“I can’t believe that we’re going to a party for-” Miranda dropped her voice, finishing her sentence in a hushed whisper, “-sex toys.”

Andy ran her hand up her lover’s arm, giving it a tiny squeeze whilst fighting to keep the amused expression off her face. It had taken her weeks of persuasion for Miranda to even consider the idea of going, and now that she had agreed, Andy didn’t want to ruin it.

“It’ll be fun. Doug is going to be there.”

Miranda rolled her eyes, “Andrea, if you think telling me your buffoon of a friend is attending, is going to make me want to go even more, you’re going to be getting quite a shock.”

She was right. Doug and Miranda weren’t on the best of terms, ever since he ruined a brand-new (very expensive) blouse that she’d been wearing for dinner when they first met. It seems that no amount of elbow grease can get rid of a red wine stain.

The small pout on Andy’s lips was enough to make Miranda sigh in defeat. “Fine, if you wish, I’ll be nice—for tonight.”

Andy made a small murmur of approval before closing the gap between them, pressing her full lips against Miranda’s unsuspecting ones. It was enough for Miranda to know that she was pleased with the admittance.

“Now, no more kissing, we have to go.”

It was now Miranda’s turn to pout. Andy smiled warmly, using a thumb to rub away the smudged lipstick. Perfect—as always.

The smile dropped from Miranda’s face. “Dear God, already? You have got to be kidding.”

Andy slipped her hand into her lover’s, tugging it gently, “Nope. Roy is waiting.”

Miranda reached into her purse with her free hand, pulling out a pair of expensive shades. Andy arched a questionable brow, her eyes darting between the accessories and Miranda’s face, waiting for an answer. “I may be open about our relationship, Andrea, but I don’t want a picture of me standing beside an obscene sex toy on page six.”

She did have a point, Andy mused thoughtfully, curling her fingers tighter around Miranda’s. However, she didn’t have the heart to tell her that the sunglasses could never protect her identity when she had hair as white as she did. The thought made her smile. Page six it is.

***

The venue in which the sex toy party was being held was in the centre of New York. There wasn’t—understandably—any advertising outside the building, but once you entered through the main doors, it was completely different. Adorning the walls were brightly coloured posters, each one showing a different sort of sex-toy. Some, even Andy had never seen.

She felt Miranda stiffen on her right, but only offered a squeeze of her hand for comfort. She wasn’t going to let her back out, not now, not when they’d already arrived. Andy was too fascinated by it all too even think about going at that moment in time.

Women and men bustled about, talking amongst themselves quietly. As Andy peered curiously around the room, she spotted Doug with a strapping young man hanging onto his left arm. She pointed him out to Miranda, who only rolled her eyes in response.

“Play nice, babe, please.” She kissed the corner of her mouth, “You promised.”

Miranda pursed her lips, tilting her head away, “I did no such thing.”

Oh well—too late now. Doug lifted a hand in the air and waved, calling out both of their names. Miranda stiffened once more, her cheeks flushing a bright pink. People around them stopped mid-sentence to turn and look, watching curiously as Miranda basically dragged Andy across the room to join Doug and his date.

“Do you have anything between your ears, you imbecile?”

The icy comment took them all by surprise. Doug slunk back, half hidden behind the fair-haired man, whilst Andy merely released Miranda’s hand. No. She was not going to talk to her friends like that. She crossed her arms over her chest and spun around to face Miranda—, who was now breathing heavily out of her nose and glaring at Doug, her cold eyes harder than normal—holy shit.

“Miranda,” Andy slid her hand down the woman’s arm, feeling her relax beneath her touch, “I have an idea. Let’s go explore, then join Doug later—okay?”

It sounded like a good plan. Miranda looked away from Doug, turning her attention to Andy with a noticeably more relaxed expression on her face. The gentle nod of her head gave the go ahead, and soon they were moving through into the next room.

This was the room that held the many assortments of toys. As they entered, Miranda sucked in a breath whilst Andy grinned wildly. This was going to be so much fun.

“Let’s go over here first.”

Miranda reluctantly walked alongside her towards the right hand side of the room. “Look at this one,” She pointed to an insanely large pink dildo, “What do you think?”

The look on Miranda’s face was enough to tell Andy that she did not like.

“Okay, how about this one?” She tapped a much smaller one which was appropriately skin coloured, “Is that one okay? What do you think?”

Miranda squirmed uncomfortably. She could feel her neck heating up and the apex between her thighs growing wetter. This should not be turning her on. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to think of a sarcastic retort, but her throat had suddenly gone dry. Andy’s lips curled upwards to reveal a wicked smile.

She stepped closer, brushing her lips against the shell of Miranda’s ear. “Will you buy that for me?” Her hands tickled up the older woman’s arms, sending shivers down her spine. “Please.”

Miranda straightened her back, swallowing to get rid of the sudden dryness—but then she was turning the tables. “We need to buy a harness then.” Her voice held no amusement, arousal, etc. It was just normal, bland, and professional—a voice she’d use within the walls of Runway.

Once they’d requested a suitable harness from the woman on the opposite side of the table, Miranda handed over her credit card and paid for the items. Eliciting an excited smile from Andy—who couldn’t wait to get home and try out her gifts.

***

Both Andy and Miranda were glad that the twins were away with their father. It gave them a quiet and empty house to return to, and explore.

Once they entered, Miranda placed a small kiss on the back of Andy’s neck before telling her to head upstairs and undress. Miranda would follow her up shortly.

Excited, Andy did as she was told.

Suddenly her stomach started to bubble up with nerves. She stood awkwardly in the centre of the room, her hands low beside her naked hips. Was she just supposed to stand here and wait? Lie on the bed? Andy swallowed the lump in her throat before walking over to the window, curling her fingers around the cord of the curtains to pull them closed. That’s when the bedroom door clicked open.

Her breath caught in her throat when she heard Miranda enter. She was soon pressed against her, her breasts pressed deliciously against her back and the pressure of the toy against her bottom. Andy released a deep ragged breath, her centre tightening uncontrollably. Miranda reached around, pressing the flat of her hand against Andy’s taut stomach. She hissed.

“Are you sure you want this, Andrea?”

Andy groaned softly, tilting her head back to lean against Miranda’s shoulder. It was enough encouragement for Miranda to continue her ministrations. She trailed her hand up her body, brushing her palm over a painfully tight nipple. Andy whimpered loudly, pushing out her chest for more attention.

And then she was grabbing Andy’s wrist and leading her across to the bed, a wicked smile written across her face.

***

Andy could feel the warmth of Miranda’s breath slowly creeping down her body. All the way until she felt wet kisses around her bellybutton. She forced her head up, looking down—just the sight of Miranda, so close to relieving her, sent her head spiralling. Her body squirmed uncontrollably, silently begging for some form of release. Her centre throbbed painfully, her thighs now soaked from her juices.

She tangled her fingers into Miranda’s hair as she kissed lower, pressing her lips against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. Andy hissed, automatically widening her legs for Miranda. The woman chuckled lowly.

“Please...”

“Please what, Andrea?”

“Please make me... Oh God,” Her body twitched as Miranda brushed her thumb over her lower lips, dipping into her entrance for a moment before retracting, “Please.”

Her entire torso shook in response from the impact of Miranda grinding hard into her—hitting her clit just right. Andy released an animalistic groan, pushing her hips high into Miranda’s touch.

Much to Andy’s dismay—and excitement—Miranda began climbing up the bed, her thighs sitting snug between the younger woman’s legs. Before Andy could even comment on the hard toy pressed against her centre, Miranda closed her mouth over a tight nipple, her tongue circling and exploring as Andy moaned her approval.

Miranda pulled her head back and braced an arm on the pillow, watching Andy through hooded eyes. She moved the toy against her; she was so wet, so swollen. After another pleading murmur, Miranda pushed her hips forward. The toy slid deep inside of Andy’s centre, immediately causing the woman to tense, eyes sliding shut, her fingers slightly digging into Miranda’s back. Miranda dipped her head, burying it in the crook of creamy skin whilst Andy cradled her between her thighs.

Her hips soon started to move faster, her breath coming in short quick pants. She threw her head back and Miranda took the opportunity to feast on her neck, grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth. Andy slid her hands down Miranda’s back, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. Their bodies slid together in unison, eliciting another guttural moan from Andy. Her back arched, pushing her breasts upwards—her nipples tightening into painful peaks. Miranda grabbed at them eagerly, pinching them roughly between her thumb and forefinger.

She met Miranda stroke by stroke, trying to last, trying to prolong the waves of pleasure. Miranda was no longer lavishing her with attention. Her hands were now vice tight on different areas of her body whilst her head rested against her shoulder. She was so close, so unbelievably close, but it was only when Miranda pulled back and looked at her with those piercing blue eyes, did she throw her head back and come. In fact, she came so hard that she thought she might pass out.

And she nearly did.

***