Tara helped the other woman up onto her still shaky legs and out of the stall. She toweled herself off quickly on her way back to the bedroom, tossing her towel onto the stuffed chair in the corner before climbing back to the middle of their queen-sized bed, expecting Willow just behind her. While she loved going down on Willow, pleasing the other woman had been her primary focus, satisfying her own desire secondary to making Willow cum as hard as she could. She was still very much wet herself, her pussy needy and anticipating.
Instead, the redhead walked past to her suitcase by the door of their bedroom. Naked Willow leaned over to open and rummage through the suitcase, giving Tara a very nice view of her lover's pert ass and slim thighs, particularly when she bent over the luggage before straightening and turning to come back to the bed, holding a plastic bag. Tara couldn't discount the very real possibility the extra wiggle when Willow was bent over wasn't deliberate. She accepted the proffered bag, sporting a generic "THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE!" across it, with just a raised eyebrow to question it.
"I, uh, got you a present while I was walking around the older, non-made-over part of Providence. Well, it's for both of us, really." Willow watched her lover's face carefully for her reaction as she reached into the bag.
Tara pulled the harness in its clear plastic bag first, which prompted a curious, puzzled look, as they didn't have a dog—hadn't been able to get one despite Willow prematurely promising Kera, after they'd found Lily was allergic to dog fur at the shelter. Then the comprehension hit, and Tara immediately reached back into the bag to pull out the long, plain white box. Willow was still looking at her somewhat anxiously, so she took a moment to compose herself before smiling at her lover. "It's a little too heavy to be a wand from Ollivander's."
Willow was encouraged by the gentle prod. "I know we've only just talked about it a couple of times before, and you said you were interested but you laughed when you said it, so maybe you weren't serious and were just trying to reassure me—which I love about you, among other things. But if that's the case, it's okay. We don't have to use them, though I don't think I'll be returning them, either, number one, 'cause even though there was no outright declaration of policy against returns, I'm pretty sure these are not the kinds of things you can get a refund for, unless maybe for warranty, though nothing electric with these. I mean, the leather obviously, might have issues, and rubber can break down with age or over-use depending on the quality, but silicone's good for this kind of thing… On top of that, even though they were kind of expensive, I paid cash. I, uh, know that you know that I can be, uh, money-conscious about these kinds of things…"
Tara knew it was true. She wasn't sure if Willow had always been frugal about personal spending all her life—she tended to think not, considering how generous Willow had been on their first few Espresso Pump and Magic Box "dates" as friends, just because Tara clearly was more financially strapped than Willow, who was still being supported by her distant but generous upper-middle-class parents. But then Willow had somehow gotten Tara pregnant with another spell gone awry, and after the disbelief gave way to acceptance, she had thrown herself with typical Willowish resolve and bravery into financially supporting Tara through her pregnancy and the follow-up medical care, housing, and baby products for Kera and Tara. She had also been determined to do so with as little dependence on Ira and Sheila as possible. Despite the fairly well-paying freelance programmer's salary Willow had managed for some of the many local start-up and mid-sized gaming firms in their part of California, they were still just college kids, and things had been so tight…
Willow had continued to ramble on as was her wont through her explanation of her spendy but useless present, not noticing the fond smile on Tara's lips as she recalled their early times together. "…And I know there're online stores and usually they're cheaper but it's really something you need to pick out in person. Maybe now, if we get good at this, we can finally make it to Good Vibrations and not feel totally out of place. It's practically our duty as California lesbians. Plus, not really something I wanted to pay credit for. I know better than anyone how electronic transactions can make a record that's almost impossible to erase, credit cards especially—not that I would've been embarrassed by this, 'cause, you know, I'm not a prude or anything. Or, uh, I hope you think that, 'cause if you don't, then I've got other problems." Willow laughed, nervously. "But it's also not something I want TPTB to know—the ideological institutional ones who spy on us and manipulate us, I don't care much what the divine ones think they know. So anyway, I'm not going to fly back to Providence to return them any time soon, 'cause that'd be pretty dumb…"
"Will," Tara interjected gently.
Tara finally reacting made Willow shut up immediately. She waited patiently for Tara's reaction.
"I laughed because it's a little embarrassing to say out loud, 'yes, I want to try toys.' But I meant it when I said everything we've done has been wonderful, even when it didn't go as well as we'd hoped, just because it's been with you."
Willow smiled with relief. This was exactly what she'd hoped Tara had meant.
Tara opened the long box and this time couldn't help but giggle. The prosthetic was a very sexy and lesbian-friendly bright purple but was shaped relatively realistically, if a little larger than Tara expected. "It's, um, cute. And big."
"They had bigger ones but I figured this'd do for our first try, especially since neither of us have been exactly big with the penetration."
Tara smiled affectionately at her lover. "You think of everything, sweetheart."
Willow only grinned smugly at the compliment.