I Came Out to My Flatmate. She Came With Me. [F20's] [F20's} [Mutual masturbation] [Straight Girl] [Sex Toys]

I don't remember what we were even talking about; I was too much in my own head.

My mouth was dry, my stomach was doing loopy loops, and I kept tapping my foot. My hands were in my sleeves. I was shaking a little.

I was building up courage.

Liv was sitting on the kitchen counter, barefoot, elbows on knees, sipping on a beer bottle, hair spilling forward frizzy after a day of surfing. Her shorts revealed her toned, tanned thighs, and her tank top gave me a full view of her guns.

"I'm into girls," I said after a long silence.

"As in, you're a feminist?" She asked.

"No, as in, I want to fuck them."

"Yeah?" She said, looking up.

"Yeah."

She didn't say anything at first; she just let me sweat, waiting for her reaction.

"Alright," she said. "That's cool."

I let out a breath. My whole chest felt lighter.

"You're the first person I've told," I murmured.

Liv's eyes crinkled a little. "Fuckin' hell, no pressure then."

"Sorry." I laughed.

"Don't be. Seriously." She said, getting off the bench. "That's a big thing, hey?"

I nodded again, arms crossed tighter. "It's just… scary. Saying it out loud."

"I imagine. But also, it's kind of hot."

I blinked. "What?"

She grinned, wide and wolfish. "Not you, specifically. Just the whole… 'realising you're into girls' part. Always wondered what that was like."

I felt more relaxed as Liv peppered me with questions about being gay. Some were obvious.

"When did you first know you were into chicks?"

Others were crude.

"So what does pussy taste like?"

But that's Liv. No shame. No filter.

We've been flatmates since the first year of University. She's bold, much more than I'll ever be. She took the bigger room without asking and offered me a beer as consolation. She's also completely unbothered by things like clothes.

Once, I came home from a late-night class to find her in the kitchen, completely naked except for a towel slung loose around her hips, bent over rummaging through the junk drawer like the world wasn't watching.

She didn't even glance up. "Oi, you got any AA batteries?"

I blinked. "What?"

"My vibrator died halfway through, and I'm losing my fuckin' mind. Need to finish. You got any?"

I just stared. "Uh… no. I don't have one."

She froze, straightened, and turned to look at me, towel slipping lower. "You what?"

"I don't… have one."

Her eyes widened like I'd said I'd never eaten chocolate. "You're joking."

I shook my head, still halfway in the doorway.

"Fuck me," she said. "You poor thing."

I laughed nervously. "It's not that bad."

"It is, babe. All chicks need a vibrator. It's like... self-care. Basic hygiene."

I rolled my eyes, blushing. "You make it sound like brushing your teeth."

"Exactly." She nodded, already half-distracted. "Right. Tomorrow, we're going shopping. I'm buying you your first one."

She turned, opened the fridge, and pulled out a cucumber.

"Emergency backup," she muttered, then padded back toward her room.

And just before she disappeared down the hall, she let the towel drop.

No drama. No seduction. Just a casual shrug of bare skin and round hips vanishing into the dark.

I stood there a long time after, pulse hammering, cheeks hot. Wondering how the hell I was supposed to sleep after that.

The shop was smaller than I expected. Warm lighting, soft music, everything in pastel and gold instead of black and neon. Plastic penises populated the walls, and porn played on screens throughout the shop. The air smelled of latex and pheromones.

The moment we stepped inside, my chest tightened. So many options, so many things I didn't know the names for. So many kinks I was yet to explore.

Liv, naturally, was in her element.

"Alright, rookie," she said, grabbing a basket like we were doing groceries. "Let's get you sorted."

I trailed after her, overwhelmed.

"Okay," she said, gesturing to a shelf of sleek, curved things. "These are for your clit. Vibes. Pulsers. Air suckers. Basically, your new best friends."

I stared. "They're so… fancy."

"Mate, you have no idea. Some of these could launch a satellite."

She picked up a small pink one shaped like a lipstick. "This one's discreet. Good for travel."

I nodded dumbly.

Then she reached for something larger, long, smooth, and intimidating.

"That one's for your ass," she said matter-of-factly.

I blinked. "Oh."

"Yeah. Won't do much for your pussy. Unless you're into dual action, but that's, like, stage two." She gave me a sly smile. "We'll get there."

I coughed, turning red.

After several long, confusing minutes and two impulse touches I immediately regretted, I finally gravitated toward something simple: a soft rose-gold vibe, sleek and elegant, with a rounded tip and a single button. It didn't have ears or suction cups or anything terrifying.

"This one?" I asked, half-hoping she'd approve.

Liv looked at it, then at me, and grinned. "Classy. Understated. Packs a punch."

"That sounds like a compliment."

"It is. Good choice."

I smiled, proud and nervous at once.

As we walked to the counter, Liv nudged me gently with her hip. "Gonna name it?"

I rolled my eyes. "I think I need to use it first."

"Fair. But trust me, once you do? You'll wonder how you ever lived without it."

I didn't say it aloud, but I was already wondering how I'd survived this long without her.

Liv's room always looked like it had just been hit by a very sexy hurricane. Clothes everywhere, t-shirts slung over the back of a chair, bikinis drying on the doorknob, denim shorts halfway under the bed. A surfboard leaned against the corner, waxed and streaked with sand. The sheets were tangled, and one pillow was missing its case. It suited her perfectly.

She flopped onto the bed, bouncing a little. "Alright, show me the goods."

I blushed, clutching the bag tighter. "You're not making this weird at all."

She grinned. "You bought a vibrator. It's meant to be weird."

I sat beside her, pulled out the sleek rose-gold toy. She grabbed it, turning it over in her hands like inspecting a rare gem.

"Elegant. Sexy. Powerful. Like you, babe."

"Shut up," I laughed.

She handed it back. "So… you gonna try it?"

My mouth went dry. "Now?"

Liv shrugged. "No time like the present."

There was silence.

I glanced at the toy in my hand, then back at her.

"Would it be weird if you… Did it too? Like, together?"

Liv blinked. For once, she looked unsure.

"I dunno. I've never done that with another chick."

I tilted my head, smiling gently.

"You're not usually shy."

"You're not usually bold." She said.

I glanced at her. I could see the question in her eyes. The flicker of nerves beneath her bravado.

"You don't have to," I said gently. "I just… thought maybe it'd be less scary. Together."

She sat there, mouth open but silent.

"Please? I don't know what I'm doing. Will you teach me?"

I leaned in, eyes wide and soft.

She met my gaze and sighed. "Fuck. You and your puppy eyes."

I smiled.

"Alright," she said, grabbing a hoodie off the floor and tossing it over the lamp to dim the light. "But lock the door."

I did.

"And this?" she said, slipping off her shorts as she got on the bed. "This stays between us."

"Of course."

My voice shook. But it wasn't fear anymore.

It was anticipation.

Liv peeled off her shirt like it was nothing. Then her bra, tossed to the floor. She pulled off her underwear without fanfare, scratching the back of her thigh absently, like being naked in front of me didn't register.

Her body was... unbelievable. All sun, softness, and strength. Broad shoulders, muscular legs, and a deep, all-over tan that left no lines. She was a fan of nude sunbathing, clearly. Her breasts were big, round, and heavy, full with the kind of bounce that didn't need enhancement. Her nipples were dark and plush-looking, soft but slightly peaked in the cool room.

She had strong hips and a bit of a belly, but she carried it like she didn't notice, or didn't care. Her bush was full and dark, a soft, untrimmed triangle above her thighs.

She was real. Beautiful.

And naked in front of me, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Then her eyes flicked to me.

"Your turn."

I froze. "What?"

"You gotta be naked, too. I'm not doing this solo while you hide behind your hoodie."

"I wasn't hiding," I mumbled.

Liv softened, her tone quiet but firm. "Jade. If I'm doing this with you, you gotta be naked too."

I hesitated. Then nodded.

I pulled my shirt over my head, slowly. Unhooked my bra with shaking fingers. I felt every inch of air on my skin. My thighs, soft and pale. My soft breasts with pink, nervous nipples. The round curve of my stomach, the faint line of stretch marks near my hips. My bush was trimmed but shy, and I was already wet. I could feel it, anticipation, humming beneath the surface.

I climbed onto the bed beside her, heart pounding.

We lay on our backs, shoulder to shoulder.

Liv picked up her toy, already glistening with lube. She glanced at me.

"You ready?"

I nodded.

"Start slow," she murmured. "Just press it against your clit for a second. Let your body get used to it."

I followed her lead. The moment the toy touched me, I gasped. A small electric pulse ran through me, sudden and deep.

Liv chuckled. "Yeah. Told you."

Her own toy buzzed to life beside me, her breath catching softly as she slid it between her thighs.

I let mine dip lower. I guided the smooth, humming tip to my entrance and pressed gently.

And then it was inside.

It was so much fuller than I expected. The vibration made my inner walls flutter, like my whole body was leaning into it.

"Oh my god," I moaned. "It's… inside me."

"Good girl," Liv breathed beside me.

I turned my head just enough to see her, one hand working slowly, her mouth slightly open, hips already beginning to roll.

And I knew, in that moment, this was going to change everything.

Liv glanced at me, voice husky. "You can adjust the speed, y'know."

I fumbled with the button, turned it up a notch, and gasped.

It was like something awoke inside me. Deeper, hotter, fuller. My hips bucked without permission, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud. My thighs trembled. The pulse of it, steady and perfect, made everything blur.

I stayed like that, riding the edge, letting it fill me.

Then I looked at her.

Liv had one knee bent, her legs spread wide, her toy buried deep. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, flushed chest rising and falling. She was loud, small gasps, then a growl of a moan as her fingers pinched her own nipples. She wasn't holding back. She was fucking herself with abandon, letting it all out.

Watching her made something inside me snap.

I let my eyes linger on her breasts, on the roll of her hips, on the glisten between her legs. And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, I reached out with one leg and hooked it around hers.

Our skin touched.

She didn't flinch.

Instead, she moaned deeper, grinding into her toy. Her ass pressed back against me, soft and strong, and I felt the slide of it against my thigh as she moved.

I couldn't look away. Couldn't stop.

The vibrations inside me hit a pitch that made my breath catch. I watched her, the curve of her spine, the way her chest arched, how completely lost in it she was, and something in me shattered.

I came hard, shaking, hips lifting, eyes locked on her.

I heard her too, her cry low and guttural as her whole body tightened, legs clenching around her toy. She didn't even try to be quiet.

I was still panting, trying to pull the toy out, when her voice reached me, thick with afterglow.

"No," she breathed. "Keep going. Ride the wave."

I obeyed.

She reached over with her free hand, found mine in the tangle of sheets, and held it.

Warm. Tight. Real.

We kept moving, her with that steady, hungry grind; me trembling, soaking, riding every jolt with her.

And when it hit again, we came together the second time. It was like falling into heat and air and nothingness. A second orgasm that tore through me made me cry out her name without thinking. Her body tensed beside mine. Our hands clenched.

Then silence.

Breathless. Slick. Spent.

Liv reached down, clicked off her toy. I did the same.

We turned, eyes meeting.

"How was that?" she asked, voice wrecked and glowing.

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I reached over, took her toy from her hand, and brought it to my mouth. My lips closed around the slick, curved end. I sucked it slowly, tasting her.

She watched me, stunned. Silent.

We lay there after, legs still tangled, bodies cooling.

And then, with a lazy smile, she whispered, "Remember, not one word."