The Gag Gift

Adria Rae’s birthday dress clings to her hips like a promise she means to keep tonight. She’s applying the last of her gloss when a knock interrupts. Confusion flashes, then irritation as she strides to the door. Casey stands on the welcome mat clutching a gift bag, grinning. “Happy birthday!” “You’re early,” Adria says flatly. “Dinner’s in an hour.” Casey steps closer, voice dropping. “I brought your real present first—the kind you don’t open at a restaurant.” Adria lifts an eyebrow, takes the bag anyway, and waves her friend inside. Tissue paper rustles; silk and leather appear. The strap-on gleams between them. Both women laugh, though Adria’s laugh carries an edge. “You trying to tell me something, Calvert?” “It’s a joke,” Casey insists, cheeks flushed. “The actual gift’s coming later—I’ll return that.” Adria turns the toy in her hands. “It’s good silicone. Ever worn one?” Casey shakes her head. “I haven’t even kissed a girl.” Adria smiles—slow, certain—then closes the space between them. One fingertip traces Casey’s bare thigh, drifting higher. “Curious?” Her lips brush Casey’s ear. “Best way to learn is with a friend.” Casey’s breath stutters, eyes fluttering as Adria claims her mouth. The first kiss is soft, the next deeper. Hands follow lips, pushing silk aside until Casey’s breasts are bare and Adria’s tongue circles each stiff nipple. Lower still: open-mouthed kisses trail down Casey’s stomach, and then Adria’s tongue parts her folds, lapping, teasing, tasting. Casey’s hips roll, quiet moans threading the air. When Adria straightens, straps buckled at her waist, she lines the slick head against Casey’s entrance and pushes in—one steady thrust, then another. Casey gasps, nails digging into Adria’s shoulders. Pleasure coils tighter with every stroke, gag gift or not. The toy stays. So does Casey.