I hope.
We move through the store, checking out the displays, and I do my best to drown out my roommate’s running commentary. We’ve only scoped out half the store, but he’s managed to educate me on fleshlights and done his best to convince me I might need a cock ring.
“Check this out.” Coop holds up a box of peach gummy panties. “You can eat your friendandher underwear.”
“That’s it.” I point to the door. “Out.”
“I see how it is. You’re just using me for a ride.” He places the panties back on the shelf. “Do I at least get to peek in the bag when you’re done?”
That’s a big fuck no.
“Not a chance.”
“This is bullshit,” he mutters, wheeling toward the door. “I’m completely in my element and you’re wasting my talent.”
Once he steps outside, I’m actually able to focus.
Sutton likes her books spicy, but there’s no hardcore kink. Just passionate sex and lots of dirty talk, so… So what? I’m still clueless.
Should’ve done more research, asshole.
Problem is, once I got through a couple of romance novels, I decided to give fantasy a shot. Sutton was right. Audiobooks have come a long way since I was a kid. The voice actors are incredible, and it’s like I can see the story unfold in my head as I listen. I never thought I could be a reader, but I’m halfway through The Witcher series. It’s a nice change of pace from listening to music or watching videos during downtime. One I wouldn’t have explored without Sutton’s encouragement.
“How are you making out?” the saleswoman asks, appearing at my side with a toothy grin. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with?” She gestures around the store and I subtly wipe my palms on my jeans. “It can be a little overwhelming your first time.”
My cheeks heat, but she pretends not to notice.
“If you give me an idea of what you’re looking for, I can point you in the right direction.”
Fuck. This is so awkward. Never in a million years did I think I’d be talking to a stranger—no, a fellow Waverly student—about sex toys, but here we are.
“I, uh, wanted to get something for my friend. A gift.”
The words come out in a rush and I’m not even sure they’re intelligible, but she nods, her smile growing wider.
“What’s your friend into? Toys, role playing, BDSM?”
“She has one of those vibrators with a rabbit on it.” I hold up two fingers like a peace sign and wiggle them to emphasize my point, because apparently, I’m also a twelve-year-old in a twenty-one-year-old body. Which probably explains the fact that my entire face is on fire now. “I wanted to get her something else. For while I’m a way.”
“I have just the thing.” She crooks a finger and gestures for me to follow. “If she likes vibrators, she’ll love the rose bud.”
Rose bud?
She stops halfway down the aisle and picks up a small box with a picture of a silicone rose on the front.
“The rose bud is our most popular clitoral stimulator.” She hands me the package. “It has seven sucking modes and seven vibrating modes for her pleasure. Plus, it’s small, discreet, and packs a big O.”
I say nothing—because I am in no way prepared to discuss clitoral stimulation with a stranger—and she continues the sales pitch. The way she lists the product features, we could just as easily be talking about running shoes.
No wonder this place had so many five-star reviews.
I’ve always thought of adult stores as seedy, rundown shops with creepy employees, but Extreme Pleasures is clean and bright and the staff is clearly knowledgeable.
“I’ll take it.”
Thirty minutes later, I ring Sutton’s doorbell, bag in hand.
She answers the door looking flustered, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. “Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to Indiana?”
