"I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure you would. I don't know why I started doing it, but I just wanted to." Susan responded by pulling her panties off and spreading her legs apart to give Heather more freedom between her legs and a sort of unspoken permission to proceed. Heather buried a finger in Susan's cunt-lips and started pumping in and out.

Susan, discarding her charade of being a passive participant, reached inside Heather's pajama bottoms. Heather wasn't wearing panties. She found the moist slit with her finger and commenced giving Heather the same type of pleasure that she'd been receiving.

"The only thing that would make this better is if we had a boy here with us,” said Susan.

"Like really." Heather replied. "Except the boys I know would blab all over school. Or you could wind up like Mary Johnson - pregnant!"

"Yeah. You ever done it with a boy?" Susan asked.

"No. Almost did but my mom came home early and messed everything up. Have you?"

"No, but there are times when I really want to. I just want to know what it feels like. I mean you're making me feel better than anything I've ever done so far," replied Susan.

Suddenly Heather stopped. "You wait right here. Don't move,” she ordered as she jumped up from the bed, went to the dresser and reached way behind a drawer. Carrying something white and folded into the bathroom, she told Susan she'd be right back.

Five minutes seemed like an eternity for Susan until the bathroom door opened and Susan received the second biggest surprise of the morning.

Heather had slicked back her already short brown hair, parted it on the side and had it combed in a boy's style. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boy's jockey shorts. Her big brown eyes gave here the look of a young boy that could've been her twin. Sensing the question on her friend's face, Heather explained. "These used to be my brothers. I rescued them before Mom threw them out. Sometimes I sleep in them; it turns me on."

"Wow!" Susan exclaimed as she looked at her friend in amazement. If she hadn't known better, she would swear she was looking at a young boy in his underwear. She felt her cunt really start to itch as she admired her friend's ingenuity.

"And that's not all." Heather said as she pulled her jockey shorts down in the front and revealed about five inches of a double-headed dildo protruding from her cunt lips, the other half buried deeply in her hole. "I never thought I'd get to use both sides of this at once, but if you're as hot as I am, we both need to do it now!"

As she walked over to the bed, holding the thing to keep it from shooting out between her legs, Susan reached out to touch it and examine the device. It was made of a soft and slightly rigid vinyl. The head was just like the drawings she had seen in her sex-ed book, and she could imagine that it was probably pretty close to the real thing in size and shape.

"Where did you ever get that?" Susan asked.

"That you'll never believe?" Heather said. "Do you remember when my Aunt Amanda passed away last summer and I had to go clean out her apartment. Well, I found this in her stuff, buried in the back of her closest."

A mental image of Heather's Aunt passed though Susan's mind. Amanda had been in her late fifties, with the body of a much younger woman. To Susan's surprise, the image she formed was naked with the dildo hanging as it now hung from Heather.

"I guess if we can't have a boy, this is the next best thing." Heather said, bringing Susan's attention fully back to her.

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