“You do?”
Gage nodded and said, “Yes. I know it’s getting late, and I get sleepy when I drink, unfortunately, so I might just pass out soon, but do you think maybe instead of us meeting other people tomorrow night, I could ask Nia if we could have another night? It’s after three in the morning, and I can honestly say that this has been my best night in a long time.”
“Another night withme?” Carrie asked, sounding surprised.
Gage gave her a nod.
“Okay,” Carrie agreed.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Carrie confirmed, and her eyes lowered back to Gage’s crotch.
“If you get me going, I’ll go into my room later and take care of myself. It’s okay.”
“You’re going to get yourself off after this if I–”
“Probably no matter what, honestly. I’m really turned on right now. I have been for a while. Just talking to you tonight has done it for me, I guess.”
She smiled a little nervously and then watched Carrie swallow. Carrie’s hand moved slowly, but she still reached for her. Gage looked down and felt the hand cup her. She bit her lower lip and waited.
“Is this okay?” Carrie asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Carrie massaged and squeezed, watching her own hand move. Gage had to press her thighs together because this was insanely erotic to her.
“I like it, the feel of it in my hand,” Carrie stated. “It’s not functional?”
“Not really, no,” she said, breathing a little faster now. “It’s not meant for sex. It’s meant to look natural.”
Carrie’s hand moved down the shaft, and Gage felt her massaging the head of the faux penis she still couldn’t believe that she’d had on all night. She’d even gone to the bathroom after her first beer and had tucked everything right back into place, but she hadn’t given it a thought after that.
“If I had this on, and we were going to do something tonight, I’d take it off after the foreplay.”
“And then what?” Carrie asked as her hand left where it was and moved to Gage’s waistband.
“And then, we’d have sex.”
Carrie smiled down at her and asked, “How?”
“How? You need–”
“Tell me what you would do if we were going to do that tonight, Gage.”
“You’re trying to drive me crazy, right?”
Carrie laughed a little and replied, “Maybe.”
“I like it,” she said and smirked at her.
Carrie’s hand moved up under her shirt, landed on her stomach, and she asked, “Are you a dog or a cat person?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Hilarious,” Carrie said sarcastically.
“I don’t mind either, but dogs are a lot of work, so I’d want a chill one or, yeah, a cat.”
