Bernie hoped she knew what she was doing. She compared and eventually clicked on something that looked less scary than the others.
It arrived in plain packaging (thank goodness) and was examined carefully before Bernie was sure that it would work. She'd never used sex toys before she'd met Serena and she was perfectly happy with the vibrator that Serena had come with. But she wanted to give her more.
She stashed it under the bed, somewhere she knew Serena didn't look often and took the rest of the week to think about it.
Friday night saw a tired Serena collapse on the sofa with a glass of wine and a sandwich. Jason was out and she was glad to have the place to themselves.
'Serena.'
Serena loved the way Bernie said her name. It was dangerous territory in public. It made her shiver with delight sometimes. She looked over at her partner, hovering with that puppy dog tilt of the head that made her resolve waver. She raised her eyebrows in response. Bernie came to sit by her.
'Would you be interested in trying something new tonight?'
Serena picked up on the hesitant catch in her voice and diagnosed a situation of an unspoken desire.
'What were you thinking?' She smiled encouragingly.
'Maybe I'll just show you.'
'What have you got for me?'
Bernie slipped off the sofa and padded out. Serena kept herself busy sipping wine and thinking about what kind of experimentation Bernie wanted. There was something there that hadn't been there for either of them before. Sex wasn't just sex between them, it was so much more. They were content with the vibrator, middle aged washed up lesbians that they were.
She was unprepared for what it actually was but didn't take long to say yes. She was game for it.
