Page 41 of Not Your Little Girl Anymore

I think about all the times Chloe has given me gifts, and I smile. It’s never been about how much money she spends. It’s always the thought that counts. Every time I had a rough day growing up, she’d give me something silly to make me smile.

My favorite gift I’ve gotten from her was a simple drawing she did for me. Chloe is the worst artist I have ever met, and I mean that with the kindest part of my heart. But there was just something about the potato-shaped people dancing in the rain with umbrellas shaped like a macaroni noodle.

I think about that drawing and smile before I reach my thumb out to run my fingers against the silky bow glued on the top of the package. I take in a deep but nervous breath. I’m a little uneasy because of the way Chloe looked at me when she handed me the box. Not to mention, she didn’t want Dad to see it and ask questions. Hopefully this isn’t a prank like the ding dong ditch one she pulled on my sixteenth birthday. She cut out Jesse Fantani’s picture from the yearbook and taped it to a box of condoms.

I shake my nerves and sit on my bed with my legs crossed. I tear apart the wrapping paper, the crinkling of the paper the only sound in the room. As soon as all the paper is off, I’m met with a white box that has a small envelope taped to the top.

I pull the envelope off to read the note Chloe left me.

Summer,

Let the moon light up your night tonight…

Love always,

Chloe.

Xoxo

I pout, confused. What does she even mean by that? I shake my head, flip open the box, and remove the tissue paper. Immediately, I’m struck. My mouth drops, and my eyes widen with surprise.

My skin heats as I stare down at one of the biggest dildos from Chloe’s work magazine. The top of the box reads, “New, large and maximum vibration” in big red letters.

I look around for my phone, forgetting where I left it. It takes me all of five minutes to find it. It was underneath some of the torn wrapping paper on my bed. It takes another two seconds before I text Chloe.

Why does it not surprise me that you would give me this. Today of all days.

Well, you weren’t supposed to open it this soon. I said later as in another day.

I chuckle, and adjust myself on the bed before responding.

You could have specified. What do you expect me to do with this?

It takes her a few minutes to reply and, as I read her response, I roll my eyes.

Use it like everyone else does. Please yourself. You could use an orgasm or two.

Typical Chloe. She’s always been hung up on finding me a boyfriend. I tried dating my first year of college and well, let’s just say, it wasn’t meant to be. I always knew I would find the right person someday, but it hasn’t been on the agenda.

I don’t need an orgasm to survive.

Don’t knock it until you try it. You don’t want cobwebs to grow downstairs for your future lover.

I dramatically drop my phone back on my bed, and flop on my back.

Thirty minutes pass, and I’m now staring down at a fake dick. What am I even doing?

I open the box and pull out the silicone vibrator. A sudden rush of adrenaline rises through my skin, and a tickling need spikes between my legs. Something I haven’t felt in… I don’t even remember how long. All I know is that it’s been a while.

Maybe Chloe is right. Blowing off some steam won’t be such a bad thing. Except, I’ve never used one of these before, and I’m not sure if I’m mixed with excitement or worry.

At least if I do it wrong, I’m alone and there won’t be anyone to laugh at me.

Right. Think positively, Summer.

Shuffling my dress up to my stomach, I hook my thumbs at the top of my panties, all the while holding onto this fake penis like it’s going to flawlessly slip away from my hands before I can get a good feel.

As I wiggle my panties over my ass, my heart begins to race. It’s slamming against its cage as if it’s trying to burst through the layers upon layers of skin to break away from its worst nightmare.

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