They had been roommates for about a week when the subject of dolls came up. “I named mine Tassa and Pissa,” Amy said.

“I don’t think mine had any names,” CeeCee confessed.

“That’s strange.”

“Maybe I just forgot.”

“I loved my dolls,” Amy said. “Even after Tassa’s head came off. Or maybe it was Pissa’s head came off.”

“How did that happen?”

“Maybe I was playing too rough. I mean they were playing too rough with each other.”

“What were they playing? Football?”

“Probably.”

“Did the stuffing come out?”

“Probably.”

“Where are your dolls now? Tassa and Pissa.”

“I don’t know. Lost I guess.”

“That’s too bad,” CeeCee said.

Amy said, “I still can’t believe you didn’t name your dolls.”

“Not everything has to have a name.”

“I suppose not,” Amy agreed.

CeeCee’s face brightened. “I have one thing with a name.”

“What?”

“Rex.”

“Is that your dog?”

CeeCee laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

CeeCee went to her closet. She rummaged for a bit and came back holding the vibrator. “Amy, meet Rex. Rex, meet Amy.” CeeCee switched Rex on. Rex hummed.

“You have one of those?” Amy said.

“Yeah. It works.”

The girls looked at each other.

“Want to try it?” CeeCee said. “Want me to try it on you?”

“I don’t know,” Amy said.

“It will be fun. Why not?”

“I’m not sure,” Amy said. “I’m still a...”

“Virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you might be.”

“Are you?”

“No.”

The girls didn’t say anything for a time.

“I have an idea,” CeeCee said. “You could be Tassa and I could be Pissa. We could be dolls.”

“You mean like puppets?”

“No. Well, a little like puppets. Like when I do this,” CeeCee said, moving her arms up, waving her hands, “it’s taking off your nightgown.”

“It is?”

“Yeah,” CeeCee said. She waved her hands some more, lifting her fingers.

Amy lifted her nightgown over her head.

“And when I do this,” Amy said, “It’s taking off your nightgown.”

CeeCee took off her nightgown.

“You have beautiful skin,” Amy said. “Come sit by me.”

CeeCee stepped across the narrow room. She sat on Amy’s bed. She touched Amy’s back. Her fingers traced down Amy’s spine.

“That feels good,” Amy said.

“I know,” CeeCee said. She continued to caress Amy.

Amy purred.

CeeCee reached around Amy’s body. Her hand found Amy’s breast. Her fingers found Amy’s nipple. It was soft but erect. Very gently CeeCee squeezed Amy’s nipple. She squeezed while with her other hand she stroked Amy’s spine.

“Touch yourself while I do this,” CeeCee said. “Touch yourself until you come.”

Amy touched herself while CeeCee squeezed her nipple and stroked her spine.

“Yes,” CeeCee whispered. “Come now. Come for me. Come.”

With a gasp, Amy came.

“God,” Amy whispered after some minutes. “That was so good. So intense. Better than Rex, I bet.”

The girls laughed.

“And you’re better than Tassa,” CeeCee said. “Your head even stayed on.”

CeeCee figured that Amy would agree
That she will soon lose her virginity.
But if that comes much later,
Rex, CeeCee’s vibrator,
Could fill the gap almost perfectly.

But to properly prepare her pussy,
Amy’s fingers furrow-fucked freely.
Her strokes did effuse
Chaste pussy juice,
Like that naughty doll, Gang-bang Barbie.

Poem by Ashley
Story and Illustrations by Mat