Sorry for the delay my friends, IRL Stuff happened and I was sick and many more happened that f*cked my life. Hopefully I will update continuously now.

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Christine finished brushing her teeth, returned to her bedroom, and closed her door. Finally! I thought they’d never go to bed. I’ve been waiting FOREVER for this!

She’d spent much of the evening talking to her parents about the fight and its ramifications. That was important, but as time passed she found herself thinking more and more about the sexual fun she and Alan had had together. When he’d left she’d felt sexually satiated, but now she felt a renewed sexual hunger and desire that was stronger than ever before.

She wedged a chair under the doorknob for extra privacy.

Even though she knew her parents had gone to their room and left her alone, she looked all around the room like a guilty criminal. She went to her closet and pulled out a large box of stuffed animals. She looked at them fondly, but chided herself: Aren’t they kid’s toys? Why do I keep these? I’m too old for that. Especially tonight, after what Alan did to me. I’ve never felt more like a woman!

She pulled out her favorite animal of all, a huge teddy bear she’d nicknamed Diana (after Wonder Woman’s alias Diana Prince).

She’d taken out much of Diana’s stuffing some days earlier, instead replacing it with what she dubbed her "bag of sin": a vibrating egg, an Alan-sized dildo, two small vibrators, and a very insubstantial red nightie, all kept inside a black bag. She’d bought all those items with Simone’s help at the sex shop over a week earlier. She’d also bought six sex books, on various topics. She’d stopped by a used bookstore and bought some cheap reference books, stripped out the insides, and glued the covers over the sex manuals, which now hid in plain sight on her shelves.

She put on her nightie. It was completely impractical as clothing, a wispy baby doll that made her feel more naked than actually being naked. But Simone had thrust it into her hands at the sex shop and told her to buy it, telling her it would "double her sexiness." She was puzzled then, but grateful now, because she desperately wanted to feel sexy.

She thought, Everyone says I’m so very beautiful. And busty. God knows I’m damn busty. But Alan has such high standards. My God, he’s having sex with Suzanne Pestridge! What’s he going to think if he compares me with the others? Not "if," but "when." I’m totally unskilled at sex. I need to get up to speed, fast! For starters, I need to figure out what the hell to do with a penis.

She sat on the edge of her bed and looked back into her bag.

In the week since Simone had helped her buy all those things, Christine had been masturbating nightly with her toys. She still felt terribly uncomfortable about it, and lived in fear of being caught. (She didn’t believe it, but her parents were actually much more relaxed about sexual things than she was. Her strong sense of guilt and morality was mostly internally driven, but she was deathly afraid of them catching her just the same.) However, her arousal was so great lately that she simply couldn’t resist her self-pleasuring.

She braced herself and pulled out the one item she had yet to use. It was a veiny, eight-inch-long dildo. Simone had told her that it very closely resembled Alan’s penis. Christine wasn’t quite sure why Simone said that though, because it was jet black. (Actually, Simone had chosen a black one as a bit of a joke. Christine had been too embarrassed and distracted to argue with her, so she ended up buying it, much to Simone’s amusement.) Nevertheless, on the day Christine had purchased it, she had dubbed it "Mr. Plummer."

Now that she’d seen and even felt Alan’s erection at close range, she confirmed what Simone had told her, that indeed it was remarkably similar to Alan’s member in size and shape. She found that fact extremely arousing. However, the dildo’s black color was extremely embarrassing. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Why didn’t I get a flesh-colored one? I just took whatever Simone gave me, and didn’t even say "Boo". I’ll bet she laughed her ass off at the silly white girl. It’s not like I’m gonna go back there and try to trade it in, though! EWWW, a traded-in dildo. Yech! She blushed as she recalled her uncomfortable time at the sex shop.

But it didn’t really matter, because she liked to keep her eyes closed and fantasize when she masturbated.

She slowly curled her fingers around its shaft. Look at me. I’m about to play with myself thinking about... what? A friend? A boyfriend? A lover? I don’t even know what to call him. But anyway, a guy who has his own actual HAREM! I shouldn’t do this, but how can I not? My body betrays me. I’m far too horny!

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that she was really holding Alan’s dick. It’s funny. In reality I’m scared of his penis, but in my fantasy there’s nothing I want more than to hold it, stroke it, and even love it. I can almost still feel the HEAT of it as it burned against my skin! Gaawwwd! Rubbing and grinding against it, so much! It was like his bathing suit wasn’t even there, as if we were both completely naked and his living, throbbing, scary erection was branding me, burning into my skin!

He made me feel unbelievably good. I had some orgasms that were the best of my life! I was too chicken to pay him back with even one orgasm, but now I can, at least in my dreams! Not only that, but in my dreams I can show both Alan and Ms. Rhymer just how sexually talented I can be!

She imagined herself back on the beach with Alan and Glory, just like she’d been two days earlier. However, this time all three of them were completely naked and she was kneeling between Alan’s legs with his shaft in her hand. Glory was behind her with a hand on her back, telling her encouragingly, "Don’t be afraid. It’s easy; just stroke it. Pretend you’re stroking a cat’s back. Run your hands back and forth, over and over. Doesn’t it feel good?"

Christine stacked the pillows against the headboard and leaned back into them. She had a very vivid imagination, and before long she felt like she really was at the beach. She could practically feel the sand beneath her feet and hear the sound of the crashing waves. Most importantly, she could easily picture Alan smiling at her. Even the rather cold dildo began to feel like warm flesh.

She cradled Mr. Plummer in both hands and ran her fingers up and down it, exploring the veiny bumps. She felt a guilty thrill, as if she were doing something dirty but delicious. She opened her eyes and looked to the door with a start, unsure if she’d heard something. But there was nobody there; it was just her nerves.

She closed her eyes again and practically felt Glory’s breath in her ear. "Relaaaax... Why are you so tense? You’re at the beach and it’s a beautiful, sunny day. I’m so jealous; I wish I could be holding what you’re holding." Glory giggled, acting very friendly and supportive. "Stroke it. Love it. Relaaaax..."

Christine was still hesitant in her stroking, but her confidence was growing slowly. So was her arousal. Drifting away on a sea of bliss, her fantasy scene morphed as her thoughts changed to what she and Alan had done in her backyard just hours earlier. As she continued to caress and stroke Mr. Plummer, she spoke to it in her mind like she was talking to Alan. You really were incredible tonight, do you know that? The way you kissed me! Of course, I’ve never been kissed by anyone else, but I’m sure you’re the best. Whenever you kiss me, you set me on fire! And the way you played with my breasts and ass! My breasts actually feel more sore than most of my bruises from the fight, but it’s a good kind of sore. Actually, it’s a great kind of sore.

Sex is so great! I feel like I’m in that movie "Pleasantville," living in black and white, and now suddenly the whole world is in color! Even our previous practice dates can’t compare. You’re the only one I want, and need. I just know you’re the one who’s going to take my virginity, and soon!

She sighed again. Stupid hymen! I’m probably the only stupid fucking idiotic girl in the whole fucking school to still have one. And for what? Why doesn’t he just deflower me and be done with it? What is he waiting for? I want to get LAID!

She picked up an egg-shaped vibrator that she’d nicknamed the Blue Bomber, due to its blue color and round bomb-like shape. She lay back on her bed with that in one hand and Mr. Plummer in the other. Where is the real Mr. Plummer when you need him? I wish he’d sweep me off my feet and take my virginity on a magical and romantic night, like Amy said he did to her.

She sighed yet again. Well, who knows? Maybe he will. I know he’ll take my virginity one way or another, because it seems that when it comes to women, he’s unstoppable. God knows I can’t resist him. He could have done anything he wanted to me today. Anything! Thank God he respects me too much for that. Although... a part of me wishes he would have gone at least a little further!

Vivid memories of him hefting and kneading her bare breasts in the hot tub flowed through her mind. She turned her Blue Bomber egg on and brought it up to a nipple. Even though the buzzing vibration felt good, she felt that it was nothing compared to what his strong hands could do.

But regardless of how it happens, it’ll be so bittersweet. I might as well get in line and take a number. A "harem"?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Even if it is just a shorthand name for whatever his situation is, it’s still too bizarre for words. And Suzanne Pestridge! Her AND Amy! Mother and daughter! Knowing him, he’s probably had them both at the same time. Yuck! I don’t even want to THINK about that, or what that might mean.

She imagined incidental contact between Suzanne and Amy during something like a dual blowjob, but the idea of even that much girl-to-girl contact repulsed her. Her imagination wouldn’t go any further; more would have been too unbearable.

She lightly stroked her clit through her sinfully sheer panties, feeling it swell out like a teeny little penis. She lifted her hips and pushed the panties down her thighs, and then brought the Blue Bomber to bear. She moved it in lazy circles, but avoided the sensitive tip. She was learning that different things worked best at different times, and she knew she wasn’t ready for that, yet.

She groused to herself, Why did he have to tell me about Mrs. Pestridge, of all people? I mean, people tell me I’m pretty attractive, but compared to her I feel like a sea slug. Or a dung beetle. She has such a natural sexiness to her. It’s like she doesn’t even have to make an effort. How can I compete with that?!

She grew defiant. It’s not like Alan deserves me, anyway. I keep throwing myself at him, and he keeps saying that he wants to protect me from his lifestyle. Screw that! I’m an adult. I can protect myself! He’s gonna take my virginity, and that’s all there is to it!

She smiled and brought the Blue Bomber to her swollen clit as it began to peek out from under its protective hood. Well, at least we had fun today. Lots of fun. What a dreamboat. He’s so confident and sexy! The things he can do with his hands. And his lips!

Suddenly, she felt a big tingle in her nipples as she recalled the brief moments when his lips had touched them and even suckled on them for a little while. This piqued her curiosity. She sat up in her bed and pulled more of her nightie out of the way. She hefted her boobs up while she tilted her head downward until her lips touched her own nipples. She suckled on them a bit but didn’t get much pleasure out of it. She let the nightie fall back into place.

What a gyp. Why is it that when he puts his lips on my nipples, I feel a special zing, a tingle of excitement all over my body? It was like a powerful electric shock! Or even his fingers. Just the slightest touch sets me off. But when I do it, practically nothing. And it wasn’t just a fluke; both Betty and Veronica felt him do it more than once, didn’t you, girls?

She gave up the effort and went back to playing with the Blue Bomber on and around her big clit. She laughed at herself. I really must be going insane - I’m talking to my breasts! But she wasn’t upset, and she smiled as she fondly recalled him cradling her huge orbs and naming them.

One of her hands was still working the Blue Bomber over her clit and pussy, while her other hand was pinching her nipples. The Mr. Plummer dildo lay unused right next to her. Alan needs to get off his God damned high horse and get on top of ME! I don’t even care about his hypocrisy or his harem right now, I just need to get laid! Arrgh! In a better world, he’d be with me right now. I can just picture it.