Page 37 of Hot Four Teacher
“Veronica,” I begin, trying to search for the right words to use in this moment. But all I can manage to get out is, “What? Why? Dildo?”
She looks almost offended. “Ma’am. This is notjusta dildo.”
“Oh?”
“This is a fucking work of art. This thing vibrates and thrusts. It has an app that you can put on your phone where you can controleverything.This thing is the epitome of a good sex toy.”
“Okay,” I say, still a little stunned. “But why give it to me? If it’s so great, why not keep it for yourself?”
“One, I’m in a serious relationship and am getting laid regularly, and two, who says I don’t already have one?” She winks.
“Ronnie–”
She doesn’t let me continue. “Look, it’s been quite some time since your vagina has seen any action. We need to get it conditioned again…like they do in sports.”
“Sex isn’t a sport,” I argue.
“Maybe not for you. But that’s because you’ve been on the bench for the past ten seasons.”
“When did you get so into the sports metaphors?” I ask.
“Just stay with me here. You haven’t been laid in a decade. This will help you get everything primed and ready to go.”
My eyes flick to the box again. With this thing, I might be all stretched out rather than ready to go.
“I don’t know, Ronnie. I think this might be a bit much. I am not even sure this would fit.”
“I think you’re being dramatic.”
I hold up the box. “You don’t thinkthisis dramatic?”
She pauses for a few moments before saying, “Okay, fine.” Reaching back into her bag, she pulls out another box and hands it to me.”
“Seriously, Ronnie?”
“Oh, calm down. This one is way more tame. It’s just a little wand vibe. I know you said your bulletquit working. This will at least help you take the edge off.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
I won’t admit it to her, but this one does sound more appealing than the first option.
It’s not often that I double-click my own mouse, but when I do, a vibe is nice. Usually, I don’t even bother. When I do, it’s typically because I can’t sleep. It really has nothing to do with me being horny.
Ronnie opens her mouth to say something else, but a key in the front door stops her.
“Eve is home early,” I say. Quickly, I toss the boxes at Ronnie. “Hide these.”
She bolts off the couch and down the hall, her arms full of sex toys. I can’t see where she’s going, but I assume it’s my bedroom.
Lord, Ihopeit’s my bedroom.
Eve comes through the door and pushes it closed behind her.
“Hey, kid,” I greet. “You’re home early.”
“Yeah. We are getting a new coach in the next couple of days, so they pretty much made that announcement and let us go home.”
Ronnie comes walking back down the hallway. “Hey, Eve-a-licious. How’s it going?”
