The weather in San Diego was so gorgeous, Vix and Sawyer went for a long walk before that night’s show at the Soda Bar. They ended up at a sex shop sort of by accident, but had fun meandering around and looking at all the various toys. The place was near the university, so it was full of helpful people who offered assistance if needed and let them wander as they would. They spent some time perusing the vibrators and pretty, intricate glass dildos before arriving at the strap-on section. It featured realistic cocks and a variety of harnesses.
“So you ladies know, we’re having a sale on those,” the saleswoman said. “A good one too. Thirty percent off the Feeldoes.”
Next to her, Sawyer snorted. She cleared her throat and a faint blush touched her skin. “Sorry! Sorry. It’s that name.”
“It seems like it’s really good quality, though.” Vix pointed to one. It was a nice-sized cock, with the veins and everything. “What’s that little . . . pod thing?”
Sawyer leaned in close. “That’s where the alien babies come from,” she fake-whispered.
That got a laugh from Vix and the shopkeeper, who nevertheless explained what it was and how it was supposed to keep the dildo snugly inside whoever was wearing it. “It vibrates too,” said the shopkeeper. “My girlfriend and I love this thing.”
Well, that was a ringing endorsement right there, wasn’t it? Sawyer picked up one of the packages and eyed Vix thoughtfully. “I should get this. It’s like an investment, right?”
“Um.” Vix raised both eyebrows at her. “Are you going to collect dildos?”
“Well, everyone needs a hobby,” Sawyer said, which made Vix want to kiss her. “But I mean, an investment in my lesbian lifestyle.” She smiled at the woman helping them. “I’m new to all of this, can you tell?”
The shopkeeper giggled. “That’s amazing. In fact, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount on all your purchases today, how’s that?”
“Thank you,” Sawyer enthused.
“Anything for a newbie,” said the saleslady, and they fist-bumped. Vix shook her head fondly.
Sawyer bought the Feeldoe after an in-depth discussion with the shopkeeper—named Carin—and a harness, since Carin explained it could sometimes be difficult to keep the dildo inserted for proper use. Carin also helpfully showed Sawyer how to set the whole thing up after she bought it, and Vix was tempted to respond to Jeff’s Hey, where are you? text with a picture of Sawyer with a strap-on harness over her hiked-up dress, a fake cock protruding from the center.
Shopping, she sent back. Nothing you’d like.
The idea of Sawyer fucking her with the strap-on was a nice one, and she loved how excited Sawyer was at the prospect of doing it.
“What are you giggling at?” Sawyer sipped her bubble tea as they headed back toward the venue.
“How you can drink that stuff.” Vix shuddered, watching the tapioca balls move up the straw as Sawyer sucked. “Those tapioca things taste like slugs.”
“Your face tastes like a slug,” Sawyer responded pertly, then leaned over and kissed Vix, right there on the street.
“Hell yeah,” a guy said, from somewhere behind them.
“Not doing it for you,” Vix retorted with a glare over her shoulder.
The guy—some college kid—smirked. “I don’t give a shit why you’re doing it. Keep it up.”
Vix and Sawyer exchanged a look, rolled their eyes, and then decided to cross the street. The guy wolf-whistled at them but didn’t follow.
“I guess that’s better than people yelling mean things at us,” said Sawyer. She stopped to throw away the rest of her disgusting bubble drink.
“It’s still annoying.” Vix huffed. “Like we’re performing for their entertainment.”
“Well.” Sawyer giggled. “I mean, we do that every night, almost. On stage.”
“We play music,” Vix reminded her. She gestured at the bag. “I don’t think fucking me on stage with a Feeldoe is what the crowd is signing up for tonight.”
“No? Bummer. I was gonna suggest that for the encore.” Sawyer gave a little hip thrust and pulled her arms back and forth.
“You are so ridiculous.” Vix reached out to take Sawyer’s hand, free now from the drink cup. “But hot.”
“I try,” said Sawyer, and squeezed her hand.
Vix wouldn’t say she was distracted during the show by the evening’s postshow plans, but the anticipation was there the whole time. The show was great, high-energy with a wonderful crowd—including Carin from the shop, who Vix had put on the guest list—and she was so happy to have things back to the way they were before their misunderstanding.
So what if she started thinking about the last show of the tour with a mixture of dread and sadness? It was still ages away, and besides. She and Sawyer had an understanding, now. They also had plans for the evening, which had the boys rolling their eyes as they packed up the van, and opted to get an Uber to the hotel instead of staying in the trendy area and hitting any of the other bars.
They made out in the Uber, and when they pulled into the parking lot, Sawyer said to the driver, “You’re not going to make a comment about how that was hot, are you?”
“This isn’t Taxicab Confessions,” the driver said. He sounded bored. “And, lady, you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen.”
“I guess the only way we could have impressed him was to actually use that Feeldoe,” Vix said, once they were in the room. She giggled. “Unimpressed Uber Driver would be a good song lyric. Or a title.”
Vix dropped her stuff and searched for a pen, until Sawyer wordlessly handed her one of the pens imprinted with the hotel logo. “Ah. Thanks.” She scribbled that in her notebook, and they went about their usual routine of taking long, satisfying showers and enjoying the space and the unlimited supply of hot water. Vix should probably have taken the opportunity to use the Manic Panic in her bag and re-dye her hair, but whatever. That could wait. She was way more interested in what Sawyer had in her bag than she was in beauty products.
They made out on the bed for a while, all shower-soft skin and damp hair. Vix took her time going down on Sawyer, backing off when she felt Sawyer start to hold her breath, a sure sign she was close.
“Mean,” Sawyer panted, glaring down at her. She drew her fingers through Vix’s hair and frowned. “How do you manage to have messy hair when it’s wet?”
“Talent.” Vix licked up and down Sawyer’s slit. “You taste really good. Have I told you that?”
“Mmm,” Sawyer answered, writhing a bit as Vix started flicking her tongue rapidly against Sawyer’s clit. “I— Ah, yes? Maybe. I think so.”
Vix smiled, then set about making Sawyer come. It didn’t take long, and she loved the way Sawyer’s body trembled, the sound of her catching her breath after her orgasm. She herself liked to get off two or three times in a row, but Sawyer was oversensitive and needed a bit of recovery time.
Which was perfect. Vix climbed up the bed and kissed Sawyer. She liked knowing Sawyer could taste herself on Vix’s lips, and she enjoyed the way she could still feel Sawyer panting for breath. Then she flopped back on the bed, clad in nothing but a pair of black panties, and started rubbing herself through the fabric. Sawyer turned her head, face flushed and sweat-damp but her breathing under control. “You’re so hot. I love watching you.” She reached down and grabbed Vix’s wrist. “Do it beneath your underwear.”
“You are so bossy.” Vix obligingly slid her hand beneath the fabric and shivered in pleasure as she touched herself. “Luckily, I think that’s a great idea so I’m willing to do what you want.”
“You’re so good to me.” Sawyer sat up, watching Vix as she stroked herself. “I like the way your hand looks moving under the fabric. It’s super hot.”
“You’ve gotten really good at dirty talk,” Vix told her breathlessly.
“That’s because I’m fucking a musician, duh.”
“Not fucking quite yet.” Vix gave a pointed look over at the other bed, on which was strewn clothes, toiletries, and a sex toy. “Ahem.”
“I was making sure you were ready,” Sawyer informed her, leaning down and kissing her. Her hair, still damp and unbraided, fell all around Vix’s face.
Super 8 shampoo will always make me think of you. She thought about getting up to write that in her lyric notebook, but somehow, she didn’t think she’d forget it anytime soon. She reached up and tucked some hair behind Sawyer’s ear, which of course fell immediately back around her face. “I’m ready, trust me. I’ve been ready since I saw you wearing that strap-on over your bunched-up dress, and that was honestly more funny than sexy.”
Sawyer rolled her eyes, kissed her again, and then moved back. She pulled the elastic hair tie from her wrist and braided her hair in quick, sure motions. Vix kept rubbing her clit beneath her panties. “Great, now I’m going to want to get off whenever I watch YouTube hair videos.”
“You watch YouTube hair videos?” Sawyer picked up the harness and the dildo. “You’re not watching the right ones, babe, or I think your hair would be a lot less of a tangly mess.” Before Vix could say anything—which, yeah, fine, Sawyer was right—Sawyer sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and pressed two fingers inside herself.
Vix’s hand stilled at how delightfully dirty a sight that was. “You’re watching videos, Miss Bell, but they’re not about hair.”
“I’m checking to see if I need lube to put the alien pod in,” said Sawyer.
“You must be watching those videos on mute, because the things you say. Maybe I spoke too soon about the dirty talk.” Vix watched as Sawyer stepped into the straps of the harness, then wriggled around a bit and started pressing the egg-shaped appendage of the Feeldoe inside herself.
“I don’t know if this will stay in, but it’s . . . it’s okay.”
“Ringing endorsement. They should put that on the package,” said Vix. “Bring the lube, though, I might need some. That’s a pretty big cock. And you were saying weird, unsexy things about alien pods.”
Sawyer stood up with the Feeldoe protruding from the straps of the harness. She caught sight of herself in the hotel mirror and turned away, showing Vix her perfect ass framed by the straps as she examined herself. “Wow. This looks a lot different than it did in the store.”
“Mmm,” said Vix. “This is definitely more sexy than silly.”
Sawyer turned sideways, running her hand up and down the fake cock. “Huh.”
Sawyer gave the curved dildo another stroke. “I forgot to make it vibrate. Oh well.” She opened the lube and squirted some into her hand, then started fisting the Feeldoe with slick fingers. Sawyer experimentally thrust her hips forward as she twisted her hand over the head of the fake cock.
Vix was both amused and turned on by Sawyer’s unabashed glee in her new toy.
Vix had a sinking feeling that the thing that was going to make her fall for Sawyer Bell was not how gorgeous she was, not the way she looked onstage playing the violin, or even kneeling between Vix’s legs, naked with a dildo affixed on a harness. It was the way she made jokes while she did that, how she could make Vix laugh with her wicked sense of humor and sharp wit.
“You okay?” Sawyer asked, while Vix felt her heart start to speed up as she realized maybe going to fall wasn’t quite right. Maybe she’d already done it. How many of those highway lyrics were about Sawyer?
Oh, Jesus. Vix nodded, distracting Sawyer by rubbing herself between her legs. “Yeah. You look hot like that.” She reached one hand up and played with her own nipple, tweaking it lightly.
“You look hot like that,” Sawyer responded. She studied Vix. “How do I— I mean, how do you want it?” She blushed prettily, her hands coming up to press against her cheeks. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it? Also, ew, now I have lube on my face.”
Yeah. There was no going to fall, not anymore. Vix flipped over on her hands and knees. Sex. Just think about sex, Vix. “I like it this way. Super dirty.”
“Okay, cool,” said Sawyer, as if they were discussing stage directions. “Wait, could you . . .?”
Despite momentarily being overwhelmed by her feelings, Vix had to grin. “You totally want to watch yourself in the mirror, huh?”
“Guilty,” Sawyer said, cheerfully. “What are you giggling about?”
How cute you’re being right now. “Nothing, promise.” Vix obediently arranged herself on her hands and knees, and she had to admit the view in the mirror was hot as hell.
“Um, so . . .” Sawyer wriggled around behind her. “Slight problem.”
“What’s that?”
“Literally you being slight,” said Sawyer. “Height difference.”
“Oh.” Vix thought about that. “Here, give me a pillow I can kneel on.”
Except that it was the Super 8, so the pillow was mostly the consistency of toast and went flat after two seconds of Vix kneeling on it. “Maybe I need another pillow. This isn’t the Hilton.”
It took a few adjustments to get themselves in position, but they managed it eventually. Sawyer nudged the tip of the dildo against Vix’s cunt, pressing slightly. “Does this hurt?”
“No, because you’re barely doing anything.” Vix glanced up at her. “Go on, fuck me.”
Sawyer bit her bottom lip. “I’m having performance anxiety.”
“If that thing can get soft, then we’re taking it back.” Vix smiled encouragingly. “Trust me, if it hurts, I’ll yowl and tell you to stop.”
Sawyer snorted and settled her hands on Vix’s hips, then pushed. The dildo felt authentic, though without the natural give and slickness of flesh. Sawyer went slowly enough that it finally slid in all the way, and Vix pushed back in encouragement. “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” Sawyer sounded very pleased with herself. “Cool.” She started moving her hips, sliding the cock in and out, and gradually the slight discomfort from the drag of the silicon faded as Vix grew wet from being fucked. “This is pretty great,” Sawyer enthused, her hands on Vix’s hips. “Is it working?”
“Is it—did you ask if it was working?” Vix, who’d dropped her head as she enjoyed the sensation of being fucked, lifted it and met Sawyer’s eyes in the mirror. “It’s definitely working.”
“Can I do it harder?”
“Um, duh.”
Sawyer snapped her hips forward, and she got a pretty good rhythm going before the cock slipped out of Vix entirely. “Uh-oh.”
“You’re fired,” said Vix, panting. She was enjoying how it felt to be fucked, definitely, but Sawyer’s enthusiasm and her clear glee in the activity was maybe the best part. “Kidding, Bell. Get over here and fuck me some more.”
“I’m on it.” Sawyer settled behind her again, giggling, fucking Vix with the cock. A few times she’d say something ridiculous, but mostly she made sounds of enjoyment as Vix moaned from the pressure of it, the feeling of being full and fucked.
“My thighs are killing me,” Sawyer panted, at length. “Also, I have no idea when I’m supposed to stop.”
“When you’re tired, or I am.” Vix moved, her legs shaking and a little jellylike as she knelt by Sawyer. “You’re all sweaty.” She grabbed Sawyer’s braided hair and kissed her. “I like it.”
“You are too. I like fucking you. I might like fingerblasting better than cockblasting, though. I like being able to feel you.” Sawyer pulled away, breathing hard. “How can we do this so that you do most of the work, instead of me?”
They switched so Sawyer was on her back, with Vix straddling her and riding the dildo. She loved looking down at Sawyer while she moved, and she started rubbing her clit with two fingers, faster and faster as her slit grew slick beneath her fingers. She kept it up until she’d gotten off twice more, barely aware of Sawyer’s murmured encouragements and the hands on Vix’s thighs to help keep her steady.
Vix felt her inner muscles spasm after her last orgasm, and the dildo was suddenly uncomfortable in a way it hadn’t been before. She eased off and collapsed on her back. Now her thighs were aching, but fuck, that’d been good.
Sawyer was looking very smug as she fisted the fake cock a few times. She wiggled her eyebrows. “I got you off and fucked you at the same time. You know what that means, right?”
“It means you’re two seconds away from a blast-off joke,” said Vix. “Doesn’t it.”
“Maaaybe,” Sawyer drawled, standing up to take off the harness. She winced a little as she removed the egg from herself. “Ouch.”
“Want me to kiss that and make it all better?” Vix asked. “You can ride me, this time.”
“I’m not sure I want you to fuck me with the cock,” Sawyer responded, utterly serious.
Vix sighed, admitted she’d made a tactical error in going to bed with someone she liked so much, someone who made her laugh and someone who needed to watch a lot more porn, and scooted down a little on the bed. “Get over here and ride my face.”
“Oh. Oh!” Sawyer smiled and crawled on the bed. “You have good ideas, Victoria.”
Vix wasn’t so sure about that, but she was willing to be convinced.