Chapter 25

Kiersten said, “What’s the matter? Are you embarrassed? I just made out with a girl and played with her boobs while you watched!”

“He’s sound asleep by now,” Jamie said. “Besides, he said he would close his door, so he won’t hear anything unless you get loud.”

There was silence for a moment, and then Melody said, “You’d better be right. I do want to try it out.”

“We’re not stopping you,” Kiersten laughed.

“All right. I was going to show you guys this anyway,” Melody said. “I treated myself to a birthday present this morning. I was sick of shaving all the time and still not feeling really smooth.”

“You got waxed?” Kiersten asked. “Your little kitty always had that nice red fur. I think red pubes are cute, but that does look great.”

“I went to the same place Mom does. I remember the first time I saw her without any hair, I thought it looked really good.”

“Take your top off, too.” Jamie said.

“What, you want to see my little boobies?”

“Consider it part of the dare.”

“If I had a rabbit vibe, I’d want to be able to play with my tits while I used it. Don’t be a prude. Jamie, maybe we can make her more comfortable.”

“We should get naked, too?” Jamie asked. “Sure.”

Melody asked, “What’s on the label? ‘Sweet Vanilla’?”

“It’s edible.”

“Why?”

Jamie mused, “Maybe so your lover can use the vibe on you and go down on you afterward.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice to me,” Kiersten said. “Go ahead, Melody. You told me you lost your cherry horseback riding, so you should be able to take the whole thing.”

“I guess that’s when it happened. I know I bled the time I got thrown and broke my wrist. Mom’s dildos never hurt. Okay, here goes.”

Lying in my bed, I pictured pixie Melody, her reddish-blond hair draped over her petite tits, her slender, pale legs spread, her pussy bare and slippery with lube, a toy in her hand, and her luscious nude friends crowded around to watch. Just the snippets of conversation I heard made me wish I was down there to watch. Or, better still, to help.

“Melody, you just changed the game. It’s my turn, and I’m not giving you a choice. Dare. There’s a tube of lube in the bottom of the box your vibe came in. Use it.”

“Are you crazy? Here? Now? With you guys watching and your dad upstairs?”

Kiersten said, “What’s the matter? Embarrassed? I just made out with Jamie and played with her boobs while you watched! We’ve all seen each other naked before.”

“Dad said he would close his door, and he’s sound asleep by now.”

There was silence for a moment. Then Melody said, “You’d better be right. I do want to try it out.”

“We’re not stopping you.”

“All right. I was going to show you two something anyway. I treated myself to a birthday present. I was sick of shaving and still not feeling really smooth.”

“You got waxed?” Kiersten exclaimed. “Your red pubes were cute, but that does look great.”

“I went to the same place Mom does. I remember the first time I saw her without any hair, I thought it looked really good.”

“Take your top off, too.” Jamie said.

“What, you want to see my little boobies?”

“Consider it part of the dare.”

“If I had a rabbit vibe, I’d want to be able to play with my tits while I used it. Don’t be a prude. Jamie, maybe we can make her more comfortable.”

My daughter answered, “We should get naked, too? Sure.”

Melody asked, “What’s on the label? ‘Sweet Vanilla’?”

“It’s edible.”

“Why?”

Jamie mused, “Maybe so your lover can use the vibe on you and then lick you.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice to me,” Kiersten said. “Go ahead, Melody. You told me you lost your cherry horseback riding, so you should be able to take the thing.”

“I guess that’s when it happened. I know I bled the time I got thrown and broke my wrist. Mom’s dildos never hurt. Okay, here goes.”

Lying in my bed, I pictured pixie Melody, her reddish-blond hair draped over her petite tits, her slender, pale legs spread, her pussy bare and slippery with lube, a toy in her hand, and her luscious nude friends crowded around. The snippets of conversation I heard made me wish I was down there to watch. Or, better still, to help.