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And considering it had been my best online date by far, I immediately said yes.
Chapter 4
It all came crashing down the next morning, when reality finally slapped the butterflies away.
No matter how well things went with Tristan, I would eventually have to tell him.
I tossed the sheets off my legs and pulled down my underwear, cursing my vagina for being such an uncooperative pain in the ass. I realized that I was getting a bit too hairy down there. It normally wasn’t an issue since no guy had seen my genitalia in five years, but last night’s successful date left me feeling the urge to shave.
I didn’t have an electric razor, so a manual one would have to do. Twenty minutes later, it was patchy and uneven, but significantly less bushy than before.
Now feeling more confident, I rifled through my underwear drawer until I came across my illicit secret: a small bullet vibrator. It wasn’t even an inch wide, and only a few inches long, but it was the only one I could muster up the courage to buy.
I still remembered that day, walking intoSweet Romancetrembling like I was headed to my own execution. Because that was exactly what my parents would to do me if they ever found out I was buying asex toy.
It had taken a lot of self-reassuring to get that far, telling myself that this was strictly a medical device and not something that would get me sent to the gates of hell. I hadn’t been with a man in years, and I needed to startsomewhere.
But a year later, I’d made little progress. I could stick it in maybe half an inch before the burning started up and I ripped the little device out in pain. Even the vibrating feature didn’t help, although it did feel nice on my vulva.
But today, I was determined. I would push through the pain and get this stupid vibrator in my vagina, no matter what it took.
As I laid in bed with my legs awkwardly spread open, the familiar burning sensation caused me to hold back a scream. But I fought against the pain, even with my thighs clenched like iron and sweat pooling on my temples.
Eventually, my leg muscles gave out from being so tense, and I stopped. Even with the most determination I’d had in years, the vibrator hadn’t even made it in an inch.
I took a few deep, heaving breaths, ready to try again. But as soon as I slid the device back in, a knock as my door sent my limbs into a frightened spasm.
“Hey Avery, you in there?”
It was Cassidy. I scrambled toward my dresser, hurriedly shoving mounds of underwear on top of the incriminating sex toy before slamming the drawer shut.
“Uh… I’m not dressed.”
I cringed, squeezing my eyes shut. I was both embarrassed and in pain, my vagina burning from my futile masturbation attempt.
“Well, I’m headed to Critical Games forCreatures & Cryptsin about an hour. Want to come?”
My first thought was no, as I hadn’t been able to make it toC&Cin weeks due to my work schedule. I was super behind and would have no idea what was going on or what the backstory was for the campaign. Plus, I was naked, unshowered, and not up for socializing. But I didn’t have any other plans for the day, and I knew if I ended up sitting around the townhouse all day, I’d regret it.
Plus,I thought to myself,it’ll be good practice for playing with Tristan’s group.
I sighed, realizing I was once again jumping the gun.
“Yeah, just let me shower and get ready,” I shouted at Cassidy through the door.
I started up the shower, flopping on my bed with my phone as I waited for the water to heat up. I went to check my messages and realized I had two of them.
The first one was from…Devin Lancaster?
I momentarily forgot that I had given Devin my number a year ago, back when I was still going toCreatures & Cryptsregularly.But why on Earth would he be texting me right now?
Part curious and part nauseous, I opened the message.
Hey Avie. Isn’t this C&C deck yours? I found it under one of the tables this morning while I was cleaning.
Shit.
I scrambled for my gaming bag – a retro-controller-themed backpack that I kept all myC&Cdecks in. Thelifestealerdeck wasn’t there. I then noticed that Devin’s message had an attachment. It was a photo, and I immediately recognized the sun-and-moon-themed deckbox.
