Chapter 2 Testing it

COACH AND CHEERLEADER- 2

Tiana's POV

Since the dawn of time, men have always made machines to compensate for their natural laziness. I think by 2030, there would be a machine that helps bring out shit from your ass so you won't have to go through the labor of pushing the tough ones out.

Despite my opinion, I needed to get a machine for myself.

Constantly flicking my bean would make my fingers crooked. I could see the signs. The pinky was starting to creak whenever I wiggled it back and forth. I also noticed a slight curve to it I could swear wasn't part of the default package.

I need a dildo...

The weekend came fast and I spent a good part of my Saturday morning going through an online platform where I overheard most of the girls get the stuff.

I felt naughty. It was a thrilling sensation. I imagined it was the same way a pickpocket felt when he was offered the chance to work a bank robbery.

The excess adrenaline pumping through me made my heart pound like the engine of a fancy sports car. I loved the feeling. The thrill. The excitement!

My mom would die of a stroke if she was given a front-row seat to watch my browser.

There were so many different shapes and sizes. Some looked like they'd poke large holes in my ovary. It reminded me of a video I saw with a guy whose load was tagged, 'Horse Dick'.

I was good with cash. Finally, I found just the perfect match. It was a beautifully designed little thing. The color wasn't too flashy being a light shade of black.

Just when I was about to finalize the payment, a window popped up demanding my address. I should have expected it but I didn't so naturally I was shocked.

My address... I thought about my mom getting the package. A box wrapped in brown paper. She would accept it from the delivery man and sign for it seeing the buyer's name as HottiAnna. She wouldn't think too much of it until she shut the door and settled in to open the package. And when she did...

Hell no! No, no, no...

I closed the browser. There had to be another way. There must.

The only other way was to get what I needed from the shop across the street.

My mom had freaked out when it opened. A sex shop in a family-friendly environment. Preposterous! She had raised all hell trying to get it to shut down but it had been futile. Guess the family-friendly neighbors were freaks after all.

I convinced myself walking into the shop and getting what I needed would be a cake walk but taking the decisive step was the hard part.

What if I ran into my mom inside the shop? She could be a customer. My mom and dad had the perfect cover to fit the profile. I could see them having a secret sex room in the second basement door they always kept locked.

Enough of that, I thought focusing back on my little predicament. The way I saw it, I could either put on my manly pants and get what I needed from the store or I could continue masturbating with my fingers until they take on fucked up appearances.

Arrrrrrrggh! This was frustrating. My Saturday was turning out frustrating...At least I hadn't thought about Coach Carlton the whole time.

And just like that he cut off every thought taking hold of the control room that is my mind. Attempts to shut him out only made it worse.

Fuck!

I knew what was about to happen as the initial signs revealed themselves to me like a gentle seduction.

My body burned as I removed his mouth. The curve of his lips and the soft lusciousness. The tinge in my nipples, I had to touch them. Touch them!

"No," I growled jumping off the bed.

That decided it for me. I was going to get to the fucking store across the street. I was legally sixteen but the girl I saw in the mirror could easily pass for nineteen; if I covered up the innocence in my baby brown eyes then I could fool anyone; even POTUS himself.

I let my curly brown hair loose and smeared a little lipstick (or as I called it 'lip lubey') on my thick lips. Applied a touch of powder and I was good to go. My large tits and ass would handle the rest in the sensual blue gown.

I got as far as my room door before turning around.

Fuck... I look stupid, I thought standing in front of the mirror.

"Get your shit together, man." I sighed to myself.

It has been said that talking to oneself can be seen as a sign of insanity but fear was making me prerrt

I took off the makeup and lipstick. The gown too. A navy green hooded sweatshirt felt more natural.

The street was mostly empty during the weekends. I kept the hoodie on just in case as I scanned every face that fell into my radar. It was good that I hadn't seen any familiar face yet but I knew even that was a bad sign.

When you do something like this and it goes easy up until the end, then the hard part comes at the end. It was just the pattern life used to mess with sorry fuckers like me.

Twice I walked past the front door of the shop making sure the perimeter was secure. I had to be sure there was no noisy neighbor or maybe an old woman who nobody knows or gives a fuck about but somehow knows everyone because she goes to church every Sunday.

My breath came out in short bursts and my chest heaved as I struggled to stay calm. Calm. That word suddenly felt like something I just heard about.

I palmed the pocket of my hoodie feeling the thick wad of cash I'd taken along. It was just the confidence booster I needed. Something about having money just gave an overwhelming sense of success.

Let's do this!

During my third go, I detoured into the shop faster than it takes the human eye to blink. A gust of cold breeze chilled me immediately. It was cool inside.

The white lights overhead gave a peaceful, relaxing, and even serene feel.

My lips paused in a wow as I noticed just how big the store was. There were so many different aisles with things I'd never seen before in my life.

With my mouth wide open, I started the walk down the aisle. The aisle contained items of bondage. Handcuffs with timers, chains, colored ropes, blindfolds, blindfolds with cut-outs, something that looked like a torture mechanism.

My eyes glowed with awe and the exact fascination of a child walking through a carnival for the first time. The only reason I didn't gape like a stupid fool was because I made a conscious effort to keep my mouth closed no matter what I saw. That worked until I turned the corner and walked into the dildo section.

"Whoa." I sucked in air.

A furry ferret-looking clerk eyed me from behind the counter with interest but I dismissed her focusing on the mechanical dicks packed in boxes stacked on shelves around me.

I saw so much it made me dizzy with indecision.

"I know that look." A voice came directly from behind making me jump in shock.

The ferret clerk was in my face, her bony chest and spiked nipple stabbing me. Her eyes glowed as she grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me towards the counter. She was surprisingly strong for such a small woman. She looked like the type that owned too many cats and named them with names that had just three letters.

I let her drag me to tbe counter where she hurried behind and vanished into a white door.

I could feel eyes on me from a woman standing just beside me. Two boxes were in front of her as she studied me.

A voice whispered to me... Don't look. Don't you dare look at her.

It was the urgency of the voice and an innate curiosity that made me turn around to meet the familiar brown eyes.

Mrs. McKenzie!!!

"I thought that was you." She grinned at me to my bewilderment. "Caroline's girl. Trish?"

"Tiana." I corrected her; a fucking stupid mistake on my part.

She smiled at me. The softness of her smile was supposed to make me relax but it was having the opposite effect.

The clerk returned with a small box. The object drawn on it was smooth and plush in its design. Ohmibod.

"I'd recommend this." Mrs. McKenzie said coming close to where I stood. She grabbed the box and gasped. "I remember my first time with this bad boy."

I tried to imagine Mrs. McKenzie who had been president of the women book club and a staunch supporter of the move to start a neighborhood watch using a sex toy on herself. There was something wrong with the images that popped inside my head.

In an attempt to get as far away as possible from them and the awkwardness I was feeling, I accepted the box and paid for it without waiting for the change.

Mrs. McKenzie even waved at me on my way out and I could have swore to seeing her give a wink and a thumbs up just before the doors closed behind me.

Back in my room with the lights off, I stripped completely. I was already damp in anticipation to testing my new gadget.

With a deep breath, I slid the ohmibod in and....

"Holy fuck!"