Hugh Kissasse - A Little Night Nookie

I managed to subtly drag the conversation around to the possibility that Dottie's marks were sliding because of psychological problems, end so on. She turned down the record player in the middle of a Doors piece, which meant she really wanted to hear more about her psychological problems, so I pressed on. Maybe her sex life was unfulfilled, I mentioned, off-handedly. She looked a little odd, and asked me whether mine was, since I talked so easily about it.

"Oh, well… " I said, mysteriously. "Hmm. I manage." Which led things around to how I managed. I was prepared for that one, too.

I had ordered the thing by mail weeks before, in fact, long before I managed to get Harold, and if I'd known how nice the real thing is, I'd never have bothered. Not that it wasn't adequate enough as a make-do, and certainly a lot more useful than those ridiculous candles. This thing was a rubber-covered vibrator, shaped like a thick finger, with a little electric motor and everything. Very clever, actually. The instructions said it was intended to massage gums or intimate, difficult to reach, orifices. Well, my gums were in great shape, but my orifices weren't so I tried it out, and it was fine… as a substitute, of course.

I had named it Charles, after an old friend of mine who vibrated a good deal too, and I had Charles right there in my bag, with fresh batteries and all. So, I brought him out.

I must digress, as they say, and mention that we were lounging around Dottie's room more or less fully dressed, the uniform of the day being blue jeans and shirts with the tall out. Dottie, being the spectacularly-brunette type, looks absolutely savage in a white shirt, especially since she has a tan, and besides, she has these perfectly pointed bazooms, twice the size of mine. They push out a white shirt with great effect.

Dottie took a look at Charles, and goggled.

"What a crazy lipstick!" she said.

"This is Charles, and he's no lipstick," I said, with dignity. "He's a boon to fretful females and worried women. Charles is everything a man ought to be but frequently isn't, and I don't have to mention Sam, do I?"

At which Dottie turned very pink, and giggled.

"Frankly, I'm very fond of Charles here," I told her. "But I'm an emancipated woman, and I'm not jealous, so I'll lend him to you. Your glands will get all toned up, and you'll feel like a new girl, you bet."

"What!" Dottie looked as if she were trying to be indignant. But curiosity won. It took a good bit more argument, but in a while, we were peeling our jeans, and undoing our blouses, for a little experimenting with Charles the magical electric dildo.

Dottie was blushing all over by the time she got bare-ass, which looked dandy with her tan; I must say I was just a little green-eyed with envy at those tits, too. I had seen them before, but they seemed to be growing every day.

"Just lie down over here, comfortable," I said, and jumped up next to her, "and let Auntie Honey show you how it's done. Now, here's his little button; he has three speeds, like this… slow." I pushed the button, and Charles uttered a lustful buzz. Dottie, lying on her back, with her naked tummy quivering, closed her eyes and looked scared.

I got right down to the point. I put Charles in among Dottie's thick furry bush, and worked him down to the crack, where her cit was hiding like a pink mouse in a field. I buzzed him against it, and she made a noise, WUH!

"That's his slow speed," I told her. "Now, medium…" I sped him up a bit, and her legs began to spread out, almost of their own accord. I worked Charles around, opening her cuntlips carefully, and popping back for another? visit to the clitoris from time to time, until Dottie was flopping wildly, and gasping, bending up and down in the middle.

"And now, for a sample of the high speed…" I said, and threw Charles into top gear; then I pushed him, buzzing madly, right up her wet, throbbing crack, and deep inside, working him in and out a little. Dottie yowled with joy, and grabbed at my hand, so I relinquished Charles; she pushed him all the way in, bouncing and squealing.

Watching, I was getting pretty hot myself, and I used my fingers, rolling around beside Dottie, and beginning to feel great. Suddenly, Dottie rolled over on top of me, and grabbed at me, along the upper thighs, Charles still buzzing away inside her like a faithful little electric stud; she came down on my opened slit, and her tongue ran down and up, flicking at my clitoris until I started to say, "Ooooogh, oogh!"

Suddenly, Dottie went into orgasmic knots, and poor Charles literally popped out, flying across the room as if he'd been fired from a gun; but as she bounced, she managed to get hold of my cit between her teeth, and nip. I went off like a living bomb myself, and we both rolled off the bed with a crash.

"Ooh!"

"Oh, far out!"

Beth of us lay, gasping, and getting our wits back together. It took awhile, but we managed it finally.

However, Charles, when we located him, was unsprung. He had collided with the wail, and he no longer buzzed on low, middle, or high gear. We dressed hurriedly, Dottie apologizing.

"Perfectly all right," I said. "I could fix him, but I've got something even better at home."

"Better?" Dottie's eyes got saucer-shaped. "How could it be better?"

I could have told her, but I'm clever, I am. Charles' demise fitted my plans perfectly.

"My Uncle George's going to be gone all weekend," I told her. "You come over, around nine-thirty, and I'll show you."

"How about your brother?" she asked. "Won't he be there?"

Won't he though, I thought. But I shook my head.

I happened to know Harold's plans to the letter, and where he was spending the evening, though he thought it was a secret. He was attending a lecture, at the YMCA, on guess what. Yes. S-E-X.

He was probably trying to find out what it was all about, as if any man could ever know that. It was probably due to his conscience, and I'm ever so glad I don't have one.

At any rate, Dottie showed up promptly and I led her upstairs.

"First thing we do," I told her, "is take a bath."

"But why?" he said. "Not that It wouldn't feel Dice… I'm awfully warm." She was damp, as a matter of fact. She had probably been unable to stop envisioning the mysterious whatzit that was better than Charles, and had gotten herself into a real work-up.

I simply looked mysterious, and we showered together. I took the opportunities offered, to tickle and pep her up a lot, because I knew there might be problems. Afterward, I wrapped each of us in a big towel and we went into Harold's room. She sat down on the bed, looking around with that kind of paralyzed curiosity about a boy's room that a girl gets; I dug into Harold's secret biding place, and came up with a whole library, as well as something else.

"Aha," I said. My brother's stash, a couple of dozen neatly rolled marijuana ciggies, something else that he didn't know I knew all about. I fetched out a lovely big joint.

"Let's turn on first," I said, and Dottie reluctantly agreed after a bit of lecturing about how it was perfectly safe. We dragged on the joint, and flipped through Harold's great collection of pictures and words; out of the corner of my eye, I could practically see Dot-tie starting to come to a slow, rolling boil, as she read on.

I glanced at the clock, and it was just about that time.

"Psst!" I said. "Quick, turn out the light!"

I had the girl hypnotized, I think, she was so quick about it, and asked hardly any foolish questions, and the pot had definitely taken effect, all right. She sat there in the dark, next to me, hunched up and giggling quietly, till I held my hand over her mouth. Harold was thumping up the stairs.

The sex lecture had blown his mind completely, as I thought it would; he went straight into the bathroom without passing through the bedroom, as I had hoped. From the sounds, he shucked his clothes in a single swoop, and jumped into the cold shower, per instructions of the YMCA expert. This was supposed to control the passions, according to their notions. Ha ha.. Cold showers just warm me up, as a matter of fact; but so do warm ones, and not bathing at all is a gas, too.