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B.O.B. and Me
by Lucinda Gavin (lostgirl33@hotmail.com)

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Battery Operated Boyfriend (F-solo, mast, toy)

***

Well, I did it. I bought B.O.B., Battery Operated 
Boyfriend, vibrator, whatever. The box says muscle 
massager... yearite. This is all part of my drawn out 
sexual exploration. Don't get me wrong, I've been 
masturbating as long as I can remember. I can recall as 
a tot, describing my new discovery to my mother, how 
doing this and that made me feel like I had to pee. 

I also remember the distressed look on my mother's face 
that suggested maybe this was not the best thing to 
talk about. I once had to share a room with my brothers 
in cabin and while I was making my little cot shake, my 
older brothers laughed and wondered out loud what the 
heck I was doing. If my discussion of this is arousing 
to you, STOP THAT! I'm merely trying to demonstrate 
that little boys are not the only ones with sexual 
curiosity.

Not only did I explore my body, I explored the house. I 
found Dad's Playboys, which were pretty tame in the 
late '60's, although because I only looked at one or 
two pictures, I never found the center-fold. In my 
middle school years, I was looking for makeup remover 
in my parents' bathroom and found a 'dirty' desk 
calendar with jokes and drawings. 

My father found me sitting on the floor next to the 
open drawer, and I saw that look of silent distress 
once again. I was in high school when I found a 
collection of short stories by Anais Nin. If you don't 
know who she is, look her up, you won't be 
disappointed. I don't know if that was at home or at my 
great aunt's summer cottage when I found that, but it 
doesn't matter. I should have taken that as a 
confirmation that an interest in erotica was not new to 
my family.

Even as I got older, I found several books of erotic 
art as I was hanging one of my father's suits back in 
his closet, and it still did not occur to me that it 
was okay to be sexual. I merely translated it as it was 
okay for my father to be sexual. Despite that, I 
enjoyed this glimpses of what I perceived to be 
forbidden pleasures. 

Since I was still a virgin, and knew very little of 
what a man could do for me sexually, it was the 
pictures of women masturbating that were most arousing. 
I can still see in my mind the Japanese drawing of a 
woman straddling a low tree branch, lying on it like 
wild cats do, rubbing herself against the rough bark. 
It was the little smile of contentment that triggered a 
thought. Maybe I was supposed to enjoy what I was 
doing.

So ultimately, it was not any sense that sex was wrong 
that inhibited me, but the awareness that sex was 
private. Through the clumsiness of my first sexual 
experiences, past the dry spells and the acceptance 
that maybe the timing wasn't good for finding Mr. 
Right, but I could be satisfied with Mr. Right Now ... 
through all these things, I kept quiet. I hid my light 
under a bushel until now. So yesterday, I went looking 
for B.O.B. 

It sounds silly, and it is. If I wanted a vibrator, I 
should have gotten one, ages ago. Who cares? How many 
women have done just what I have? Why was it such a big 
deal? It's funny now. I walked into the novelty store, 
with its tarot cards and artificial vomit and sex toys. 
I stood by the display, they have several sizes you 
know. The standard one is seven inches, while there is 
a narrow one 5" long, but about 2" of that is handle. 
I'm guessing it's for anal stimulation. 

Then there's the Oh-My-God size. (My father uses that 
phrase for any economy sized package but I think it's 
especially appropriate here.) I think that's the 9" 
one, and it's thicker than the standard. Just keep it 
away from me. They also have glow in the dark. I went 
in once during their Valentine's Day promotion and saw 
the specialty vibrators ... hoooeee!! 

They also had `massage kits' with oils and such which 
had vibrators included, and I was tempted to get one of 
those because it didn't announce to the world, `I'm 
buying a vibrator!!!!' However, the kit would have been 
more expensive and besides, that was cheating. So I 
picked a 7" standard vibrator. No frills, made in 
China, not even a UL certification, I'd have to keep it 
out of the shower. 

So I was ready to check out... not quite. 

I was still feeling awkward, so I cheated a little bit. 
I picked out a gift bag, one of those mini shopping 
bags people use if they are genetically unable to wrap 
gifts. It had this buff guy wearing next to nothing and 
a message saying "Happy Birthday!" on it. 

The thing I keep noticing is that he's shaved under his 
arms, I find it distracts from his manly image. So I go 
up to the counter with the illusion of buying a silly 
gift for a friend. I have enough sense to avoid saying 
anything but "Good Afternoon" to the young man behind 
the counter. He's well built and tall with a spiky 
blond flat top.

"You're going to need batteries for that," he says.

"I guess you're right." To my amazement, I'm not 
blushing.

"I'll get them for you," the young man says as he moves 
from behind the counter.

I manage to look nonchalant with all these thirteen 
year old boys standing by ogling plastic turds. The 
first time I bought condoms, and then when I bought 
non-latex condoms, I had seen young boys standing 
nearby. Both times, I had to spend a while reading 
boxes to make certain I had what I was looking for, and 
I felt awkward. Fortunately, just like on `Wild 
Kingdom,' they were more intimidated by me than I was 
of them. I looked to make sure Marlin Perkins wasn't 
watching from the safety of a blind somewhere. The 
salesman returned with the batteries and he rung up my 
purchases without comment.

So finally, B.O.B. and I could be alone together. We 
wandered the mall for a while and had coffee before we 
went home. I wanted to spend some time alone with 
B.O.B. before my roommate came home. I went to my 
bedroom and undressed. I took B.O.B. out of his 
package, and he was remarkably simple. There wasn't 
even a switch, just a metal plate inside a screw top, 
just like a flashlight, simpler in fact. When I screwed 
the base all the way on, zzzzznnnnnnn.... 

For a moment, I thought that this might be an excellent 
alternative to the flashlight in teaching basic 
electrical circuits. I used to to be high school 
science teacher and I chuckled at the thought of the 
students' rapt attention until the principal and 
parents came for me, torches and pitchforks in hand. 
The cry, "Burn the witch!" echoed in my head as I slid 
my hand down my belly.

I let B.O.B. watch for a while, as I found my clitoris. 
I reached down farther to see if I was wet yet. There 
was moisture down there, but it was watery and not the 
thicker, slippery fluid that indicated real arousal. As 
I lay on my back, one hand cradled a full breast and 
began teasing the nipple, running my nails lightly over 
the top. The other hand between my legs, two fingers 
rubbing my clitoris in small circles. 

If you haven't noticed this by now, there seems to be a 
direct connection between a woman's breasts and her 
pussy. Suck, roll, or pinch her nipples in the right 
way and her PV? (PC? PVC?) muscle will clench, and 
trust me, this is a good thing. I felt the tingling, 
aching sensations of arousal build, in fact, I'm 
feeling that way right now, as I recount it. *smile*

Now it's time for B.O.B.'s maiden voyage. I don't turn 
him on right away, feeling the smooth plastic as I 
press it along my vulva. B.O.B. is featureless, lacking 
a head or a foreskin or other attributes found on a 
living, male penis, and I'm a bit disappointed. B.O.B. 
feels cool against my skin as I slide him in. He enters 
smoothly, and I can feel his presence inside me. I turn 
the base, zzzzzzzznnnnnnnnn... Oh my! 

I feel the buzzing and yes, it's exciting. I grin to 
myself. I feel it most in the fleshy lips on either 
side of my vagina and by the sensitive entrance to my 
ass. I don't yet feel it near my clitoris and I rub the 
little bud with my free hand, but it's more difficult 
to move around since the flesh of my vulva is pulled 
tighter to make room for B.O.B. I begin to move B.O.B. 
in and out of me. I feel the sensations change and my 
body does not have time to get used to them, and the 
tension I seek begins to build again. 

I pull B.O.B. towards me and he vibrates against my 
pubic bone, oh yes, that's good, and slide him up to my 
clitoris. I jump a little and my legs twitch as I feel 
a jolt of intense pleasure at the apex of my sexual 
landscape. B.O.B. lies lengthwise between my inner 
lips, with his tip pressed against the far wall of my 
entrance. I roll him back and forth over my clitoris, 
keeping myself from getting used to the sensations. I 
feel the muscles clenching and pleasurable sensations 
build, this is going to be very nice. 

I slide B.O.B. down and into me again, I'm more wet 
now, but I take my time, feeling him buzz against the 
path between my lips, which is also sensitive in it's 
own way. I arch and roll my head back as B.O.B. 
triggers another jolt. Whether it's with B.O.B. or 
flesh and blood lovers, those intense but expected 
moments are the most cherished and most aggravating in 
their unpredictability.

I resume thrusting B.O.B. in and out of me. I grip at 
him, to feel him press harder against my walls. I tilt 
him and feel the tip push against the sides and 
...oh... against my ass. I hold him up against my pubic 
bone, which squeezes the flesh between two hard 
surfaces. This is the so-called g-spot, and yes, it 
feels very nice, *smile*. However, I'm growing 
impatient, and I pull B.O.B. out to rub against my 
sensitive nub, my legs trembling. 

I'm getting close and I revert to the very first style 
of masturbating I've ever practiced. I slid B.O.B. back 
inside me and rolled over on my belly. I clenched my 
legs together, tensing my entire body below the waist. 
I rubbed my clitoris from the side, not even slipping 
my fingers between the moist, fleshy fold. With my 
other hand, I held a pillow next to me and buried my 
face in it. I felt B.O.B.'s buzzing deep inside me and 
the pressure of him as I clenched around him. In this 
tense, feverish posture, I felt the aching pleasure 
build to a satisfying release. 

I rolled onto my back, and felt B.O.B. slip out of me. 
While I was in the throes, I must have squeezed poor 
B.O.B. out. I unscrewed the base and B.O.B. fell 
silent. I laid B.O.B. gently on the floor beside the 
bed and fell asleep. I think this is the start of a 
beautiful friendship.

END

Lucinda Gavin -- lostgirl33@hotmail.com
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Lostgirls_Library/

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