Their first buddy-system vibrator had been the one Lisa’s mom kept hidden at the bottom of her lingerie drawer. Lisa had found it one day while trying to sneak a couple of bucks from her mother’s purse and she’d grasped its purpose and use at first sight. She could hardly wait to share it with her friend, and they spent a wild, wicked afternoon in Lisa’s bedroom, fucking each other silly with the white plastic cylinder that bore a small degree of resemblance to a stiff, uncircumcised cock whose foreskin hadn’t retracted. First Lisa demonstrated on herself, to Holly’s uncontrollable delight, and then Holly took over, sliding the vibrator up her own young snatch with deceptive ease. When it was firmly inserted, naughty Lisa reached in and switched it on, and Holly almost went fucking crazy, flopping around on the bed as’ the sex tool hummed and buzzed inside her and her cuntal lining turned to drippy jelly. From that point it was only a step to using it on each other, and not a very big step at that, because, after all, Holly and Lisa had been fooling around with each other almost from the day puberty had begun to turn their bodies into magic playgrounds.

This was Lisa’s own private vibrator. She and Holly had each saved five dollars from their allowances and bought themselves a pair of matching vibrators at the novelty shop downtown. It was safer than sneaking around with Mrs.

Palmer’s-they’d used up three batteries the first day they played with it and she was bound to get suspicious eventually.

Holly handled the instrument with care. She’d practiced often enough with her own, on Lisa, on herself, and she knew how to use it. “Baby, with that thing in your hand, you’re almost as good as a man,” Lisa used to giggle while being reamed and buzzed from the inside out.