Please Make Me Lesbian #01

Veronica said it first. Zoey listened. Now Hayden is in an adult store with red baskets at her feet and three toys resting inside them. Veronica's fingers stay behind her back, picking at the seam of her own sweater while her eyes drag across each bright package like she's reading titles on wine bottles. Later that night Zoey leads her down the hall, the same three packages snapped open on the bedspread. The vibrator is silicone and quiet; the glass dildo is cool enough to mist. Veronica tests the weight of it in one hand, passes it, and the head of it catches light when it slides against Hayden's thigh. The strap-on is purple, thick, matte. Zoey knots the buckles over her own hips, the base already warm, and presses in while Veronica leans on the edge of the mattress, asking soft questions between every inch. Hayden answers with her mouth half open, legs spread wide enough for both of them to watch. Zoey moves in long, even strokes at first, then shorter, quicker ones when Veronica decides to press the glass piece between Hayden's lips and hold it there, steady, like a test. Every click of the vibrator dial is deliberate. Every sound that follows bounces off the bare walls.