Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

caressing me through my underwear.
I kiss her one last time. “And I have to meet Amy and Krisjen.” I
whimper, breaking into a sweat as I climb off her. “I’ll see you at eight,
okay?”
She rises, we kiss, grab our bags, and head for the door, stopping
periodically to paw each other, giggle, and kiss some more.
“Do you have it?” she asks.
I smile, knowing what’s on her mind. Digging in my bag, I pull out the
toy—a long, black, vibrating, strapless gadget that filled me with equal parts
dread and excitement when I took it out of the package.
“Whoa.” She pushes my hand down, trying to hide it from the window in
the door. “You brought it to school?”
I press the button, the vibrations humming through our hands.
“Is it okay?” I ask, looking at her hesitantly. “It looked like something we
both could, you know…” Get off on. “And the reviews were good.”
We can both use it at the same time, the ends positioned perpendicular
from each other, so one end goes inside her, and the other inside me as I
straddle her. There’s a ribbed section that presses into her clit, so hopefully
we can both come.
But she stares at it, not answering, and I tense a little.
Maybe this is too much. Or wrong, I don’t know. I want to lose my
virginity to her. This is all I could think of.
I lick my lips and stuff it back into the bag. “I guess I should’ve just let
you pick it out.” I laugh nervously, shaking my head. “I’m not sure what
you’ve used before, so I don’t know. Maybe—”
“It’ll be amazing,” she says, taking me by the back of my neck and
kissing me softly. “Bring it tonight.”
I kiss her back, murmuring, “Okay.”
My pulse races, and I’m not sure if it’s her or because I’m nervous, but
these toys are a thing, so there must be something to them. I guess we’ll see.
I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in while I cover her breast
with my hand.
She moans, and I smother it with my mouth. “Shhh…” I laugh.
It takes another twenty seconds, but I pull away from her and shove her
toward the door. “Ugh, okay, we gotta go.” I kiss her again. “Go, go. Please.”
She rights her clothes and opens the door. “Bye.”
I follow her and pull her back, kissing her one last time. “Bye,” I whisper.