Home Alone, Part Three

“What, you’ve never noticed the beefcake calendars before,” Caroline said, laughing at her.

They were in Spencer’s Gifts, looking for a gag gift for one of their friends. Riley had turned a corner and ran into the adult part of the story. While she had noticed the calendars, that wasn’t why her eyes were wide in a eureka moment. Amongst the assortment of adult friendly games and accessories were a stack of boxes labeled ‘Personal Massager’. Judging by the picture on the front, they were very, very personal massagers.

They sell vibrators at the mall, she thought, dumbfounded, not that I could buy one. Even the most jaded employee probably wouldn’t sell sex toys to a twelve year old.

She eyed the toys longingly. If she had her own, she wouldn’t have to wait for her parents to have date night to borrow her step-sister’s. She could use it every night if she wanted to, and she probably would. Ever since that first time, she had been hooked. Even to the point of taking her electric toothbrush to bed with her a few nights ago. It had felt good but just wasn’t the same as the vibrator. It wasn’t shaped right and didn’t vibrate hard enough.

Sighing heavily, she left the section, went to where Caroline was looking at T-shirts. Poking through the display, she really wasn’t seeing the shirts. Her mind was still on the sex toys.

A resounding crash from the front of the store made her jump and she looked to see a pretty blonde girl standing in a circle of broken shot glasses. She looked freaked out, near tears. The cashiers came over to examine the damage. They became very friendly, helpful when they saw how attractive the girl was.

Riley looked around the store, blinking. Everyone’s attention- even Caroline’s- was on the scene. No one was watching the store and no one was in the adult section. Thinking fast, she hurried to the display. With one more look around to make sure no one was watching, she slipped one of the vibrators into her purse. She had been quick enough that Caroline hadn’t even noticed she had left her side.

Her heart was racing in her chest and she was breathing funny. Was she really going to steal something? The vibrator in her purse weighed guiltily on her shoulder. Still, she knew it was the only way she could get one.

“Ditzy chick,” Caroline said, turning to Riley and grinning, “knocked over a whole rack of shot glasses.”

“The clerks don’t seem too upset,” Riley said, trying to keep her voice even. It wasn’t easy, the adrenaline flowing through her body.

“They are too busy looking down her blouse when she bends over,” Caroline said, shaking her head, “I can’t wait until my boobs grow in.”

“So clerks can look down your blouse,” Riley asked, laughing.

“Something like that,” she grinned.

“They do seemed to get you better service. That poor guy wants to check out but can’t get any attention because the clerks are drooling over her.”

“If we’d knocked over those glasses,” Caroline said, whistling, “we would have been booted so far out of the store we’d ended up in Barnes and Noble.”

Laughing, Riley said, “You are probably right. We don’t have enough to stuff a c-cup between us.”

“Let’s get out of here. I’m not seeing anything I like. I think we are just going to have get her a real gift, instead.”

They headed for the exit. Riley drew a sharp breath when she saw the two white poles on either side of the exit. They detected radio tags placed on merchandise, to prevent theft. She had forgotten about them, hadn’t planned for them in her impromptu heist of a personal massager. No big deal unless you were walking around with stolen goods in your purse, like Riley. She balked, wanted to return the toy to the adult section. She couldn’t, without drawing attention to herself.

One of the clerks glanced up as they passed and she swore he knew. It was his eyes, so suspicious. Then he smiled and said, “Thanks for coming to Spencer’s.”

She nodded, still felt she had been found out. She expected him to abandon the mess to follow her to the exit. He’d tackle her when alarm started blaring, turning her into a spectacle of epic proportions. Nothing could be worse for a girl her age than being embarrassed at the mall. Then there would be the awkward conversation in the back about why she was stealing sex toys. Her parents would be called, then she’d have an even more uncomfortable talk about why she needed a vibrator in the first place.

The exit loomed closer and each step made her guts roil even more. Her palms were sweating and she couldn’t breath. If she looked half as guilty as she felt she did, she’d be stopped at any moment.

Cringing, she passed between the white poles, waiting for the blaring alarms. She was a good five feet passed it before she realized they weren’t going to go off, that she had escaped the store with her stolen goods, unnoticed.

Exhilarated by her theft, she wanted to laugh and celebrate, but couldn’t. She wasn’t completely out of the woods, yet. She still had to get out of the mall and home. She had to find a place to hide her new toy. Still, she felt the hard part was done.

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In her bedroom, she pulled the box out of her purse. Her fingers were shaking as she opened it and spilled the contents out on the bed. It was shiny and black, almost an exact twin of her step-sisters. Seeing it there on her comforter, she giggled excitedly.

“I really have a vibrator,” she said, doing a little celebration dance.

She slipped the toy under her pillow, still needing to find a hiding place for it. The box, she ripped into tiny pieces so small that she couldn’t see any of the images on its sides anymore. This went into her trashcan, buried deep under the other trash.

Spinning in a circle, she looked for a good hiding place. It had to be easily accessed but clever enough not to be discovered. She kind of wished she had jewelry box like Rebecca’s, but she didn’t have enough jewelry to warrant a box.

She thought about just putting it in her underwear drawer, under all of her panties, but figured that wouldn’t work. Every now and then, her stepmother would put her clothes away after washing them. Plus, the poor woman had been put through the wringer by her daughter, was prone to random bouts of searching around the house for contraband. These searches were usually limited to her own progeny’s room but Riley didn’t want to chance it.

Down on her knees, she looked under her desk for somewhere she could attach the vibrator. Nothing obvious jumped out at her. She checked her bedside stand, but nothing there, either. She quickly dismissed the bed, figuring it would be one of the first places searched.

Getting up, she at on the bed. Frowning, she looked around the room, again. She had to have missed something. She got up and went to her closet. Looking at her clothes, she didn’t see anything that grabbed her attention. There was a shelf for storage but she figured it was another place that would be searched first.

Frustrated, she closed the door.

“There has to be something,” she said, out loud.

Then she spotted her bedside lamp. Tilting her head to one side, she went to it, turned it over. She had knocked it over once, knew the base was hollow on the bottom. She saw it was about the right size to accept the toy. Pulling it from under the pillow, she slipped it inside. It fit with very little wiggle room.

“Huh,” she said, standing the lamp up with the toy inside, “This could work.”

She’d need something to cover the hole in the bottom, but the lamp offered the best hiding place she’d found. Plus, it was conveniently located, less than a foot from her bed. Anytime she wanted it, it was in arm’s reach.

She grinned at that thought.

Now, all she needed was some C-batteries. There was a bulk package of them in the laundry room. She hurried downstairs, nearly collided with Rebecca coming out of the kitchen.

“Easy, kid,” the teen said, just getting out of the way, “what’s the rush?”

“Sorry,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly.

Shrugging, the teenager headed to the living room. Since she was grounded for a month, it was about the only place she could go. She been caught sneaking back into the house after being out all night.

She found the batteries and headed back upstairs. Liberating her vibrator from its hiding place, she fiddled with it until she figured out how to get the back off to put the batteries in. She screwed the knob back on, then twisted it. The toy came buzzing to life and she had to smile. It had been a momentous day- her first shoplifting, followed by her first sex toy. It was a busy day for a twelve year old girl.

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Finally, her parents were asleep, judging by the duo of snores coming from their room. She was pretty sure that Rebecca was asleep, her room dark and quiet. Unfortunately, the teenager didn’t snore like a bear with a sinus condition like her parents, so she couldn’t be sure.

She had ‘used the bathroom’ a few minutes ago, her cover for doing a reconnoiter of the upstairs. That is how she knew she was finally clear to use her new toy, something she’d been nearly bursting with excitement to do all afternoon, ever since she stole it from Spencer’s. She had turned her light out at ten, her bedtime. It had been torture, just waiting in the dark for her chance. By eleven she couldn’t wait any more.

Even with her parents and step-sister asleep, she’d have to be quiet. Last thing she wanted was for her parents to hear a suspicious buzzing sound coming from her room and come to investigate.

She hoped the hum of the air condition would cover the sound of the vibrator and any noise she made.

Liberating her vibrator from its hiding place, she had to smile. It was cool and smooth in her hand, felt sexy to touch. Just holding it made her pulse race and her breathing became shallow and fast. That telling warmth spread between her thighs and her juices began to flow as she became aroused.

On the lowest setting, the toy only made the slightest buzzing sound, low enough she was confident it wouldn’t be heard outside of her room. One more click and the buzzing grew louder, but still shouldn’t carry far. She didn’t want to try her luck with the last setting. Besides, the second setting seemed more than enough to get the job done.

“Get the job done,” she said out loud, giggling.

She started to just pull her panties aside then giggled, again. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, she pulled them down, put her legs up in the air and slipped them off completely. On a second thought, her sleep shirt joined the panties on the floor until she lay naked atop her comforter. The cool air tickled her bare skin and she shivered deliciously. Being naked made this seem so much more naughty and, therefore, all the more exciting. She had to bite back a nervous giggle.

The plastic was cool when it touched her young sex, slipped between its soft, hairless folds to find her tender bud. She sighed as it sent shivers through her. The last two times she had done this had taught her that pressure made a world of difference. A little and it tickled; a little more and it felt incredible.

She giggled at her own carnal knowledge. Pressing the vibrating shaft firmly against her clit, she moaned. Her hips began to gyrate, rubbing the toy back and forth. She bit her lip to keep her quiet. It wasn’t easy, it felt so good.

When she was ready, she eased the toy lower, let it slip into her wet pussy. It filled her up just like her step-sister’s but she was ready for it this time. Her body drew it in deep, sucked at it greedily. She loved how it felt inside of her, had to bite her lip so hard to keep quiet that she almost drew blood.

Taking deep breaths to control herself, she slipped the vibrator in and out slowly. Her body went crazy, writhing with each thrust. Again, she thought this must be how sex felt. It gave her a little thrill, thinking like that.

She remembered the myriad of positions described in great detail in the romance novel she had read, wondered if it felt any different in a different position. Shrugging, she rolled onto her stomach, pushed to her hand and knees. It was a bit awkward because she reached back between her thighs to push the vibrator in and out. A little frustrated by how ungainly it felt, she had an epiphany. Turning around, she put her ass to her headboard, held the toy against the wood, then eased back onto it. It seemed a lot easier this way, pushing backwards to sink the toy deep into her slick core, then easing forward to pull it out.

“Doggy style,” she said, giggling. That was what the romance novel had called this position, probably because it was how dogs did it. Whatever the reason for its name, it felt really nice, the toy hitting a different part of her vagina. She found that by changing the angle of her back, she could hit different spots. She found one that felt so good she had to put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. It was like there was a magic button on the stomach side of her girlhood that sent shock waves of pleasure through her every time the vibrator pushed it.

It felt so good that it didn’t take long for tension to start building in her body, a feeling she was becoming familiar with. She knew she was about to orgasm, her body rocketing toward release. Her body lost all grace and she had to really focus on pushing back against the toy. It was worth the effort when she suddenly stiffened with her climax. A sharp hiss escaped her, then her body went crazy, shaking like a leaf. Her body jerked forward, off of the vibrator, its buzzing too much a sweet torture on her now very sensitive sex.

“Oh, wow,” she giggled.

She wondered if the other positions in the book were as much fun as doggy style. Giggling, she figured out how she could be ‘on top’. She pulled a pillow between her legs, held the toy vertical so she could ease down onto it.

Gasping, she learned something; She had to wait a while after having an orgasm before putting it back in. The pleasure had been instantaneous and almost painfully intense. She bounded up off it like it had burned her, her eyes wide in surprise.

She waited a few minutes, then tried it, again. It was okay, this time. Still a little sensitive from her last orgasm, the vibrator did wonderful things for her. She eased down onto it until it was nearly all the way inside of her. It bumped something deep inside of her and she grimaced at the nauseating pain. She didn’t go so deep the next time.

She moaned, moving up and down on the shaft. Her free hand crept up to play with her breasts, which bounced with her every movement. She teased her nipples across the palm of her hand, making her sigh and arch her back.

Curious what else felt good to be touched, she let her hand roam over her young body. Her caresses left her skin tingling in their wake.

“This is so good,” she said, out loud but just barely. She wasn’t sure who she was telling, but felt she had to share.

A little sheen of sweat glistened on her pneumatic body and she was panting from her exertion. Being on top was a lot more work than just laying on her back. Her thighs and buttocks were beginning to burn from the effort, but she didn’t stop. Already the tension was returning.

Even though she had felt it coming, her orgasm still startled a cry from her. She managed to bite it off before it really got started, but she still cringed. In a panic, she eased off the toy, shut it off. Holding her breath, she tried to listen for approaching foot steps but couldn’t hear over her pulse pounding in her temples. Just to be safe, she crawled under the comforter. Dreading her door opening and the light snapping on, she waited for what seemed an eternity.

No one came, her cry unnoticed. Eventually she relaxed, could enjoy the delicious feeling in her body. She let out her pent up breath in a sigh of relief, which quickly turned into a nervous giggle.

“That was too close,” she muttered, throwing the comforter back. She was too hot to be covered up. Standing up on her wobbly legs, she went to stand in front of the air conditioner. She shivered as its cool breath found her sweat-slick skin, goose flesh breaking out on her body. It felt so good.

When she’d cooled down, she slipped back into her panties and T-shirt, wiped off her vibrator and put it up, then slipped into bed. She pulled the covers around her, closed her eyes…and couldn’t sleep. Adrenaline was still coursing through her from finally getting to play with her new toy and the little incident at the end when she cried out in ecstasy.

She had a feeling it would be awhile before she was ready to doze off.

Continue to Part Four

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