Dating : Every Woman Should Have One

I never realized how cool my stepmom was until my eighteenth birthday. That was the day she gave me a present and a life lesson I’d never forget. My present from her was both shocking, amazing, and over the next couple of years, I completely wore it out.

I was sitting in my room with my best friend Lauren when Brenda knocked on my door. She was the last person I wanted to see at that moment. Lauren and I were more content to spend some time without an adult around. After Dad got home from work, we were supposed to go out and have a family birthday celebration for me which I felt sounded pretty lame. After all, I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was eighteen. However, the fact that Lauren was allowed to come did make it somewhat better.

Despite that, when Brenda knocked and peaked her head in before Dad came home, I was ready to shoo her back out. However, when I saw the beautifully wrapped present she was holding, I quickly changed my mind.

“Do you have a minute?” She asked before stepping into my room.

Lauren and I both put our phones down.

“Sure, I guess.”

Brenda stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, which I thought was odd seeing how we were the only one’s home. When my mom split when I was five, it had been rough. With it just being Dad and me for years, it was a complete change when he had married Brenda when I was thirteen. Brenda and I always had a good relationship. Over the years she’d proven herself to be pretty cool, but she was about to get even cooler as she set the gift in front of me on the bed.

“You don’t want to wait for Dad?” I asked as I eyed the wrapping paper covered with balloons. The bow itself was gorgeous. I really didn’t want to wait for him and I’m glad I didn’t.

“Not this one. This one is our secret.” I perked up a bit hearing that I had a secret present. “Go on. Open it,” Brenda urged.

“Go on,” Lauren encouraged as she turned toward me to see what I was getting. I swore she was as excited as I was.

As I tore at the paper, I could hardly contain my excitement, but still thought it strange that Brenda hadn’t waited for my Dad to be there to give it to me.

I soon found out why.

Throwing the wrapping aside, I worked open the box and stopped in shock. My mouth was open, but nothing was coming out as I stared at the contents.

“What is it?” Lauren asked expectantly as she tried to peek over my shoulder.

Slowly, I reached in and pulled out a vibrator. Nicely thick, the fake cock filled my hand.

“You’re eighteen now and the one thing I want you to understand in life is that you don’t need a man. For anything.”

“But Dad — -”

“Is a wonderful man, but sometimes men just don’t get it. I don’t want you to ever think you have to rely on a man. For anything. Work. A place to live. Money,” Brenda hesitated before adding, “Or even — -well — -sex. I think every woman should be issued one of those as standard equipment when they turn eighteen.”

“Did your Mom?”

“Oh, God no. She’s a prude. You know Grandma Gigi would never do that. But she’s from a different era.”

“Mine must be too,” Lauren added as she eyed my gift and reached a hand out to touch it.

“I don’t know. It just seems kinda weird,” I replied trying not to be rude.

“I get that. I do. Nothing says you have to use it right away. Just know it’s an option.”

“You just broke up with Jake,” Lauren nudged me with a giggle.

“So?”

“Well, you said that you did it with him once.”

I shushed her as I blushed and elbowed her. Looking back at Brenda, she didn’t even seem mad that Lauren had just revealed I’d lost my virginity.

“I did,” I told Brenda.

Instead of being mad, she seemed okay with it. “Did you have an orgasm?”

Groaning, my evening was going from embarrassing to humiliating as we discussed my meager sex life.

“I think so? Maybe?” I finally answered her.

Brenda laid her hand gently on my arm. “Sweetie, if it’s maybe, it wasn’t at all. You’d know if you did.”

Lauren spoke up, “Don’t you ever do it yourself?”

Blushing, I looked at her aghast. “No!”

“I thought everyone did,” Lauren continued unabashedly. “I do. I’m an outty.”

“A what?” I asked in shock hearing her confession. We’d never discussed masturbating before.

“An outty. I rub my clit. As opposed to an inny, where you get off fingering yourself.”

“Ugh,” I replied in disgust at where the conversation had gone.

While Lauren and I were talking, Lauren had taken the vibrator from me. She was hefting the fake penis and flexing her fingers around the girth.

“It’s so soft. It feels real.”

“How do you know?” I snatched it back from her.

“I give Kyle hand jobs all the time.” Then she added, “You have the coolest step-mom ever.”

“Thank you, Dear,” Brenda told her then stood up. “Well, this is our secret. Put that away, for now, your dad will be home any minute.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t have to be told twice to put it away. I was beyond embarrassed.

Brenda left us and shut the door behind her.

“She really is the coolest, Taylor.”

“Some days,” I muttered as I looked at my present and hefted the large shaft.

The box read large seven inches. Six inches insertable, one and a half inches thick. The sight of it almost made me shudder as I imagined it being inside me. It was a lot bigger than Jake.

In the box was a bottle of lube. Lauren’s conversation about inny and outty’s was playing in my mind as I put everything back in the box and shoved it under my bed eager to put it all out of my mind.

As I did, I thankfully heard my Dad’s car pull in the driveway.

It would be several weeks before I got up the nerve to use my gift. My one experience with sexual intercourse had left me unsatisfied. Jake had lain on top of me and his erection, which didn’t come close to measuring up to the vibrator hidden under my bed, hardly felt like anything. Instead, he had pumped away into me for about a minute before filling the condom. Exhausted, he had rolled off me and fell asleep. I had lain next to him in his bed staring at the ceiling and wondering if that was how sex was for a woman.

Lying in my own bed, as I replayed the experience in my mind, I felt a familiar tingling between my legs. It had been there often over the past few years but had grown more pronounced since my night with Jake.

Recalling that night with Jake, I slowly pushed my hand into my sleep shorts and into my slit. To my surprise, I was wet. Working my fingers up and down my slit, I flinched when I brushed my clit. It both hurt and felt amazing as the nerve endings came to life. It was then I decided to see what the fuss was all about.

Throwing off the covers, I snuck across the room and locked my door. Back by the bed, I pulled off my shorts and crawled back between the covers. Reaching under the bed, I pulled out the penis-shaped vibrator and studied it. Fake veins ran along its fleshy pale/pink shaft. It even looked real although a lot bigger than Jake had been. He had told me he was big but now I was having my doubts as I hefted a fake battery-powered cock. Looking in the box, I spied the remote and the bottle of lube.

Lauren was right, Brenda really was the coolest. She had given me options.

Hitting the power button, the powerful motor hummed to life and felt weird vibrating in my hand. Adjusting the motor until it revved up to its highest setting, I quickly backed it halfway off. I wasn’t ready for that kind of experience just yet. With the vibrator buzzing in my hand, I tentatively spread my legs and touched the tip into my sex. Tingling vibrations shot through me. I felt them in every corner of my body. Trying again, I probed the tip lower toward my opening and felt the pleasurable vibrations shoot through me. Working it slowly, I gasped as waves of pleasure rolled over me as I worked the vibrator into my slit and moved it up and down. I’d never felt anything so incredible.

Taking a firm grip, I adjusted my hips and spread my legs wider. Working the vibrator deep into my slit, I settled into a swirling motion on my clit and I moaned as pleasure radiated through me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Working it faster, my hips were flexing as I ground it against my clit.

“Oh god,” I breathed as I settled into a rhythm and began making myself come.

Brenda had been right. When I had said that maybe Jake had made me orgasm, I was far from knowing what I was talking about. With the vibrator working on my clit, I was in ecstasy. Working it faster on my clit, I was moaning and not caring if anyone heard me when they walked by my room.

“That feels so good,” I breathed as I worked the vibrator faster.

The same as Jake had, it took me just a little over a minute to climax. When I did, pleasure exploded through me as I moaned and clamped my legs together around my hand working between my legs. Stars exploded in my head as I came, and I cried out softly before settling back onto the bed. I hadn’t even realized I had thrust my ass off the bed until I crashed back down onto it.

“Holy shit,” I breathed as I blinked my eyes open and stared up at the ceiling in shock.

The vibrator fell out of my hand onto the bed and kept up its magical humming as I struggled to slow my breathing. Jake had never made feel me like I had at that moment. Touching my hand furtively between my legs, I was shocked when I pulled it back out completely soaked. The clear slick liquid coated my fingers and hung between them in tendrils. I never knew I could get so wet. Touching myself again, I flinched as my fingers brushed my clit. It felt painful as the tiny bud of nerves kept up a constant throbbing.

Then resolutely, I picked the vibrator back up and worked it back into my slit. This time, I aimed the bulbous pink mushroom tip lower and worked it into my slick hole. Shock waves jolted through me as I worked it inside me. The vibrations seemed to rattle my bones as I pushed it in harder. Giving myself a reprieve, I let it rest just inside me a moment then pushed it firmly back in. Repeating it several more times, I was shocked when the vibrator slid easily into me. Reaching down and crooking my arm to thrust the vibrator in and out of me, I began masturbating again.

The same shock waves I had felt before pulsed through me only they felt slightly different. I was working the fake vibrating cock in and out and gasping as another orgasm started. Biting my lip, I struggled to keep from crying out as the tip brushed over a soft spot inside me that made me jump. The odd sensation made me feel like I had to pee. Thrusting the vibrator faster, I was flexing my hips wildly and clamping my thighs around my hand working the vibrator in and out of me. I snaked a hand up under my shirt and pinched my nipple. It sent a new wave of sensations through me and I was gasping as I began to peak.

“Oh God, fuck yes,” I moaned as my orgasm exploded.

By that time, I had rocked to my side and was thrusting my hips as I clamped the vibrator deep inside me. My legs trapped the toy and kept it pulsing against what I had by then come to realize was my g-spot that my friends had giggled about but we all had mostly decided didn’t really exist. With my new vibrator hitting the magical mythical spot, I climaxed and felt a gush of wetness coat me as I cried out.

Brenda would tell me later that they had heard me downstairs as I climaxed. She had covered for me with my Dad when he looked up from his golf game on TV and asked if she thought I was alright. She also said she had a hard time keeping a straight face when she told him everything was fine.

Peeking, I collapsed onto the bed completely satisfied for the first time in my young life. I was panting and drenched in sweat as my entire body trembled. The exertion at having an orgasm surprised me. I lay there for a long time gasping up at the ceiling as I lazily turned off the vibrator. The toy was drenched with my cum and I stared at it in shock before dropping it on the bed in exhaustion.

After recovering, I picked up my phone and texted Lauren.

“I did it.”

“Did what?” Came the reply.

“Used my gift from Brenda.”

“How was it? Better than Jake?”

“Amazing. Much better. Brenda’s right. I don’t need a man if I have that.”

“Big question. Inny or Outty?”

“Both,” came my reply with a smiley face.

The rest of the conversation was forgotten as I began to drift off to sleep. The vibrator was still in bed with me, but I was too exhausted to care. I’d scratched an itch that I didn’t even know needed scratching and was falling in love with my new vibrator.

Brenda was right. Everyone woman should have a vibrator. It should be standard equipment that’s issued to a woman when she turns eighteen.