Wanna Try The Real Thing?

Laura's just tossing shirts and pants into the laundry basket when her fingers brush a silicone cock tucked between two T-shirts. Shit. Must've rolled there after last night's marathon with her girl. She picks it up, warm and weighty, and her brain hits pause. Curiosity wins. The basket can wait. Laura drops her leggings, sits on the edge of the mattress, and slides the thick toy between her slick folds like she's solving a new lock with her own body. Every slow shove makes her jaw drop. Then the door flies open. Ruben walks in, arms full of towels and tank tops, eyes locked straight on the length disappearing inside his very-out lesbian roommate. They both freeze for one stupid heartbeat. "Well," he finally says, unable to look away, "didn't expect to catch you riding what looks like a straight-up dick." Laura laughs, embarrassed and dripping. "Guess some of us get curious." Ruben's voice drops. "Want curious lessons on the real one instead?" Laura swallows. Heat pools heavier in her gut. "Fuck it. Yeah," she breathes. "Show me."