In to Her

“She’s got a whole drawer filled with sex toys in there,” Logan says, nodding his head down the hallway.

It’s my turn to raise my eyebrow.

“So why don’t you go get those and we can figure out what to do with them?”

My cock jumps a little at the suggestion. Because this is normal Logan.

No, we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately. But all the times in the past have come with lots of good sex.

I forget about my burgeoning conspiracy theory and go into the bedroom to check it out. “Where?” I call.

“Bedside table,” Logan calls back.

I like her place, I decide. Not that it matters. But it’s sorta romantic, I guess. Lots of texture. Velvet and sheepskin. Like the outfit she was wearing earlier, the bedroom feels dressed up for something.

Her bed is made. That’s the first thing I notice. She’s got a ton of decorative pillows near the headboard, artfully arranged in a pattern of fuzzy cream-colored fur, vintage-looking cotton, and of course… velvet. Only the velvet isn’t yellow like her couch or the hanging drapes that surround the frame of her bed. It’s dark gray.

I’ve never really understood the purpose of pillows like that. Every woman I’ve ever known just throws them on the floor when they go to sleep. So what’s the point?

Just decorations.

I go over to the closest bedside table and pull the drawer open.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” I pick up the huge teal-green vibrator and fist it in my palm. It’s thick, and long, and has a bulbous head. Then I pick up the other one. Pink, this time. Smaller and more slender than the teal one. I turn them both on and try out the different speeds.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I turn around and hold up both the toys to Logan. “Quality,” I say. “Is she awake? Because I want to use these on her right now.”

He shrugs. “She’s sitting up. But her eyes are still closed. Did you see the other stuff?” He gives me a crooked smile so I drop the vibrators down on the bed and reach for the clear plastic zipper bag that says Oral Sex Essentials kit, but I drop it just as quick and pick up a cock sleeve with nubby ridges down the length of it. I wiggle it at Logan. “No wonder she’s so hot for us. She dates little guys.”

Logan smirks, but slaps it away from his face and picks up a clear plastic box with a set of couples toys. “I didn’t see this earlier.” He opens the box and take out the cock ring. “I’m definitely gonna try it,” he says, switching on the attached bullet vibrator. “And look, it’s got a toy for her too.”

“And a remote,” I say, lifting up the little control mechanism. “Oh, we could have some fun with this, for sure.”

“Oh, shit, what’s this?” He lifts out another toy and holds it up.

I snatch it away and nod my head, smiling. “Oh, yeah. I’ve used one of these before. Goes around your cock and this part,” I say, pointing to the thick end, “vibrates along your balls so you can tickle her ass while you fuck her.”

“What are you doing?”

We both turn and find Yvette standing in the doorway naked, her bra and panties discarded while we’ve been in here snooping.

“Making plans for tonight,” Logan says.

She leans her lithe, toned body against the doorjamb seductively. Her hair is a little bit wet from being outside in the snow, just enough to make her look like she just got out of the shower. And even though I have a ton of questions for her about that little trip out onto the terrace, I can’t stop looking at her fucking tits.

They are so erect, her nipples practically point to the ceiling. And they are round and firm. So beautiful, in fact, for a moment I wonder if they’re fake.

But they’re not. I fondled them enough earlier to know.

“Come over and find out,” I add to Logan’s weak invitation. “We’d like to take all your dirty little toys for a spin.”

“What makes you think I want you to?”

“Well, you are standing in the doorway naked. So… you know. We might be men, Yvette, but we’re not dumb.”

She just stares at Logan with furrowed eyebrows. I laugh a little because he’s so serious. And he never was good at the whole foreplay stuff. That was always me. So I decide to take over now. “You got a favorite?” I ask her. “Come show me.”

She turns her head to the side and lowers her chin, somehow looking uninterested and totally interested in the same moment. “I’m not really up to teaching you how to pleasure me with toys,” she finally whispers.

Right. She’s still drunk. And the pills. Did she take any?

Nah, I decide. I’m not into drugs but I got plenty of friends who are. And I know what fentanyl does. Even in small doses. If she took just one of those, especially with alcohol, she would not be able to walk.