The Gag Gift

It’s Adria Rae’s birthday. She’s dressed, heels on, when the knock hits. She opens the door annoyed, not expecting Casey this early. Casey stands there clutching a gift bag, blurts “Happy birthday!” like she’s just won something. “Way too early,” Adria snaps, but Casey’s already stepping inside, grin impossible to knock off. She says the real reason she came early is sitting in the bag and you don’t open this one at the dinner table. Adria takes it, still irritated, rolls her eyes, and sits. Casey stares at her own knees while Adria pulls out the strap-on. They both laugh—then Adria lifts an eyebrow. “What exactly are you trying to say here?” Casey swears it’s just a gag gift. Swears she’s never even kissed a girl. Swears the real present’s in the mail and this one’s going straight back. Adria runs a finger along the silicone, nods like she’s rating fine wine. “Quality’s decent,” she says. “You really never tried one?” Casey shakes her head. Adria leans in anyway, slips a hand between Casey’s thighs, asking if curiosity ever kept her up at night. If it did, why wait? Casey’s answer is a shaky breath. Adria kisses her then—tongue, teeth, hand sliding under fabric until Casey’s shivering. The shyness melts. She lets the birthday girl tug her shirt off, mouth closing over each nipple before drifting lower. Adria’s tongue works slow circles, gets Casey soaked, then she straps the toy on and pushes in. Casey gasps, back arching, already forgetting any plans to return the gift.