What more could a girl want?

She'd heard so many stories about these from the senior girls when she was younger, and pined for the day she could truly take her self-pleasure to the next level. Now it was here. Now it was in her hands. Mom's lasagna could wait. Shopping and bossing her besties around got her wet, and she needed this release. Her nimble fingers untied the straps holding the romper secure behind her neck and let the front tumble down as she pulled her arms from the sleeves, revealing the black VS push-up bra that made a masterpiece out of her hefty 34Ds that always seemed so much larger on her petite frame. Pushing it down past her wasp waist to form a puddle on the floor, she stepped out of it, threw the jumper on top of the hamper and settled onto the bed, shedding her matching, bikini-cut panties at the same time. Laying on the deep blue satin sheets in nothing but a bra, crotchless black hose, and her Mary Jane's, she knew she was the object of so many fantasies. She loved it. It gave her a sense of power, of control even. When men saw her she controlled how they perceived her and what form their erotic dreams would take. They'd never have her, but that made the power she held over them even stronger as long as they believed they had a chance.

The wand was heavy in her hand. Heavy, but powerful. She loved the way her French tip nails looked curled around the black toy with its gold trim. It was so different from a dick. Not shaped by the blind accidents of evolution, but crafted specifically to please her, to meet her needs. She pressed the button and ooo'd softly at the low buzzing hum. She would be lying if she wasn't a little nervous as she lowered the thrumming tip to her clit. The second the tool touched down her legs folded up and pulled together around her wrist, a surprised moan of ecstasy escaped those pouty teenage lips, followed by long, happy cooing noises as she rubbed the toy across her labia.

Slowly losing herself in the vicissitude of pleasures she was experiencing as she explored herself, she was deaf to the sound of her Mother's voice calling her once more from downstairs.