Home Alone, Part Four

“So your sister actually smiled?”

Riley had to laugh that that was the first question Caroline had after hearing about what she’d found on Rebecca’s computer. Not ‘Your sister is a lesbian?’ or ‘Why hide the videos so well?’ or even ‘Why are you still sneaking into your sister’s room?’

It was the weekend, which meant no school. The girls were in Riley’s room, sitting on her bed. Talk had turned to Riley’s being home alone and her brand of mischief. She’d left out the whole vibrator thing, figuring that was just too much ammunition to give her friend. The girl already cut her to shreds with her off-beat sense of humor as it was.

“Really? That is what you want to know after hearing the story?”

“What,” Caroline said, then laughed, “I don’t find it hard to believe your sister is a lesbian or that she’d be into older chicks. Now, her smiling…”

“Wow,” Riley said, laughing.

“Girl probably has scowl lines when she sleeps,” Caroline said.

Riley could picture her with a sour face half hidden by her pillow. She grinned.

Caroline returned it, trying to smile without showing her teeth. She’d just gotten braces, was self- conscious of her smile with all the metal glued to it. So, she tried to hide them and smile at the same time, which actually made her look a lot goofier than if she just flashed her new bling. Riley shook her head, laughing.

“What,” Caroline asked.

“You need to get over this braces thing. You look half retarded trying to smile like that,” Riley said.

“Gee thanks,” the girl said, trying not to smile.

“So you have braces. In a few years, you’ll have a smile to make the boys drool.”

“Is that a good thing,” Caroline asked, making Riley laugh, “If I want to be drooled on, I’ll play with Roofus.”

Roofus was her hounddog and second best friend. Riley was holding onto the first spot by her fingertips. The dog was steep competition. She loved the pooch almost as much as Caroline did.

The gentle ribbing wasn’t getting the job done, so Riley had to step up her game. She pounced on the girl, started tickling her. Knowing all the places she was ticklish, she had the girl giggling and writhing in no time. Her efforts were rewarded with a real smile from her friend.

“There,” she said, still straddling the giggling girls stomach, “that is a real smile. You kind of rock the braces anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Caroline said, smiling up at her, “Are you going to get off of me? You are getting heavy. What have you been eating?”

“Comments like that and I’ll just stay here,” Riley said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

Caroline had other ideas, her body surging up and toppling her off of her. Squealing in surprise, Riley landed on her back, her arms flailing out. One smacked into her lamp, knocking it over. She squealed again when her friend crawled atop her and got a little revenge on her ribs. Giggling and squirming, she resisted but Caroline had the upper hand.

“Okay, okay,” Riley said, holding up her hands, “I give up.”

Both girls were giggling and out of breath as Caroline got off of her.

“I think we killed your lamp,” Caroline said, getting off the bed.

Riley looked and saw her lamp on the floor in two pieces, shook her head, “It was already broken. Should be fine.”

She picked it up, put it back together, and turned it on. The light came on and she said, “See, good as…”

Her words dried up when she saw her friend holding her vibrator and her face turned scarlet. Caroline’s eyes were wide in surprise when she looked at Riley. Seeing her blushing, her surprise turned to amusement.

“This yours?”

“No. Never seen it before. Must have come with the lamp.”

Caroline laughed, “Must have been a helluva promotion.”

“Fine, it’s mine,” Riley said, laughing.

“This is going to be a good story,” Caroline said, coming to the bed.

“Oh God,” Riley said, her face hot.

“Why is there a vibrator in your lamp?”

With no better option, she told her friend the whole story of her first night left alone, about finding her step-sister’s vibrator in the jewelry box and trying it out. She figured now was the best time to get the rest of the story out, so she went ahead and told her about stealing the vibrator from Spencers.

She wrapped it up with, “I needed somewhere to hide it, so… The lamp.”

“Wow,” Caroline said, smiling, “Shame on you for not telling me in the first place.”

“I figured you’d tease me,” Riley said.

“Oh, I’m going to, but you should have told me, anyway.”

Riley laughed, nodded to the vibrator still in her friend’s hand, “Can I put that away before my parents check on us?”

“How does it feel,” Caroline asked, not relinquishing it.

“Incredible,” Riley said, then laughing at her own expense, “Good enough to risk getting caught stealing it.”

“My friend,” Caroline said, grinning, “shoplifter of sex toys. Wild girl, this one.”

“Shut up,” Riley laughed.

“How does it work?”

“Turn the knob on the top,” Riley said.

Caroline turned it and the toy came buzzing to life. She laughed as it vibrated in her hand, “That feels funky.”

“Feels good… Other places.”

Laughing, her friend said, “I bet it does.”

“Can I put it away now?”

“Hold on,” Caroline said, then, “Do you think… Could I… You know.”

“You want to try it?”

“Would that be weird? Using your vibrator?”

“I guess not, if you keep your shorts on,” Riley said, then grinned, “You don’t get to make fun of me if you do.”

“Sure I do,” Caroline said, laughing, “You still stole a sex toy. What, were you too good to use your fingers like other girls our age? What happened to molesting your teddy bear? You still dry humping that thing?”

“Sometimes I wonder about this ‘share everything with your best friend’ thing,” Riley said, laughing, “All I seem to get is grief.”

“Yes, but it is grief lovingly offered,” Caroline said, sweetly.

“Yeah, right,” Riley said, but suspected it was true, “Anyway, when you try it, you’ll see there isn’t any comparison between your fingers and the toy. Or dry humping a teddy bear, as you so eloquently put it, for that matter.”

Shrugging, Caroline pressed the toy to the crotch of her shorts. She laughed and squirmed, pressing her thighs together. Pulling the toy away, she said, “It just tickles.”

“Put a little pressure on it,” Riley said, blushing when her friend gave her a look, “Just do it.”

Caroline did as she said, pressed the toy firmly against her girlhood. Her eyes widened and she gasped as the vibrations found her tender bud. Riley laughed at her expression of surprise, then nodded knowingly. The moan that slipped from her friend’s slack mouth told her she had figured it out.

“Whoa, that feels good,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Told you,” Riley said, then, “Can I show you something?”

“What?”

She took the toy from her friend, rubbing it back and forth against her sensitive clit. Caroline moaned, her hips gyrating on their own. Her breathing quickened and grew shallow. Riley knew she was enjoying what she was doing to her.

Blinking, that phrase hit home, ‘doing to her’. She was using the vibrator on her best friend. Blushing, she said, “You better take over. This must look kind of weird.”

“Feels good, though,” Caroline moaned, making no move to take the toy from her. Soft sounds of enjoyment escaped her.

“Seriously, take over,” Riley said.

“Why,” Caroline said, smiling playfully at her, “You are doing fine.”

Blinking in surprise, she realized her friend wanted her to continue using the vibrator on her. She met her eyes, raised her eyebrows questioningly.

Caroline laughed, “What? It feels good.”

“Yeah, but…”

“If it bothers you so much, then stop,” Caroline said, then moaned. Her body was writhing under the vibrator’s assualt on her young pudendum.

There was a challenge in her tone, a taunt that Riley rose to even though she recognized it for what it was. She shook her head at how easily her friend could twist her arm, said, “Oh God! Fine, but it never leaves this room.”

“I’m okay with that,” she breathed, grasped handfuls of the sheets, “Just don’t stop.”

Watching Caroline’s body undulate against the sex toy, she remembered the videos on her step-sister’s computer, the lesbian porn. She had thought the twisting and flexing of their bodies as they tangled naked on the bed had been sensual, erotic. She saw the same thing, now, as Caroline’s body responded to the pleasure washing through her. Again, she thought there was something sexy about the graceful roll of her hips, the clenching of her stomach.

As she had in her step-sister’s room, she wondered about her own thoughts.

“Keep it down. You are getting a little loud,” Riley said, glancing at the door.

“I can’t help it. God, it feels so good,” she moaned.

“Here. Use this,” Riley said, handing her a pillow. She took it, used it to muffle her cries of ecstasy. She flopped onto her back, her legs opening wide to give Riley easier access.

Looking down at her, Riley had to smile and shake her head. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Still, she didn’t want to stop.

Caroline’s back arched off the bed and she had to squeeze the pillow tight to her face to smother her cries. Riley had to smile, knew the toy was torturing her young body. She felt a flush of heat between her own thighs, thinking about the delicious buzzing of the vibrator.

Her friend’s hips started jerking, her body losing all of its grace. Riley’s eye widened as she realized she was about to come. She bore down with the vibrator, pushed her closer to the edge then over it. Caroline stiffened then, her cry of release loud enough to be clear through the pillow. Riley pulled the vibrator away as her body began to jerk. Then, grinning mischieviously, she couldn’t resist putting it back. She heard her friend gasp through the pillow, leaned across her body so she couldn’t escape the vibrator. A second orgasm hit her and finally Riley let her off the hook.

“My God,” Caroline said, pulling the pillow from her face. She looked dazed as she smiled at Riley, “You weren’t kidding. That was amazing!”

“Now do you see why I stole one?”

“Yeah,” she said, then laughed, “I’m stealing yours when I leave.”

Continue to Part Five

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