Kate
What are you up to, Mr. Carlson?
Whatever it takes to pass, Professor M.
I put my phone down, grinning to myself as I drive over to the store I have in mind. I’m nervous, but I’ve planned my entire day around what I want to do with Kate tonight. There’s been an endless amount of research and prep. But I want this—with Kate—and only Kate.
I park in the designated parking lot and when she pulls up, I’m waiting for her.
She takes in the big sign and gives me a questioning look.
“Let’s go, professor,” I say, grabbing her hand and walking inside.
We’re visually assaulted by a wall of dildos as soon as we’re inside, but the store is clean and organized. A woman in her mid-fifties greets us with a wide smile.
“Welcome. My name is Cortina. Is there anything you need help with today?”
“Yes, we’re looking for a strap-on for beginners,” I say.
Kate’s mouth parts next to me, and I pet down her dark hair as she gives the employee a kind smile.
“Of course, follow me,” the sex toy shop worker says, leading us down an aisle with different types of harnesses. “Are you looking for something detachable?”
“Yes,” I say. “Easier to clean,” I whisper down to Kate.
“Well, there are a few options. Is there a price point, or anything you’re specifically looking for?”
“No price point, willing to buy a few things to see what works best,” I say, and Kate is gazing at the shelves, the initial shock of where we are overtaken by excitement.
“Does this work well?” she says, holding up a dual pleasure strap-on, one that would penetrate her at the same time. The dildo itself doesn’t look large, but slightly intimidating.
“Yes, the only complaint I’ve seen for that one is the harness itself. If you’re looking for dual pleasure, I would suggest this one.” The attendant holds up a new package, and I’m relieved that the toy is slightly smaller. “This one has more straps than the thong harness, so more support,” she says happily.
It’s honestly impressive the way she doesn’t judge the fact that I’m about to get fucked by this beautiful, petite woman. I decide right then and there that I’ll leave a review and mention how helpful sweet Miss Cortina has been this evening.
“This is so helpful, thank you. I think we have it from here,” Kate says.
Cortina gives her a nod. “Of course, just note that you only want to use a water-based lube with these toys and I have a toy cleaner upfront that I recommend. If you need anything else, please just give me a shout,” she says, before walking back to the front of the store.
“You're sure?” Kate questions, glancing up at me. “This is something you want, right? It isn’t something you want to do to make me happy?”
This is how I know I’m in love with her.
“There’s never been anyone I trusted enough to do this with. But with you, it feels right,” I tell her, instead of confessing my undying love in the strap-on aisle.
“Okay,” she says, clearing her throat. “I like the idea of this one, but I don’t like that it’s a thong harness. That seems uncomfortable.”
“And big,” I say.
“How about this one, then,” she says, picking up the harness and toy combo that Cortina suggested.
“Let’s do it,” I say happily as we go to the front.
Cortina already has the suggested toy cleaner and a few lube options for us. We go with something straightforward and simple. Cortina upsells us on a lubrication launcher. Damn this lady is good.
I take my credit card out to pay, and Kate refuses, paying for the items.
We leave the shop and are standing in the parking lot.
