Telling my story yesterday was a fun experience of opening up, so I thought I’d try again!

I like to masturbate, I always have. Self love is important! But I’d always just used my fingers because getting myself a toy felt embarrassing while I lived at home. The idea of a vibrator was intriguing to me though. I felt pretty sure I’d like it a lot if I ever got to use one.

Fast forward to freshman year of college. Out on my own! Well living in a dorm the size of a shoebox with a roommate. But on my own! I moved into the dorm in August and loved meeting new people, exploring campus, and the town my college is in. In one such walk through the town, I saw a sex shop. A little store front that advertised adult novelties and lingerie. My heart quickened as I walked by.

It took a few days to work up the courage to go in, but I eventually did. And was almost overwhelmed. I was not ready to see everything that was in there. I wandered around in a daze for a few minutes before the woman working there rescued me. She was the type of person I assumed would work in a sex shop, super nice with tons of piercings and tattoos. And as I blushed and stuttered, she eventually worked out I was looking for my first toy, and specifically a vibrator. She directed me to a small purple vibrator, waterproof so I could use it in the shower and quiet, for discretion. She rang me up and I shoved it in my bag and walked to my dorm in a daze.

I didn’t even use it that night. For one thing, I had my roommate to contend with, but I also still felt maybe overwhelmed by it? It was in my drawer and I knew it was there and when I was alone, I took it out and just looked at it. Too shy or nervous to do more than switch it on and feel it vibrate in my hand.

Then one afternoon my roommate said she was going to this like movie night thing a club she was joining was hosting, so I’d have a couple hours alone. I hadn’t been able to masturbate for a few days because I was still working out alone time in the dorm, so I was a bit needy. It was time to try it.

She left and I took out my toy. I was laying in bed and got under my covers. I slipped off my shorts and underwear, so I felt the cool sheets on the skin of my legs, contrasted with the heat between them. I turned it on. Its buzz was quiet but strong as I held it. It went under the covers. I was still hesitant and I remember I put it on my stomach, like sort of traced it down from where my t shirt had ridden up to below my belly button. Then, with one final motion, it was on my clit.

I think I let out an audible gasp. I had known it would feel good, the wink from the sex shop sales lady told me that. I don’t think I understood how good it would feel and how different from using my fingers. Holding my vibrator there, moving it around to find the right spot, it just felt more intense than anything I was used to. I prided myself on my ability to masturbate quickly. I could make myself cum in like five minutes with my fingers. I think it took two that first time.

I cummed three more times before my roommate got back. I tried to act normal. But I’m sure I had that dreamy vibe people get after they cum. And I lit a candle to hopefully make the room smell less like my scent. I’ll never know if she know how I’d utilized my alone time, but I was so happy I’d finally taken my new toy out.