I had been masturbating for a couple of weeks, at that point. I had fallen in love with my lunch break between classes, when I would get the change to make my way back home to lock myself away in the bedroom. Justin was wondering what I had been up to when I stopped going to lunch with him, as we did nearly everyday. Amy had suggested the vibrator of choice, with its ticklers to land on my clit, and its handle to quiver inside me. Everyday was the same, however; I would pop in
Justin’s porno that he had no idea I had been watching, pinch, lick, and blow on my tits to harden them, and then give my little secret toy all the passage into my sex that my perverted mind
desired. Sometimes, I would get so frustrated and antsy that I would show the entire thing into my body to pulsate inside me, or I would push it as hard against my clit as I possibly could. Sometimes, I was even left sore.

Over time, it wasn’t enough; it was time to order a new edition. I had been watching Justin’s porn
just to be watching it to see what I could learn to pleasure myself even more. In one of his nastier
DVDs, I saw things I was curious to try. One in particular had a woman whose husband bought her an array of toys; among them, an inflatable butt plug. I was nervous, but my inquisitiveness
overcame it. That night, I made my way over to my computer with my credit card in hand, and I ordered a pretty little pink one, one that wouldn’t actually stay little. I couldn’t wait to get it, literally so to the point that I bought an express delivery package to go with it. I celebrated my new
purchase by masturbating with my vibrator each day at lunch. The day came, and with it, me. The FEDex man came to my door once again, gave me a, “Have a
good day,” just as he did before, and I made my way into the bedroom to play. I locked the door behind me, stripped down to
nothing but my black lace bra and panties, and popped in my porno. I went directly to the woman
whose husband had bought out the store for her. I
watched closely to see exactly how it was done.

However, being the apprehensive person that I am, I had to warm myself up first. I rubbed my
tits through my bra first and then let it fall to the floor. I salivated onto my fingers and blew on my
tits to erect them as much as possible. Over the course of the weeks, they had begun to grow sore, which made rubbing and pinching them even better. After they were fully erect, I continued to roll them between my fingers. I was so wet. I reached down and gathered up some of my juices
to rub onto my nipples, licking off what was left on my fingers. God, it felt amazing. It didn’t take me
long to figure out that I was one of a breast fetish. Sometimes in class, sitting in the back where I did, I would cross my arms so that no one could see, and I would just massage my nipples through my
shirt. God forbid anyone ever see me doing it.

I had been watching the man and his wife for quite some time by then. I was eager to get to my
new toy. My throbbing sex was begging to be abused, and I couldn’t wait to see what it would
feel like to have that plug in my ass. But I was determined to play it out just like in the movies, so I waited. When I followed along with the screen, I could pretend like I was there and some man was taking advantage of my arousal. When I saw the man reach for the plug, I paused it to open my package, desperate to get busy. My excitement had become too much for me to handle, and I had to release it. I slipped off my panties and turned the movie back
on. The girl had been turned on her stomach, but when I tried to push my plug in at that angle, I
couldn’t accurately reach myself in a way that I could maneuver it inside.