Something close to the real thing

"Mmm, ahh!" Heather writhed. Chloe was taking far too long. "Chloeeeee... Please, I'm need my little fire engine back!"

"Heather!" Chloe blushed obscenely, then turned her attention to the open drawer. After another fraction of a second, she heard Heather whine again. She bunched her legs, the slickness between them far too apparent.

What is going on? An hour ago, she was content with waiting for a burger, but now, her life had become a full-blown lesbian party with one of the hottest girls in school. Wait, strike that-- hottest girls? Was she gay? Well, you got off to thinking of Brandon touching you a moment ago, she mused. Bisexual then? No, no, Heather's the only one who's made you feel this way... and it's only guys in your head, so...? Or was this pent up sexual fervor, bottled away due to her learned aversion to anything even remotely like this?

... Yeah, yeah probably that. She mentally cursed her libido-strangling repression. Still, with these experiences with Heather, she felt... freer. Slightly, not completely unabashed like her new lover, but as if a weight had been lifted from her mind. Her lighter soul could rise higher, elevating her confidence and... well, maybe she might take up Heather's offer of a date with Rohit after all.

"C'mon, I can't take it!" Heather derailed her train of thought. Squelching squishes signified Heather's fingers stroking her inner folds, broken occasionally by a wet smack of a soaked palm against her mons. "You're such a tease and you don't even know it!"

"You horny bitch," Chloe snapped, though playfully.

"I love messing with my lovelies," Heather laughed and fell back on the bed. "Seriously though, your turn. Now. Or else I choose, and I know exactly what I want to do to you."

"Okay, okay, but really, you have to be discriminating. Right tool for the job."

"You... sure you're looking in the right drawer? This isn't so ratchet set or something."

"You don't think so?" Chloe extracted a double-ended dildo. "Silicone rubber, eh, not a fan."

Heather blinked. "Excuse me?"

Chloe sighed. "As long as we're sharing ourselves like this, I'm telling you I don't just use my fingers."

Heather's smile cracked her skull wide open. "You... I'm really liking you! Say, wanna make this a routine thing?"

"What, us jilling ourselves?" Chloe coughed uncertainly. "Like... we're together or something?"

"Mmm, I think I prefer cock to pussy really, but, I'm willing to make exceptions... as I've learned. Broadening my horizons, you know."

Chloe chuckled as she pulled out her choice, a long, lean, flesh-toned toy. She smiled. "The SynthSkin 5000. Nothing fancy, just thermal plastic. Feels like the real deal. And looks it too." She passed off a sheepish look to Heather. The cheerleader captain scoffed.

"Then come here, spicy red pepper." She raked her tongue across her teeth, lighting fire in her eyes.

Chloe slipped onto the bed, and Heather nestled herself in her arms. Clawing a hand across her breasts, Chloe gasped, and then yelped when Heather latched onto a nipple with her lips.

"Heath... er..." Chloe reached for her partner's complementary assets on instinct, tweaking her nubs as if they were her own. Heather bucked madly.

"Fuck, you hot piece of ass," Heather seethed. She snatched the dildo away and spun Chloe to the mattress. She hovered over her, and edged the dildo downward. "Remember... it's Brandon..."

Chloe lost herself in her mind, and "Brandon" entered.