I had just split with this guy I’d been seeing for a couple of months, and it hit me kind of hard.

I’d thought things were going well, but then he told me he was getting back together with some old girlfriend. To cheer me up, one of my friends invited me to a sex-toy party. Having never been to one, I jumped at the invitation.

I ordered quite a few items, including some I’d never seen before but had heard about. When the box arrived, I poured myself some wine, opened it up, and spread everything out on the coffee table. Just looking at the items made me horny, and I couldn’t wait to try out one of the vibrating dildos.

I had on panties and an oversize t-shirt left behind by my ex-boyfriend. I pulled off the panties, but left the shirt on. Then I inserted batteries in the dildo and turned it on, testing out the different levels of intensity. What a blast, I thought, as I touched the tip to my clit and felt the thrill of the vibration right to my core. My pussy was wet, just craving a good fucking, as I was way overdue. I’d just pushed the dildo into my wanton cunt when the doorbell rang.

Startled by the sudden noise, I froze with the vibrating dildo still half-way in my cooch. Just then I remembered I hadn’t locked the front door and that my best friend was supposed to stop by to return some money I’d lent her.

I was able to remove the vibe from my twat, but didn’t have enough time to sweep the rest of the toys off the table and under the rug, so to speak.

Tracy walked into the living room as I was stuffing my panties and the dildo between the sofa cushions. Judging by the smirk on her face, she’d caught the tail end of my not-so-sleight-of-hand movements. Then she took in the various objects on the table.

“Having a little playtime, are we?” she asked, picking up the butt plug and flipping it up in the air, then catching it one-handed before setting it back on the table.

I was at a loss for words, and, in the ensuing silence, the low rumble of the dildo, which I’d neglected to turn off, could still be heard. Tracy came toward me and pulled out the dildo, which was still covered with traces of my cunt juice.

“I see you’ve already been testing this one,” she said. Then, to my surprise, she brought the dildo to her lips and licked a path from the base to the head, before expertly deep-throating the whole thing.

“Let’s see how well this baby works,” she added, taking a seat next to me on the sofa.

Still stunned at having been caught masturbating in the middle of the day, I didn’t protest when Tracy removed my shirt, pushed me back against the

arm of the sofa, and spread my legs. I watched as she greedily licked the dildo, getting it good and slick, and then she slid a finger inside me. I moaned and pushed my hips, trying to get more of her finger in me, but she quickly replaced it with the vibrating dildo and slowly fucked me with it.

I couldn’t believe my best friend was fucking me, nor could I get over how amazing and satisfying it felt. She knew just how to work it, and all the right spots to hit. I cupped my breasts, teasing and twisting my nipples as she steadily thrust the vibe in and out, cooing and telling me how good she was going to make me feel, how hard she was going to make me come, and any initial reservations or embarrassment I’d felt at having been caught became a very distant memory. I was lost in the lustful sensations she was drawing out of me, and ultimately I surrendered to the near-violent orgasm that ripped through my body.

When I was able to focus again, Tracy was smiling at me, and the only thing I could think to do was pull her toward me for a passionate kiss that went on and on, until we were both completely naked.

When we stopped, it was to look over the rest of my purchases and select something else to try. Unfortunately, we exhausted ourselves before we’d gotten through half of them, but Tracy and I figured we could set aside a little playtime over the next few days, so I’m sure I’ll have more toy stories to write about.