the bed and then find out what my new mechanical friends were capable of.
“Hey, Gemma…” I faltered. “I don’t suppose you fancy disappearing somewhere for an hour, do you? Just that… well, I wouldn’t mind a bit of ‘alone time’, if you know what I mean?”
Gemma winced. “Oh, Char, I’m bloody desperate too. I’m sopping wet and really need to sort myself out too.”
With that, she unbuttoned the front of her jeans and shoved her hand down inside. She worked her fingers around for a few moments, then withdrew them and held her hand in front of her. Her fingers were glistening with moisture and when she separated them, a thin web string of sticky juice linked her digits. She seemed to almost forget I was there, as she sniffed them and then sucked them into her mouth, sighing softly.
Suddenly, with a pained look on her face, she ground her fingers into her crotch, over her jeans. “I need to come, Char. Preferably several times.”
I was on the verge of tears. Gemma was so much more confident and sexually worldly-wise than me. I had no doubt that she would have cheerfully stripped off and played with her toys, right there in front of me.
I could feel my eyes welling up. “Gemma, I can’t be brazen like you. I need to come too. But I can’t do it… masturbate… in front of you. It just wouldn’t feel right. I don’t think I could even do it in the bathroom, if I knew you were the other side of the door… I’m sorry.”
Gemma looked at me with doe eyes. I could see the longing and passion in her eyes, but it was mixed with what almost seemed a sense of pity for me in my dilemma, sorry for me that I didn’t have the courage to do, what I probably should… in other words, let go.
I sat down on the bed, feeling a bit upset and a little dejected. After a moment, Gemma sat down beside me and put her arm round my shoulders. She didn’t say anything, but just hugged me and put her other hand on my hand. I did briefly think about where those fingers had been, a minute earlier, but managed to refrain from pulling my hand away.
“Thing is, Gem, I’m not attracted to women sexually… I’d just feel uncomfortable doing private… intimate things in front of you. I’d just feel like I was crossing some sort of boundary…”
Gemma squeezed my hand. “It’s OK to feel like that, honestly. You know what you want to do, but you’re worried that you’ll be experiencing lesbian tendences, eh? Let me assure you, two girls playing with themselves in the same room, does not make you a lesbian!
“I’ll share with you, that I have had experiences with women… so I guess I’m Bi, at least to an extent.”
I turned to face Gemma. I suppose some surprise must have registered on my face and I subconsciously moved away from her slightly. Gemma pulled me back in and hugged my shoulders.
“Sweet Charlotte,” she said with a little smile, “I’m not trying to seduce you, silly. Besides, the few girl-girl experiences I have had, have been with a couple, not a woman on her own.”