Zoë had a spare period after lunch, which she usually spent in student council meetings. But since Winston had a dentist appointment, they agreed not to have one. So she decided to spend her spare alone in the student council room since she knew it would be empty…or so she thought.
"Hey Zo," Tristan said as he walked into the room.
Zoë frantically slammed her laptop shut. "Uh, hey Tris."
He slowly put his bag down on the table. "Um, what was what?" He pointed to her laptop.
"What was what?"
"On your laptop. What were you looking at?"
"Nothing. I was just doing some research."
He sat down at the table next to her. "I know what I saw. Were you looking at porn?!" He grabbed her laptop before she had a chance to stop him.
"Tristan! No!"
He opened it up, revealing a website containing all sorts of dildos and strap-ons. His jaw dropped. "Oh em gee."
Zoë snatched her laptop back from him. "Go ahead, laugh it up."
"As if!" He turned the laptop so he could see the screen. "Are you having sex with Rasha?! Wait…does this have to do with what happened yesterday?! You promised me details."
"We haven't had sex yet."
"Yet being the key word here. So, you're planning on it?"
"We are tonight." Zoë smiled.
"And you guys are going to use a strap-on?"
"Well, we haven't exactly talked about it. I just thought I would buy one just in case."
Tristan sighed. "It must be nice to be a rich movie star who can buy whatever she wants whenever she wants."
"Yeah, well it must be nice to have parents who accept you." She quipped as she clicked through the website.
He looked at her sympathetically. "Touché. So, have you found any that you like yet?" He took control of the trackpad and scrolled through the page.
"Well, I was thinking about this purple one." She pointed at the picture. "I don't want to get one that's too realistic."
Tristan clicked on the product and examined the image. "Hmm." He scrolled down to look at the specifications. "Six inches long, one and a half inches wide, made of non-toxic, anti-bacterial Sil-a-gel. I don't know much about strap-ons, but this one looks pretty good."
"Really? You think so?"
"Totally. It's a good size. You don't want something that's too big."
"Exactly. I'm glad you're here. I have no idea what I'm doing." Zoë took her laptop back and continued to scroll through the website.
Tristan gave her a mischievous smile. "So, were you planning on using this on Rasha? …Or were you wanting Rasha to use it on you?" The only person that loved gossip more than Zoë was Tristan. Especially when the gossip was this juicy.
Zoë closed her laptop and turned to face him. "To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it. I guess I just assumed we would take turns. I do want her to use it on me, but I also really want to use it on her." Zoë bit her bottom lip.
"That sounds reasonable."
"The only problem is, I'm a little nervous to use it. I mean, I've never done that before. What do I even do? With my fingers, it's easy. I can feel around. But this is going to be a piece of silicone attached to my hips. What if I mess up? What if I put it in the wrong hole?!" Zoë pictured dozens of different scenarios, all of which didn't end well.
"Okay, breathe. It's not rocket science. Insert tab A into slot B. That's all you have to worry about."
"Really Tristan? Tab A into slot B? You think all I have to do is jam a dildo into her vagina and she'll get an orgasm? You really don't know girls, do you…"
He rolled his eyes and waved the back of his hand in her face. "Okay, whatever. You're the lesbian here. You get all the deep stuff, like her needs and how to make her feel good. I'm just here to help you with the grunt work."
"Okay, so help me."
"Alright, alright. Well, you're probably going to want to practice the thrusting motion. You're going to be using muscles you're not used to using at an angle you're not used to using them at. It's a lot of work, and can get tiring very quickly. The last thing you want is to get too worn out before she's able to finish."
"Okay, good point."
"And don't just practice in the air. Practice with the strap-on. Maybe try thrusting it into something that'll cause some resistance. That way, you'll get a better idea of what it'll feel like."
Zoë took out her phone and started taking notes. "Practice thrusting motion with strap-on…got it."
"As for getting it in the right hole, just feel around with your hand to guide it. Or you can just ask her to put it in for you."
"Oh that would be hot. I like it," Zoë nodded as she typed into her phone. "Anything else?"
"Yeah. Don't pressure her into doing it. It's a big deal, especially if she's still a virgin. You may have had sex with guys, but that doesn't mean she has. Read her facial expressions. Even if she says yes, make sure her face isn't saying no."
"Well, of course Tristan. I'm not going to force her to do something she doesn't want to do. That's the difference between a guy with a real dick and a girl with a strap-on; for us, using a strap-on is about pleasing the other person. We can't exactly feel it, so it's all about her and what she wants."
"Hmm, I never actually thought about it like that. Alright, I think that's it. …Oh, maybe you should use a condom."
"Um, a condom? What for? It's not like I can get her pregnant," Zoë laughed.
"No, but are you really going to want to get up and clean that thing after each use?"
He had a point. "True. I guess a condom does make it easier to clean up. But how do I know which ones to buy? I don't know anything about condoms."
"You can leave that to me. I'll go with you to the store to help you buy some. I need to get some more anyways."
"So, does that mean you'll go into the adult store to buy the strap-on for me too?" Zoë grinned, batting her eyelashes.
"Um, what? No way. Absolutely not."
"But Tristan, you're old enough. I'm not eighteen yet. They won't let me into the store."
"So why don't you just buy it online?"
"Because if I buy it online the earliest it'll arrive is tomorrow. And Grace is only getting her mom out of the house tonight."
Tristan groaned.
"Please?" She begged. "All you have to do is walk in, grab the box, pay, and walk out. Simple. I'll even give you the money in cash."
"Fine. But you so owe me for this."
"Deal!"
After school, Tristan and Zoë drove to the grocery store. They walked down the row until they found the aisle they were looking for; 'Family Planning.'
"Here it is," Tristan said as he began to walk down the aisle with Zoë following closely behind.
"Whoa. I didn't realize there were so many options."
"Yeah, now you know how we feel when we see the feminine products section." He dragged his finger across the different boxes. "Alright, let's see. We're looking for a regular size that's a good brand, so…ah, here we go." He grabbed the box and handed it to her. "These are just the normal kind, but they have other kinds too."
"Like what?" Zoë asked as she examined the box.
"Ribbed, studded, anatomic…and then you have the fun ones like warming, glow-in-the-dark, flavored, edible…"
"I didn't realize there were so many options!" She looked at all of the boxes on the shelf and quickly became overwhelmed.
"Since it's your first time, you should probably just go with the ones you have there. No need to start diving into the fancy stuff right away."
"Okay, good. I had no idea how I was going to choose."
Tristan was looking for a box to get for himself, when an elderly woman who had overheard their conversation walked up to them.
"Oh, how sweet. Is it your first time together? I just love it when youngsters take the time to do things like this together. Usually the guys buy the condoms themselves, but that's sweet of you to go with him sweetie. Now remember, being safe is very important. Make sure you're on the pill too dear. Sometimes these things slip off unexpectedly. That's how my husband and I ended up with five kids." The woman laughed at her own joke while Tristan and Zoë tried to stifle their own laughter. "You kids take care now." She pushed her cart down to the end of the aisle and turned the corner.
Tristan and Zoë busted out laughing.
"I can't believe that woman thought we were together," Zoë said, still laughing.
"I know right? She must have been blind, deaf, and dumb." He quickly grabbed the box he needed. "Alright, let's go."
They walked up to the cashier and set the boxes down on the belt.
"I'll get both of them," Zoë stated.
"Really? Thanks Zo."
"It's the least I can do. You've helped me out so much."
"Buying the condoms for your boyfriend here? How romantic of you dude," the cashier said. He looked like he was in his early twenties, with an average build and dirty blonde hair.
Tristan furrowed his brow at him. "Um, I'm not her boyfriend."
The cashier laughed at him, making note of his mannerisms. "My mistake. I should've known by the man purse." He shook his head as he scanned the items.
Tristan was about to retaliate when Zoë grabbed his arm. "It's not worth it," she said quietly.
"That'll be $28.47 princess."
She pulled out her wallet and handed him her card.
"Just to let you know, if your boyfriend doesn't get the job done, I'm always available." He winked at her as he ran her card through the machine.
Zoë scoffed in annoyance. "Actually, these are for my hot girlfriend. We're going to use a strap-on and have amazing sex tonight. So, no thank you. I'll pass."
"Oh, a threesome? Lucky guy." He handed the card back to her.
Zoë snatched it out of his hand. "No, you moron. I'm a lesbian," she spat. She grabbed the receipt as soon as it finished printing. "Come on Tristan."
"What a waste!" He yelled as Tristan and Zoë were walking away. "All you damaged girls are the same. What, do you have daddy issues? Did you get drunk at a party and have a bad experience? Let me guess, couldn't find a real man that'll give you the time of day so you decided to go for some dyke instead? Pathetic."
Zoë stopped in her tracks. She could feel the rage building up inside her. She clenched her fists as tight as she could and whipped around, marching towards him.
"You know what? You don't even know me. All I did was come in here to buy something and you're going out of your way to try to make me feel bad. Maybe you're the damaged one. Did you fall in love with a girl who went for another girl instead, bruising your fragile little ego? Or maybe your dick is so small that you're pissed off at the universe and feel like you have to insult anyone who's getting any kind of action because you can't get any of your own. Now that's pathetic." She turned and walked away. "Oh, and have fun jerking off tonight to some cheap ass porn. I'll be having real sex with my beautiful girlfriend all night long." She held the grocery bag up and waved it, showing off the condoms before walking out the door.
Tristan followed her out the store, arms crossed and mouth gaping open. "That…was incredible," he said in awe as they walked up to her car. "I can't believe you just said that to him! You are such an inspiration." He opened the car door and got inside.
Zoë opened her door and threw the bag in the back before plopping down into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut. She gripped the steering wheel as hard as she could as the tears began streaming down her face.
Tristan's face dropped. He put his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong Zoë?"
"Sorry," she said wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "It's just been awhile since I thought about my assault."
"That bastard. I'm going to punch his nose off of his face." He opened the car door.
"Tristan, what if he's right? What if the only reason I'm like this is because I've lived my whole life without a father figure? Or because of what happened that night at Miles's party?"
He shut the door back. "Zoë, you are who you are. And whether it's because of your life experiences or because it was just how you were born, you can't help who you like. And you can't force yourself to like something that you don't." He rubbed her shoulder. "And if I'm being totally honest, I've never seen your face light up around any boys as much as it does when you're around Rasha."
She nodded as she wiped her tears. She let out a deep breath and started the car. "Okay. Let's go to the adult store."
Zoë walked through the front door of the Cardinal's house. She went upstairs with the bags in her hands and walked into Grace's room, shutting the door behind her and setting the bags down on the goth's bed.
"Hey," Grace said as she turned around in the chair at her desk, "We're probably going to leave around seven to go to the movie. We won't be back until eleven, so that should give you guys plenty of time."
"Alright, I'll let Rasha know." Zoë pulled out her phone and began to type.
"What's in the bags?" Grace asked as she walked over and sat on the bed.
Zoë set her phone down. She grabbed one of the bags and smiled at Grace. She pulled out two boxes, one containing the dildo and the other the harness.
Grace raised her eyebrows as she looked at the items. "Whoa, you're really going all out." She picked up the box containing the dildo and read the information on the side panel.
"Yeah well, I wanted us to have options. I also got these." Zoë pulled out the box of condoms from the other bag. "I bet you're wondering why I got condoms..."
"For easier clean up," Grace answered without looking up from the box. "Can I open this and look at it?"
Zoë nodded. "How come you know so much about lesbian stuff?"
"I mean, I did think that I was gay for a brief period of time. I did some research."
Zoë nodded. That sounded exactly like something she would do.
Grace pulled the dildo out of the packaging and held it in her hand. "Wow, this feels so realistic."
"It does," Zoë agreed. "I made sure not to get one that looked too realistic though. I thought purple would be a fun color."
"And Rasha's okay with this one?" She asked as she examined the fake cock.
"She doesn't know yet. I'm going to surprise her with it. And before you say anything, I'll make sure she knows that there's no pressure at all. It's just there as an option."
Grace put the dildo back in the package and closed the box. "Well, whatever happens tonight, just make sure to have fun, okay?" She winked.
"Don't worry, we will," Zoë smirked.