
Title: A Girl's Best Friend: Chapter 1
Keywords: fsolo, solo, toys, f
Author: F-Star
Summary: A high school lesbian reaches her breaking point in the unforgiving game of seduction. NOTE: The eponymous device does not appear in this chapter.

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	“Well, maybe we should practice?”

	Claire wrinkled her nose a bit as she laughed. “Are you serious?”

	“Of course! You're 16 Claire. Any guy is going to expect you to know how to french kiss. You said yourself that tomorrow was probably the big night.”

	“I guess,” Claire said yet unconvinced, “but it isn't my fault I've been going to an all girls school for 8 years. He knows my situation. He know I just moved to town last week. He won't hold it against me.” 

	“Trust me Claire, boys don't know shit.”

	“Such language, Eva!” Claire grinned. “Does your mother let you talk like that?”

	“No,” Eva replied, a wry smile breaking on her lips, “that's why I do it.”

	“You're such a bad influence! I'll let it slide since you've been so nice to me this week.”

	“I can't be the first girl you've heard talk like that, can I? You were a Catholic school girl for crissakes. I thought you were all bad girls at heart.”

	“Well I'm not. Or at least I wasn't.” Claire looked away but quickly turned back to her new friend. “I don't really know what I want to be right now, other than kissing Matt.”

	“Well,” Eva said scooting ominously closer to Claire, “that's what I'm here to help you with!” Eva reached out to cup the side of her friend's shoulder but Claire interrupted with a hand. 

	“That is so weird Eva. I'm not a lesbian.”

	“So what? We're just friends, and I'm just giving you some friendly advice.” In one eager movement, Eva slipped up her bed positioning her self beside Claire. She playfully plopped her palms on Claire's shoulders and turned them to face herself. At first eye contact Claire broke down giggling.

	“This is so silly, but you know what you are talking about, right?” Eva smiled but remained reticent. “Right?! How many guys have you kissed?”

	“Oh...” Eva trailed off, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling, “six or seven. Trust me Claire the first kiss is the most important, and you don't get a second chance at it”
	
	Claire cocked her head sarcastically and teased, “well in that case maybe I shouldn't waste my first kiss on you”

	“Despite that insult I am surprisingly still willing to help you out.” And with that Eva draped her arms loosely around Claire's neck and drew herself close. Claire couldn't help but giggle at first but finally settled into position with eyes firmly shut. They closer and closer until Eva, her eyes now fastened as well, could feel the heat between their faces. She could feel the soft hairs on their lips brushing. She could feel —

	“Ow!” Claire yelped as their noses collided gracelessly. “I thought you said you'd done this before.” 

	“I have,” Eva retorted, quite embarrassed. “You, on the other hand, obviously need some practice”

	Once again Eva pulled Claire in, this time keeping her eyes well open. With an apt tilt of the head, contact was made. The first touch of their lips sent a noticeable shiver down Eva's spine. She instinctively pressed harder, squeezing her eyes tightly. All she could feel was this drive, this need to be closer. She wanted to press their faces so hard that they might collapse into each other, the two becoming one, and the kiss never ending. 

	She recovered her senses just in time to remember her mission. Her tongue forcefully probed the boundary of their kiss. Claire was hesitant at first, but more earnest pounding from Eva and the resistance was overcome. Eva sought Claire's tongue with her own and encoiled it. As their bodies intermingled Eva's feelings were nearly indescribable. She felt joy like never before. She saw images of Claire; her naked body; the two of them on a boat, married and sailing the ocean. Time had stopped. Forever was now, and that perfect moment was everything Eva had dreamed of. When Claire finally pulled away Eva breathlessly turned her hungry eyes up to Claire—

	—only to see her doubling over in laughter. The blood drained from Eva's face. Her joy turned to depression, to anger, and finally disgust. 

	“Oh wow Eva that was ridiculous,” Claire managed to choke out between gasps for air. “That was seriously nothing close to what I expected from my first kiss.”

	Eva, barely able to muster a response through her embarrassment replied grimly, “And what did you expect?”

	“Well I didn't expect you, for starters.” Claire stood up “I was definitely expecting more hot and less hilarious. But I'm actually happy we did that. I'll be a lot less nervous tomorrow. Thanks”

	Through the whole exchange Eva had been fighting tears; fighting the urge to hit Claire and throw her out the bay windows. However, Claire's final compliment perked her up a bit, and she decided to salvage whatever gratification she could from this encounter. 

	“So what are you going to wear, Claire?”  Eva asked.

	“I hadn't even thought about it!” Claire responded, panic slipping across her face. “My parents haven't even sent down most of my clothes. I just have the 3 outfits I brought with me on the plane.”

	“Good God woman! You traveled across the country with only 2 changes of clothes?”

	“I don't know. That's what I'm used to. I've worn a school uniform 6 days a week for the past 8 years. Maybe I can borrow something from my cousin Becky.” 

	“You'd be better off wearing your uniform”, Eva paused for a moment, pondering a wholly inaccurate fantasy of what Claire looked like in a Catholic school uniform. “Becky dresses like it's 1994. I've seen less denim on K-Mart couches. Trust me, you do not want to borrow anything from her.”

	“Well, what do you suggest, Mrs. fashion guru?” Claire sarcastically replied.

	A wide smile appeared on Eva's face as she stood up and walked to her closet. “Step into my office.”

	Eva threw open the double doors to her closet and turned on the light. At once the girls were confronted with a sea of colors and sparkles. The room was cavernous, or it would have been were it not filled to the brim with clothes. Three decks of shelves housed myriad shoes. Scarves, hats, and bangles hung on platforms dangling from the vaulted ceiling. At eye level there were half a dozen racks for outfits; a single rack for jeans alone.

	“Wow,” Claire gasped, taking a moment to come to grips. “I don't think I've seen this much clothing in my life. I mean, like, all the clothes I've ever seen combined.”

	“It's a passion,” Eva replied proudly. “I buy a lot of clothes but I got most of it modeling for Forever 21 last year,” she turned to Claire beaming, “and now my bounty is your bounty.” 

	“Are you serious? That is amazing! But I'm at least five inches taller than you. I don't know how much of this is going to fit”
	
	Eva was undaunted. “You're just as skinny as I am. You won't be putting on any of my pants but I have of shorts.”

	“I hope you don't plan on putting me in those,” she said gesturing to Eva's cutoff shorts. “I may have left the boarding school but I don't think I'm ready to show my butt cheeks to the world.”

	“My butt cheeks are well concealed thank you very much,” Eva pouted. “But if you insist on remaining a puritan I have some mid length skirts  that should suit you.” She grabbed a black skirt and matching print top. 

	Claire wrinkled her nose again. “This is almost as short as what you're wearing. I don't want Matt to think I'm a whore— no offense.”

	Eva rolled her eyes. “Claire this is what girls wear. You'll have to get used to it. Just throw it on. It will look great on you.” 

	Claire cracked a nervous smile and hopped in front of the full length mirror set on the back of the now open closet doors. Eva strategically positioned herself askew of the mirror so Claire would not catch her starring. Before Eva could even get set at the edge of the bed Claire was already out of her shoes and dropping her khaki pants. Eva supposed a lifetime in girls dorms had rid her of any modesty, in private at least. 

	Eva savored the moment. Claire was divine. A petite 5'7” girl already with a pronounced womanly flare to her hips. Eva watched the khakis slip down Claire's porcelain calves, her flawless pale skin sharply contrasted by her head of straight sable hair. Claire stepped out of one leg, gently arching her back and provided a sudden burst to Eva's already rapidly beating heart.

	Claire suddenly spun around and kicked her pants at Eva, giggling. Eva was so startled that she was unable to return Claire's laugh until Claire had already turned back to the mirror. Even with her thick cotton panties Eva could see the definition of her ass, beautiful and firm. Eva could see the cheeks tense and lift as Claire stretched high overhead removing her shirt. Her long arms and back exposed, Eva crossed her legs, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together to foment the warmth building under her cutoffs. However distracted she was, she couldn't help but notice that—

	“Oh my God Claire! You're not wearing a bra?” 

	Claire turned casually toward Eva. The sight of Claire's uncovered breasts sucked the wind out of her. They were small, yes, but they were definitely there, and they were definitely gorgeous. They were nubile enough that they showed no slope at all, nearly perfectly round and firmly in place framing the most succulent ever-so-slightly puffy nipples. Eva licked her lips without thinking.

	“Well, I don't really need one unless I'm running. I only have sports bras.”

	Eva shook herself back into reality and managed to respond. “Well none of my bras would fit you so that will have to do. It's a shame we can't put you in anything with bare shoulders. Your back is gorgeous.” 

	“Thanks!” Claire said looking slightly embarrassed at the compliment. She quickly turned back to the mirror and slid the black skirt up her hips. 

	“That fits you perfectly,” Eva commented, “or at least it will once you put on some real underwear.” 

	Claire turned around indignantly just in time for a pair of black panties to hit her in the face. 

	“Is that really necessary? I'd feel weird wearing your underwear.”

	“You've already had my tongue in your mouth,” Eva said with a smile. “Besides your granny panties are punching up under the waist line. You look like you're wearing a diaper.” 

	Claire sighed, now resigned to taking Eva's advice. As she turned back to the mirror Eva, seated at the bed's edge, leaned sharply forward. Her eyes widened, and she was nearly salivating at the prospect of seeing Claire's uncovered ass. She pressed her two fists into her groin, kneading her now burning vulva. The wetness began to soak through the material, forming a visible stain on the crotch of her shorts.  

	In one motion, Claire slid her panties to the floor. The sight of her fit, 16 year old ass sent a spasm through Eva and produced from her an audible gasp. Claire responded to the noise by quickly spinning to face her. Eva frantically crossed her legs and slapped her now soaking hands onto the bedspread, trying to muster a nonchalant smile through her sexual flush. As her lust-blurred vision cleared, however, Eva was starring straight at Claire's uncovered vagina. The sight of this glorious slit left Eva choking on her own breath. Her face was one of near horror as her frantic desire overwhelmed her senses. She felt her own vagina stretching out from her pelvis, reaching across the room to the angel in front of her. Panic began to replace lust. 

	“Eva, are you alright? You look—“

	“I have to go to the bathroom!” Eva shouted sprinting out the door and around the corner to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She ripped her belt off, snapping the prong in her haste. She threw her shorts and thong off in one motion revealing her hairless pussy and slammed herself onto the closed toilet. Eva began to furiously jab her two fingers into her sopping vagina with nothing on her mind but the singular image of Claire's perfect vagina. 

	“Hmmmmmm,” she hummed trying to maintain the pace. “Hmmmmmmmm mmmmm.”

	Her breaths grew shorter and louder but fingers were never enough. She needed something bigger to get off. Eva, now frenzied by lust, jumped up searching for a tool. She maniacally squeezed her breasts, pinching and stretching the flesh as she hurriedly scanned the room. Eva grabbed a wooden hairbrush and thrust her self back on the seat. She rabidly jackhammered the brush handle into her, its lopsided width filling her imperfectly as she approached orgasm. The wood burned and scraped her pussy lips with every thrust but her maddening pace could not be slowed. Suddenly the world blurred before her, an intense energy built in her gut. There was no sensation but the sweetness and heat of her pussy. 

	She exploded, letting out a short scream. Her body shook as each contraction sent her sliding further off the seat and onto the floor. She lay there struggling for air, her orgasm continuing unabated. There was a knock at the bathroom door. There were some words but Eva couldn't understand them over the pounding of her own eardrums. As the sound and color came back to her world she began to clearly make out Claire's worried voice.

	“Are you alright in there? Did you hurt yourself?”

	 “No, I'm just not feeling very good. You can take those clothes. I'll see you—” Eva paused to suck in a much needed breath. “—on Monday.”

	“Are you sure you don't need help? You sound really weak.” 

	“No no no. I just need a little rest is all. Have fun on your date, Claire.”

	Claire thanked Eva and showed her self out as Eva lay motionless on the cold tile floor. Her ecstasy from such a powerful climax was soon replaced by embarrassment and frustration. 
	
	“I can't believe you thought she would go for you,” she thought to herself. At least Eva had been able to coax a kiss out of Claire, a feat she hadn't managed in any previous seduction attempt. Claire was just like the other girls Eva had brought over: hopelessly hung up on boys. The thought of Claire making out with some Junior lacrosse douche bag made her wince. 

	“Six or seven guys... yeah fucking right,” Eva said aloud as she brought herself to her feet. “I kissed one guy, and that was enough.” 

	Eva's first and only kiss had been memorable in the worst way. Crammed into a dark closet with a strange guy thanks to an inane middle school party game, she played along along and kissed the pathetic oaf. She tried to gut through the ordeal but as soon as their tongues touched the game was over. Eva vomited down his throat and onto his shirt. He bolted out of the closet while Eva stumbled into the back yard where she stay, alone, for the remainder of the night downing wine coolers and trying to get the taste of his tongue out of her mouth. From then on, every time a male even looked at her the taste would come back. 

	And look they did. Eva, now back in her room, appraised her self in front of the same mirror that Claire's faultless facade had filled just minutes before. Eva slipped her tank top off. Her full C breasts rippled slightly as she slapped her arms to her side. Her wavy auburn hair draped delicately over her bra. Her 5'2” frame was tinted light olive by her mixed heritage. Only 15, she already had attention grabbing curves. Each trip to the mall was inevitably marred by the disgusting cat calls and intentionally too loud whispers from the male shoppers about her ass. It was almost loathsome enough to make her dress down. However, she couldn't risk missing a chance to impress any woman who might look her way. 

	Eva plopped on her bed, still naked from the waist down. It was Friday night, her mother was at church, she was alone, but the only thing she wanted now was to sleep and pretend like the day had never happened. Her pussy was still in pain from the abrasive pounding she'd given herself. She probably wouldn't walk straight all weekend. 

	“Fuck me. If can't get a girl, I at least deserve a decent dildo.” It was this frustration that guided Eva to sleep and to fortune she could never have imagined.

	

	

	

	
	

	

