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Amelie Chapter 2
The following morning when Amelie awoke, at first she couldn’t recall why she felt so different and then it all came flooding back. She had had an orgasm, of that she was sure. She had no idea such pleasure existed in the world.
At first Amelie was concerned that she would feel guilty, given her strict religious upbringing but she didn’t. Not at all. In fact, she felt empowered, like she had finally taken control of her life and had come out from the shadow of her parents deaths. She knew they would think she had become a sinner but she couldn’t understand why god would make her body capable of such things if he never intended for it to happen.
Her experimentation with self pleasure had lit a fire in her like never before. Amelie was hungry for more.
For the first time in her life, she had slept naked. It made her feel naughty and sexy. She remembered how it felt to stroke herself for the first time and her fingers found her erect nipples. Even that felt amazing. She stroked her nipples and then gently pinched one between her forefinger and thumb. Pleasure and pain shot through her at the same time, another thing she had no idea was possible. Steadying herself, she stopped stroking and decided impulsively, that she was going to take it up a notch for her second time.
20 minutes later she was in her car, ready for a terrifying mission. She had decided to check out a sex shop, to see what really happened behind those closed doors and painted windows. She drove herself to one far from where she lived for fear of being recognised. Hiding behind large sunglasses, she approached the door tentatively. Just at that moment, a small brunette woman approached from the other direction, she smiled warmly and held the door open for Amelie.
“Welcome,” she said as she motioned Amelie to go inside. “I have coffee!” she announced to the empty store as she shut the door. Amelie looked at her puzzled.
“Coffee?” asked Amelie.
“Yes, I went on a coffee run.” She checked behind the counter before turning to Amelie and smiling again. “Let me start again. My name is Clare and I work here. I got coffee for my co worker but he has disappeared. Again. He is probably out the back. Good thing you aren’t a thief!” She knitted her brow and asked in a low tone, “You aren’t a thief, are you?”
“Oh, no, I’m Amelie, not a thief, no way, no.” Amelie babbled. She had been so completely disarmed by Clare’s enthusiastic welcome that for a moment she had forgotten where she was.
Sex shop. Adult book store. Place of terror. Only, it wasn’t. It was almost just like a normal store with some unusual items on display. Some lingerie here, a big black dildo there. Amelie looked around her and tried to take it all in. She had no idea where to start, she had no idea what she was really looking for. Clare was smiling at her as she put the coffees down.
“Well, not-a-thief-Amelie, what can I help you with?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I don’t know. I don’t normally…..” Amelie trailed off and looked up at Clare. When she spoke again it was barely audible. “I have no idea what I am looking for, to be completely honest.” Amelie stared at her feet and wished she could just go back home.
“Perfect!”
“Perfect?”
“Yes”, Clare smiled. “I am an expert in helping people who have no idea what they want. I’m guessing some sort of vibrator? We have small, big, massive and extra massive.”
Amelie couldn’t quite believe Clare could speak about such things so openly and so cheerfully. She didn’t look even the slightest bit embarrassed while Amelie was already a shade of deep pink. Amelie nodded to her feet and Clare took that as an invitation to lead Amelie to the correct section.
“Here you are, this shelf here and here and here.” Amelie looked in amazement, she had no idea things would be so complicated. Clare waited for Amelie to move or say something but that wasn’t happening so Clare grabbed a package from the shelf.
“My personal favourite. Its small so it fits just about anywhere and it has different settings for different requirements.
“Requirements”? Asked Amelie and immediately regretted it.
“Yes,” Clare stated, matter of factly. “Sometimes you want continuous vibrations and sometimes you want it to pulse.”
“Oh OK, sure.” Stammered Amelie. She had decided that buying the item was probably the quickest way to get out of the store. Clare rang the vibrator up and put it in a white plastic bag. Amelie handed over some cash. While finishing the sale, Clare looked Amelie up and down.
“New to all this?” Amelie nodded silently. “If you need anything or have any questions or anything, anything at all, I am here every day.” Her hand brushed Amelie’s as she handed over the bag. “Anything at all,” Clare repeated with a smile.
Amelie took the vibrator out of the packaging in the safety of her bedroom and examined it. It looked nothing like she expected. It was small enough to fit into the palm of her hand and shaped nothing like a penis. It closer resembled a tiny computer mouse rather than anything phallic.
She pressed the discreet power button and it sprang to life, vibrating in her hand. She held it against her cheek, yes that felt nice.
In for a penny, in for a pound so she quickly undressed and lay on top of the bed. She held the vibrator against her nipple. Nice, not amazing but nice. Her left hand felt her other nipple and started pinching and rubbing it. She took the vibrator and slowly rubbed it up and down the outside of her vulva, enjoying the vibrations against her lips.
She could get used to this!
She slowly slipped the small vibrator inside her lips, next to her clitoris. Oh my god! She quickly snatched it out again. That was way too much for her already swollen clit. This was going to take some experimentation.
She tried again but in a slightly different spot so the vibrations could still be felt by her clit but it wasn’t such a shock.
Hmm that was nice. She found that her lips could hold the device in position, leaving her hands to work her nipples. She squeezed her legs together and discovered that sent delicious ripples through her as the vibrator moved against her clit and away again. She was already panting but was trying to hold off a bit longer. She didn’t want the sensations to stop so soon. She continued to squirm on the bed, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing as the feeling began to build again.
Before she knew what was happening, she was thinking about Clare. About her soft brown hair and big brown eyes. About the way she had smiled at Amelie. Clare had said that this vibrator was her personal favourite. Amelie imagined Clare, using the vibrator to pleasure herself just as Amelie was. Naked and sweating on a bed, squirming in pleasure as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Pleasure shot through Amelie like a rocket. Amelie gasped and grabbed for the vibrator, pushing it into her clitoris as the waves of pleasure swept her away. She rode the wave for what seemed like minutes, still flexing her legs and rubbing the vibrator into her clitoris as sensation after sensation left her breathless.
As the pleasure faded away, she pulled the vibrator out and turned it off.
Wow. She had never thought about a woman like that. The truth of it was, she hadn’t really thought about men like that before either. What did this mean? Was she a lesbian? She didn’t think so. She wasn’t sure. That is something that requires far more information than she had.
That is something to think about when her brain starts working again.
Not now.
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