“I came out not all that long ago, but I had applied to come here before I finished telling what felt like everyone I’d ever met that I was gay. As crazy as it sounds, I thought this would help me.”
“Help you come out?”
“Help me meet a woman to… be with for the first time.”
“First time?” Gage asked, a little surprised, and tried to hide it by sipping her beer again.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because that’s bad, right? I mean, you’re obviously… experienced. And don’t think I didn’t notice your… bulge there.”
Gage looked down and said, “Oh, shit. I forgot I had this on.”
“You forgot? How do you forget?”
“I did. Shit. Sorry. You probably think it’s weird.”
“No, I don’t. But why do you wear it? I know why during sex, obviously.”
“Most of the time, I don’t. I did it today mainly because I was being petulant since Nia has me on notice. And– Well, honestly, I had sex with someone here strapped – not this one, obviously; this is a packer, and I used an actual harness anddildo that Nia provided, following the rules – but I kind of hoped that maybe thatsomeonewould want a repeat, and she’d ask for me tonight. My plan didn’t work, though, and I forgot all about it.”
“You wanted someone else tonight?”
“No, not like that, Carrie. Not like I didn’t want to get to know you tonight. This was before I knew we were paired together. I was being immature and thought if I showed this off or something, it might inspire someone to break the rules with me, and that was wrong.”
“You wear it other times, though. Why do you wear it, then?”
“I just like it,” she said. “I know that it might not make sense to some people, and I don’t do it often, but it’s nice to have a woman over, and she reaches out and massages it, you know? Just a turn-on thing. I can take it off if it bugs you.”
“It doesn’t,” Carrie replied while still looking down at her bulge, which Gage found interesting. “Does it bug you that I’ve never been with a woman?”
“No,” she said honestly. “Do you… Want to touch it? I don’t mean in the way… Sorry, I just said it like we’re going to do something tonight. Just, if you’re interested in it and want to like… never mind.”
“I am way too tipsy for that,” Carrie said, laughing a bit, and she finished her drink before she set it on the table. “But yes, I’d like to. Isthatweird?”
“No. We all have our things, right?” Gage moved to lie flat. “You can touch it, if you want, or not. I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, okay?”
“I know. I… trust you. Maybe that’s the alcohol talking.”
“I hope not,” Gage replied.
“Do you feel it?” Carrie asked and rolled onto her side, still staring down at Gage’s crotch.
“Not how I feelother things, no. But it still feels good, and it’s a nice way to take the night from watching TV on the couch to some foreplay and then more if both parties want.”
“Will it turn you on if I touch it?”
“Yes. It’s turning me on right now, justthinkingabout you touching it.”
“Then, I shouldn’t because I don’t want my first time with a woman to be when I’m tipsy, bordering on drunk.”
“It’s okay; I can handle it,” Gage replied, smiling over at her. She cupped Carrie’s cheek, looked into her darkening eyes, and asked, “Is it turningyouon, too?”
Carrie nodded.
“I like that,” Gage told her. “I think you’re beautiful, Carrie.”
