“Me? What the hell am I gonna do with that?”
“Well, you started seeing Adam again, right?” she shrugged. “Spice things up a little.”
“Adam was one of the guys from last year. We just started seeing each other again,” I explained to Trish before turning back to Amanda. “You know we’re taking things slowly. I can’t just show up with a bunch of sex toys like some kinky nympho. We haven’t even slept together yet. Well, since last year. You know what I mean. Besides,” I added, “I don’t think Adam’s really into that sort of thing.” As hard as I tried—and believe me, I tried damn hard—I just couldn’t picture Adam sliding that cock ring onto himself before we made love. But I had to admit, the image was definitely a turn-on. “Looks like it’s my turn for the clit cream,” I said as Steph pranced down the stairs. “Be right back.”
I entered the bathroom and studied the bottle closely after washing my hands. Only one drop, Dana had said, and the directions on the bottle confirmed that. But with the sexual frustration I’d been feeling lately, I figured one more drop couldn’t hurt. Especially since I planned to bring home a new toy to try out. I put two drops on my finger and rubbed them on my clit slowly. At first, I didn’t feel much of anything, but by the time I’d washed and dried my hands, closed up the bottle, and descended the stairs, I began to feel a distinct warm, tingly sensation.
“You’re up,” I said to Amanda as I settled back into the couch. Within a minute, Amanda bounded back down the stairs.
“I didn’t feel anything after the first drop, so I put on two more,” she said excitedly. “How many did you put on, Lil?”
“Two. And that’s enough, believe me,” I said, shifting on the couch to find a position that didn’t turn me on more than I already was. God, I have to get off tonight.
A few minutes later, Trish had seated herself back on the couch and Dana was ready to continue. “Now you’ll get a look at what you’ve really come here to see,” she said. “But first, I have to go over the rules. Well, there’s actually only one rule: don’t judge. People are going to ask about things that you might think are weird. Don’t judge them. If you do, you get hit with this,” she said, holding up a leather paddle. “Who’s gonna be tonight’s Christian Grey?”
“Right here,” Tina yelled, and Dana gave her the paddle. “I’ll keep these bitches in line.”
She gave us each a few practice swats, and when Trish squirmed uncomfortably and began to turn red, I exchanged looks with Amanda. “Do you have to pee or something? Why do you keep moving around like that?” Amanda asked.
“Uh . . .” Trish began, looking like a kid who’d just got caught shoplifting. "I think I put too much of that cream on.”
My eyes widened. “I didn’t know you put any on. How much did you use?”
“Five drops. I feel like my vagina’s on fire.”
“Well, no shit. You’re supposed to just put one on,” I replied. At my judgment, I felt a sting from Tina’s paddle. “Ouch!”
“I know, but I figured if one was good, five would be five times better.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn't argue with her logic. In most sexual scenarios, five always trumped one.
Eventually, Trish calmed down a bit, and Dana began passing around a few of the smaller vibrators: discreet ones that looked like lipstick, small egg-shaped ones meant to stimulate only the outside of your body. When it got to her, Amanda dangled one of those in between her breasts by the cord.
I looked over the tiny vibrators disguised as everyday items and shook my head. “This is like foreplay,” I said to Dana. “You’re teasing us. I need one that’s like the real thing. I haven't gotten myself off in like a month, and these baby ones aren’t gonna do the trick.”
“In a month?” Amanda said shocked. “Why the hell not?”
“She said she hasn’t slept with Adam yet,” Trish answered for me.
“So what?” Amanda said. “That doesn’t mean anything. What, are you playing hard to get with yourself? If you can’t get yourself off, it just means you aren’t trying hard enough.”
“It’s not for lack of trying,” I assured her. “And believe me, I’m plenty sexually frustrated these days. Not sure why it isn’t happening.”
“Wait, how are you supposed to do that without one of these?” Trish asked, holding up one of the larger vibrators, completely confused. The poor girl was so innocent.
“With your hand! How else?” Amanda said quickly, shaking her head in a way that let Trish know how stupid her question was.
“Hey, that’s not nice,” Tina said sternly as she swatted Amanda on the thigh with a sharp smack.