Girl Interrupted Finds Her Cucumber
fingering, naked

Hi Reader, I like the stories. I think some of them would actually happen. And some are written by women. One can tell by the way it is written I suppose. So, let me jump into mine. Sunday afternoon was set to pass. Past 3:30, past 4 too maybe, about the stroke of 5. I lay on the couch like cheese spread over bread. Watching tv. I was feeling dazed and dreamy. I would turn over into odd postures, sometimes especially upside down. I was trying to think things. But things are fickle and thoughts are slippery. What stuck was my brother telling me about his rogue friend. They called Shamboo, after the comic character Shikari shambu. I had heard of his exploits. He would lure his naive girlfriends to go with him to the botanical gardens. He is a slimy lecherous low-life. I hate him. I knew I hated him. Then why would I think about him. Perhaps because it was him or the delirium: multicolored pillows falling from the ceiling and plastic wrapped action figure toys on the floor. I knew when it was coming: the axe falling. The falling axe that will cut through the beam of sunlight from the window, catch all of it in its blinding glint. There was that last one of those chocolate milkshake tetrapacks in the fridge. I could sip on that for a while. It came back to my posture on the couch- legs high in the air, head dropped off the edge of the seat, the room turned upside down. Then, with a start, I did a back flip and landed perfectly balanced on my feet on the floor. Wow! I saw stars behind my eyelids drain and felt a rush of normality surge upwards from my legs, but that was cool! I went into the kitchen. It was to get the milkshake from the fridge, but instead I started rummaging through the vegetables, looking for.. it comes so quickly over me! so readily, almost always riding on my spurts of energy, waiting for the opportune moment when I will be alone.. I knew what I was looking for; I had used it before.. a cucumber of the right size. Right size for the right feel.. to dab, to push it inside a little bit, while stroking.. And I found it. I rushed back into the drawing room, secured the front door, rushed back to my couch, jumped in, laying on my back pulled my knees up, slipped my hands underneath, held the top of the pajama and in one grip and one swift motion removed them along with my panties and threw them on the floor. I could not see any action figures on the floor anymore. I pressed my palm over my pussy. My pussy, so cosy under the clothing and all the rolling in the cushions earlier, was warm to my touch. Short tufts of hair, unattended a few days, was rough to my slow rubbing. I started with gentle strokes to my clit. Of course it is not very elongated or protruding, like those of who have been screwed many times over. I was not a virgin, but I had only very little, and haphazardly amateurish experience. I dipped my middle finger inside, slowly kneading the sides. It was a soothing pleasure. I found it was getting wetter as I went deeper. I needed a fantasy sequence running over in my mind.. temper my arousing with dirty juicy imagery.. prepare to intercourse with a cucumber. A miasma of sensual scenes erupted and melted into various shapes, then melted again to reform, to harden.. I imagined a muscular man plancked over me on the couch, his broad chest over my face, his face completing over my head, to fit my whole body in the embrace of his torso. I raised my pelvis drawing my knees towards my breasts for him to insert his warm, pulsating, thick, big cock into my wet, wet pussy.. but he was waiting on a harder, constant image.. waiting for me to choose who I could picture him to be.. somebody real, somebody I ought not to, somebody forbidden. My housemate’s fiance, a colleague from my office, my manager maybe, the fruitseller, the salesman, my doctor.. I stuck with the image of Shamboo in his botanical garden. I was picking pace with my stroking. I put my housemate with him in my fantasy. She is about 27 years of age, her figure is quite elegant like a vase. Her complexion pale, her hair is long, straight and silky. She has big eyes and she wears thick mascara.. I coax her into coming to the garden. There I lead her behind a shrubbery. There he is. She gets nervous, babbling about cheating and her fiance. He throws his arm over her shoulder and consoles her. Slimy, expertly done. Then he surprises her by cupping her breasts. She quickly looks over her other shoulder, over the shrubbery to make sure nobody was watching. Nervously, furtively, she looks all around to see all approaches to the shrubbery. But she lets him squeeze her breasts. Her expression is one of that torn apart by sexual urges and the fear of being caught in the act. I am the only one watching. But I know her, she likes it; besides, it’s not like if she has let her fiancee fuck her she would automatically know how it is with all men. She responds by opening up. Fast forward.. they are on the ground. Their pants are off. He has his fingers in her pussy and his tongue is lapping up the juices fast. She is moaning sweetly. She is smiling at me cos it’s my treat and it is pleasuring her. She wants me to keep an eye out too on anybody spotting us. I twitched and shifted on the couch. My imagination needed more fuel. I needed to set a more elaborate sequence. But just then I heard a key turn in the front door, and before I knew, my housemate had entered. She must have been really, really shocked to see me like that- naked below waist, legs spread apart, my pussy pretty much facing her, and a cucumber in my hand. I was frozen with shock. I was relieved to see she had not brought her fiancee along- that would have been even more embarrassing. But I could not move. Then my mouth suddenly burst with jumbled words and my hands frantically flung around to find my clothes. It did not make any sense in the moment. Thankfully, her response after the initial shock was much more steady and in grips with what was going on. She closed the front door behind her softly. But then suddenly she burst into laughing. I stopped talking. She picked my clothes from the floor and came towards me and sat on the couch. She was laughing all the while and seemed incapable of curbing it. I was completely flushed with embarrassment and I flung myself on her. We were close friends and we were intimate to each other. We had spent many a nights talking about our most intimate secrets, about what we thought about anything and how anything made us truly feel, about scoring with boys, about our families and about our dreams. I hugged her tightly. When she seemed to recover from her laughter, she comforted me from my embarrassment and told me it was alright, it was okay. I could not let her go and face her. I buried my face in her shoulder. Quite unexpectedly then, while she was still consoling me.. I felt her hand on my pussy. She placed it softly, and with her finger traced the smooth lips of my pussy along the edge of the pubic hairline. I looked up at her face. The erotic in the moment was overbearing her expression. I knew she had never before.. nothing lesbian-like! And neither I! never even thought about it! Her fingers split the lips wide and entered the wet mouth of my pussy. Our faces were very close to each other and we felt the warmth of our breaths in between. She started stroking me. I leaned to kiss her. Our lips barely touched when she pushed me away. “Now, let’s not start that”, she said. But then she smiled slightly and said we can masturbate together. I did not know what to say. Then she made it clear: ” no kissing, no romance. ” Well, I had not come to terms with anything that was going on. I just said okay. She got up and walked away to her room saying something about that I should get myself a boyfriend. The tv was still on. I heard her from her room asking if there was any milkshake left. That was it. I had been so roughly interrupted! Interrupted! That irked me. I got up from that couch, strode into the kitchen, took the milkshake pack from the fridge, opened it, took a swiggle, strode into her room to throw it in her face. But when I burst into her room, I saw she was naked, except for her tank top, lying on the bed. When she saw me she started fingering herself. It was a clean shaved pussy between her fingers.. Pink because of her complexion, but I could see it was fucked numerous times. My eyes were glued on her fingering. Her eyes were watching mine and closely followed any change of expression on my face. She had made it so awkward for me just a few minutes ago.. now she was naked, masturbating, seducing me.. her face was glazed, only the lips parted slightly, to suggest that behind her blank expression she was having an utterly sensual moment. I walked out. I heard her rush behind me and follow me into the drawing room. I jumped into the couch. She stood in front of me. She raised her leg and rested it on the top of the couch behind me such that her pussy was in my face. She asked, “do you want to taste it? You can eat some if you like.” At first I swayed, but she followed. “o’c’mon, I caught you masturbating but I did not make you feel awkward.. and now I have made it square by doing the same” It was her earnest voice that did it. I leaned forward and kissed her pussy. She moaned softly. I smiled at her. She smiled back and said she was up for all dirty girly fun.. just not when it gets romantic or meaningful.. I never thought it could ever happen to me, even believed it was wrong for anybody.. but in moment it was so light to bear, so harmless, so sexy, so truly arousing, so alternative.. I replied that was cool with me. With that I pulled her hips towards me so that I could eat her pussy neatly. Soon the juices from her pussy flooded my mouth and mixed with my saliva. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed it into her. My tongue entered as deep as it could and lapped up the goods on its way out up the clit. She jumped in the couch with me. We split into laughing without a joke, like beads from a necklace undone, just thrilled. Rolling, she over me or me over her, when I was on top was her hero becoming; rubbing our pussies together. She found the cucumber in a nook of the couch. I said, I had not got a chance to use it. She smiled naughty and nailed me down. She went down on me and wrapped her lips around my pushy, to fill her mouth completely with it, and then pushed her tongue over all of it. It sent me into convulsions of pleasure I cannot explain- A pulsating surge of sexual energy, a living force, a beast’s calling from the depths under my skin- I shivered. I first felt the breath of the pressing cucumber. Then she very smoothly slid a little inside. It was getting thicker with every insertion. Then at once she slid the thickest part in and my mind melted with a sudden discharge of pain and pleasure.. in and out, in and out, it went. Building up, up, push push push, o my lovely friend, my sweet girl, oh yes.. I come, here I come. Yes! Yes! Slowly now, ah aah, yeaiyeahss, yes. Her relenting was late to come, it tore me up when after I had come she was still pushing. It slowed down for a minute, maybe less.. before she picked up pace again, push push push, here we go again, sweet honey sweet, push yes push yes.. I came over the hills again. Flooded, flooded beyond help. I could hear the gushing fluids.. After a while forces parallel to the ones that had possessed me enabled me to throw her off and disengage. And, I emerged on top of her, pinning her down. Reality seeped in a few minutes later and found me thrilled and in ecstasy. It was my first complete sexual experience, definitive sex. I got off her and the couch to get the milkshake from her room. She was lying gasping for breadth on the couch, taking the moment to rest, unawares of my further intentions. When I returned, I poured the milkshake on her pussy and down her thighs. A new fit of excitement caught us both and I jumped on her to lick it all up. I heard it loud and clear- the most unexpected stroke of the afternoon. The doorbell. WTF! But my sweet girl looked less surprised. She got up, walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. I was thinking if we make no noise and not open the door then whoever it was will go away. She saw somebody and then walked to her room. Very quickly she was back with a towel wrapped around her. And to my utter shock opened the door. In walked the most stumped person I have ever seen. He was so unexpected that he was unrecognizable. It was one of my office colleagues. He had come to our house a few times.. She knew him too.. but I had no idea why she let him in. And, bang! It struck me I was NAKED! He was looking at me naked! My pussy! I quickly pulled a pillow and covered my essentials. Then, before I could say anything, she walked up to me from behind him and told me that she had invited him. When? She said she txted him when I tried kissing her and she went to her room. Why? Because I did not have a boyfriend and she wanted to hitch it! Crazy! But I had to cool down. He came to terms with what was going on very quickly. Even more quickly than I could believe what was happening. He said, I was covering my pussy, but he had already got a good look at it. That was incredibly lewd! But before I could say anything my housemate snatched the pillow covering me. That was an utter shock. But very quickly she suggested with a meet look at me that it was all part of the fun. I did not understand. She chided him what did he think of my pussy since he had seen it. It seemed like the cat had caught his tongue. Seeing that my housemate dropped her towel and sat next to me. I think he could have exploded or ran away. There wasn’t much else he could do by the look of him. I’ll tell the rest of it later.