Amanda’s hairdresser, Jen, has always been her confidante, champion and supporter—nothing short of someone she would call a “friend.” But when Jen discovers Amanda’s first gray hair at a routine appointment, it prompts a re-examination of more than just Amanda’s roots. As the two women commiserate about the dangers of getting older, they discover more in common than bad boyfriends—and a day of beauty and pampering turns into a night of sexual discovery and pleasure.
Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 5,000 words)
Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!
Jen laughed, stretching out on the bed beside me on her belly, mirroring my posture, kicking her feet up behind her. “Well, who needs them?”
“Men?” I smiled.
“Yeah.” She turned her face to me, her eyes bright, curious. We were both more than a little drunk. “Tell me the truth—who do you have better orgasms with, Tom or your vibrator?”
“Well…” I pretended to consider this, but there was really only one answer.
She grinned. “Yeah, me too.”
“What kind of vibrator do you have?” I pushed the photo album aside, turning toward her.
“Want to see it?” Her offer caught me off guard, making my heart race, but I wasn’t about to turn her down.
She went to the place every girl keeps her vibrator—her underwear drawer—and pulled it out, looking both a little shy and a little proud. I had a few vibrators of my own, simple, streamlined things, but this was a monster, at least a foot long with a bright pink dick-head and what looked like—I swear to god—a rabbit attached to the base.
“Damn, girl—that’s not a vibrator, that’s a party in your pants!”
“It feels soooo good.” Jen’s eyes sparkled as she sat next to me on the bed, still holding the thing. Up close, I could see all the buttons and controls at the base, and yes, that was a little silicone rabbit attached. “Want to try it?”
“Are you serious?” I was just asking to be sure. My pussy was already soaking wet from being around her all night long.
Jen’s shoulders sagged and she started to get up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“No, wait.” My hand on her arm was electric, like we’d completed a circuit the moment I touched her. “I want to. I want to but…”
“I just wish we had two. So we could both… you know…” I flushed. There was no sense not going forward with it now. “Otherwise it might be awkward.”
“I doubt that, but you’re in luck.” She smirked, handing me the pink vibrator and going back to her underwear drawer. She pulled out another vibrator, this one more familiar to me. Just a plain flesh-colored dildo with a simple dial control at the bottom. “This one isn’t quite as fun as that one, but it’ll do.”
She took the initiative, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them over her slim hips. She was gorgeous, every glorious inch of her. Her panties were gone in an instant, revealing the truth she’d stated earlier—Jen wasn’t a real blonde at all. Her pussy was nicely trimmed, though—what else could you expect from a hairdresser?—a neat little landing strip on top and completely shaved down below.
I wanted to see her breasts too, but she was already climbing onto the bed, shoving the photo albums to the floor and stretching out beside me. I’d been too stunned by the sight of her to do anything with the vibrator in my hand, but when she spread her legs and turned hers on, I remembered my own.
“Ohhhh yes.” Her eyes closed as she teased the fake cock head between her smooth lips, the buzz of it filling the room. “So good.”