A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance
Chloë’s eyes lit up.
“Ooh! Do you want to see which ones I have?”
Ones? Plural?
The dildo section of Cupid’s Playthings was wildly eclectic. Morgan really had had no idea such an assortment of phallic pleasure toys was even available. And if Chloë was to be believed, she had several of them!
“I have this one,” Chloë said, pointing to a box. “And this one over here. Ooh, and that pink one! That one’s nice.”
Eventually though, Chloë zeroed in on one particular package, plucked it off the shelf and handed it to Morgan.
“But this…” she began, “…this is my favorite!”
“Jesus Christ, Chloë!” Morgan couldn’t help exclaiming.
Chloë cocked an eyebrow.
“What?”
“It’s so big!” Morgan said, thinking that if she had ever met a man with such equipment dangling from his groin she would have feared for her life. Yet, on the other hand, her clit was now throbbing just from holding the box and looking at the dildo through the clear plastic window.
Chloë pressed up against Morgan, her lips ghosting her ear.
“Don’t worry, Miss Banks,” she whispered. “I won’t hurt you with it.”
Morgan’s clit double pulsed and she almost dropped the box.
When she recovered, she noticed something else other than its size.
“Huh!”
Chloë smirked.
“What?”
Morgan looked at her.
“It’s shaped like a penis,” she said. “I’m just surprised a lesbian would use something shaped like a penis, is all.”
Chloë shrugged.
“Yeah, but it’s a rainbow-colored penis, so it all evens out. Trust me, that thing could be shaped like a nuclear missile and I’d still want it inside me, and you will too.” She pointed to the dildo. “You notice the base?”
Morgan nodded. The dildo had a flared base.
Chloë ran her fingertips along Morgan’s upper arm, sending chills down her spine.
“That means,” Chloë began, “that it can be used as a strap-on.”
Morgan blinked. At first, she had no idea what Chloë was talking about but then it came to her.
“Oh!” she said softly before then saying with more gusto as images—and possibilities—started filling her mind, “Oh!”
Chloë waggled her eyebrows.
“I’ll be right back!” she said before darting off, leaving Morgan alone, staring at the box in her hand, pondering the possibility of actually being fucked with this thing.
While Chloë was gone, Morgan tucked the box with the dildo under her arm and wandered over to a wall at the rear of the shop where apparently every vibrator invented by humankind was displayed. She quickly spotted the one she had, courteous of that ex and was immediately offended. It was one of the cheapest models available, barely the cost of a combo meal at McDonald’s! She wondered if he bought them in bulk to hand out to soon-to-be-disappointed lovers throughout Southern California.