We talk them out!

Momo smiles softly, finding comfort in Jirou's closeness. "You're my first, if that helps," she reassures her, cuddling Jirou even closer and planting a gentle kiss on her head. She appreciates the sweetness of Jirou's jealousy, even if it adds to the confusion. "I got curious in my room earlier and made a toy... a penis... and used it," she admits, sensing that Jirou wants more information.

Curiosity glimmers in Jirou's eyes as she listens intently. "Well... I made it taste like sour candy and was sucking on it and stuff, you know, seeing if I liked it..."

"And?" Jirou prompts, her curiosity piqued.

"I orgasmed, twice, with just my mouth... I'm weird, right?" Momo confesses, feeling a sense of shyness after sharing such intimate details. However, she conceals the fact that it involved a DM from a random stranger.

"Wow, that's... yeah, maybe you have some oral fixation going on, especially considering how wild you went down on me," Jirou chuckles, causing Momo to blush but nod in agreement.

"I think I want to try a... a real penis," Momo admits, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. "But, like, I can't exactly go up and ask someone. They'd think I'm some sort of whore."

"You'd be surprised, guys are easier than you're imagining... though I'm not condoning you doing that either!" Jirou interjects, gripping Momo's head and locking eyes with her. "Don't rush and regret something, okay? I'm saying this as your best friend. Be careful, be safe, and just be you." The two friends embrace, and emotions overwhelm Momo, causing tears to stream down her face. It's a realization of her deep love for Jirou. And of course, Jirou's own emotions bubble up, though her tear ducts have been temporarily depleted due to a certain lady's activities not too long ago. They hold each other tightly, finding solace in their embrace, allowing their tears to flow freely for a while.

They continue to cuddle, finding comfort in each other's presence until their emotions settle and they reluctantly peel themselves apart. Momo turns to Jirou, recalling the conversation that sparked their visit, but she already has an answer without needing to see the vibrating egg toy she had made for her.

"By the way, having run my test, Jirou, I can ascertain that the toy I made for you is in working order. You're just really sensitive. Like, really sensitive," Momo states, offering her opinion based on her own experiences. After all, her own vagina is the only comparison she has, but from what she observed, Jirou's sensitivity seemed to be on another level... in a sexy way.

"Yeah, I figured. I just didn't want to admit it," Jirou responds with a small frown and a shrug. "I'll just have to be careful about what or who I allow access to my privates." They share a laugh, but Momo secretly regrets not thinking of pranking Jirou a little, perhaps writing "Caution: Fragile" or something over her pubes. Maybe one day, but not today. The thought makes her giggle mischievously.

"So, besties with benefits?" Jirou asks curiously.

Jirou's question hangs in the air, and Momo ponders it for a moment before responding, her voice filled with sincerity. "So, besties with benefits? I couldn't ask for anything or anyone better," she says, embracing Jirou once more, sealing their agreement with another tender kiss.

"Right now, though, I think I need some time to... unwind, you know?" Momo admits, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within her.

Jirou nods in understanding. "Yeah, it's been pretty emotional, huh? I think I need to replenish my body's water levels too, for some reason," she chuckles. They share a lighthearted moment, their laughter easing the tension that lingers. With that, Momo leaves Jirou's room, a new type of relationship born from a simple joke that went a little too far. But sometimes, that's how these things happen.

Momo heads to her room, her mind filled with thoughts of the advice Jirou had given her. She realizes that she needs to take it seriously, not rushing into anything too quickly and potentially regretting it. She'll have to ease off on the DMs, at least for now, rejecting some of the more outrageous ones until she has a clearer understanding of what she truly wants deep down in her heart.

Once in her room, she grabs her shower stuff, towels, and soaps mostly and heads to the showers, making sure to opt for one of the two private stalls available. The girls rarely used them unless it was necessary or they needed some alone time, and Momo saw this as one of those moments. She takes a moment to create a strong ink dissolver to clean the Sharpie off her breasts, wanting to remove any remnants of her playful escapades. Then, she steps beneath the warm water, letting it cascade down her body, allowing herself to be enveloped in its soothing embrace. As the water washes away the physical and emotional marks, she takes the time to simply be, allowing her feelings to slowly figure themselves out.

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