Page 101 of Hot Four Teacher
“Not short.” I hand her the bag. “Just fun-sized.”
She goes to the bed where there’s a small pile of things she’s gathered and starts filling the bag.
She asks, “Can you get in my nightstand drawer and grab my retainer? It’s in a little blue case.”
She wears a retainer? That’s adorable.
I pull the drawer of her nightstand out and immediately find the blue case.
And I find something else completely unexpected.
A huge dildo. I’m talking massive.
“Uh, Michelle.” I pull out the box and hold it up.
Now, I don’t care if a woman has all the toys in the world. Hell, I think it’s hot when a woman knows what she likes and knows how to get it.
But not only is this thing almost comical in size, but I’m wondering about the sheer physics of it. I’m a tight fit inside of Michelle, and I can admit that I’m not even close to this size.
Michelle looks at the box that I just tossed on the bed. Her eyes get huge.
I say, “Baby, I wouldn’t consider myselfsmall,but I am compared to that thing.”
Quickly, she says, “That’s not mine! Well, I guess it’s technically mine, but I haven’t used it!”
“Michelle, calm down.” I laugh. “It just took me bysurprise.”
Still looking embarrassed, she asks, “Remember my sister I told you about that cares way too much about my sex life?”
I nod.
“When she heard that I met someone–you–she decided that she was going to buy me some toys toget readyin the event that you and I slept together.”
“Man, that’s a sister that really cares about the well-being of your vagina.”
“Well, let me tell you my vagina is about to take out a restraining order on her. Her only saving grace is that she got me the smaller vibrator that’s in there. That thing, I actually use.”
I reach back into the drawer and pull out the small wand. She looks at me like she’s worried maybe she shouldn’t have divulged so much.
She picks it up and gives me a confused look.
I tell her. “May as well go ahead and pack it.”
“Really?”
I shrug. “I think you and I could have some fun with that.”
Quickly, she shoves it in the bag and zips it up. “Alright, let’s go.”
I stand up off the bed and instinctively start to fold a wadded-up blanket.
Not stopping, Michelle says, “Dane, leave it.”
I put the blanket down and follow her to the living room. As soon as we’re in there, the front door swings open. We both freeze, worried it may be Eve, but it isn’t her that walks in.
She has dark hair down to the middle of her back and big brown eyes. Judging by the features, I’m guessing she’s related to Michelle.
When the girl spots Michelle, she squeals, “That’s my favorite sister!”
