(Note: For those that don't know, Polly is the living suit that Alyson brought to life using a spell in a different story. Just thought it would be fun to give her a tiny little part in this.)
“Wha..what the hell? How long have you been standing there?” Alyson said under her breath.
“Long enough. So you’ve used it. The infamous AML lotion,” the girl raised an eyebrow.
“Wait… you’ve heard of it?” Alyson asked.
“Yeah, my girlfriend has a cousin that had a batch of it about a year ago. Although I thought she was full of shit, but here you are,” the girl giggled.
“Well, does the sexy lady have a name?” Alyson’s vagina said, causing Alyson to shriek.
“Woah, so it really does talk. I can’t help but wonder what else you can do,” the girl blushed.
“The name’s Amelia, by the way. I’m in dorm room 315 if you wanna come by later.” Amelia began to turn away.
“Wait, didn’t you just say you had a girlfriend?” Alyson said, almost dumbstruck at the situation.
“Yeah, her name’s Emily. I’ll let her know you’re coming. We’ve been looking to spice things up a bit,” Amelia left the bathroom leaving Alyson a flushed mess in the stall.
“Did that really just happen?” She asked herself.
“You bet your cute ass it did. See, I’m not such bad luck after all,” her vagina giggled.
Alyson began pulling her panties and shorts up.
“Hey, leave the panties off. Wear satin or silk next time. That cotton leaves me chaffed,” her vagina commanded.
“Okay, fine, I’m just going back to my room anyway. I’ve gotta get ready for tonight,” Alyson squealed.
Alyson all but sprinted from the bathroom and headed toward the dormitory. When she got to her room, she opened the door and saw Polly, her living leather suit she brought to life a while back with a spell, sitting cross-legged in the chair next to her computer. Polly held up a tablet with a note that read, “What are you so excited about?”
“It’s a long story, but…”
“Some hot girl from class wants to fuck me,” her vagina cut her off.
“Hey, um yeah, I guess,” Alyson blushed as her blunt vagina blurted it out.
Polly held up another note, “who’s date is it, yours or hers?” the note read with a crude drawing of Alyson with an arrow pointed at her crotch.
“Well considering she’s a part of me, both?” Alyson giggled.
“See? Aren’t you glad I don’t expire in twenty-four hours?” Her vagina said as her breasts playfully pushed themselves together.
“You know I didn’t mean it that way,” Alyson said as she stripped all her clothes off and headed toward the shower. After turning on the water, she grabbed the razor and lotion from under the sink and stepped in. After several minutes of washing her hair and lathering her skin with soap, she picked up the razor and stopped short, realizing this was the first time she had shaved down there since her vagina came to life.
“Hey, um...be still alright? I don’t wanna cut you,” Alyson said as she brought the razor close to her mound.
“Girl, stop worrying about it and just be careful with that thing. Make sure you do a good job, though; I wanna be smooth as silk when I’m sucking on Amelia’s tongue,” Alyson nearly choked, hearing her vagina’s words.
“Please, at least be a little more polite than that tonight,” Alyson laughed.
“Would you loosen up? We’re not going to a seven-course meal, we’re going to fuck,” her vagina snapped.
“Never mind, just hold still,” Alyson rolled her eyes as she shaved her smart-mouth pussy and proceeded with her legs. Several minutes later, Alyson stepped out of the bathroom in a towel as Polly handed her a pink negligee and matching lace panties.
“Hey, I can’t just go in that,” Alyson blushed.
“Why not? You’re in a girl’s dormitory. You’re just going down the hall,” her vagina said.
“But…”
Polly scribbled another note, “Come on, it’s less to take off and sexy as hell.”
“Alyson quit being bashful. You literally post lewds online all the time,” Alyson went wide-eyed at her vagina’s comment.
“It’s different when it’s in person, okay!” Alyson scolded.
“Just put it on, honey. Let’s set the mood from the start,” her vagina said softly as it began teasing her clit.
“Gah, fine,” Alyson blushed, slipping on the lingerie just before stepping out into the hall.
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