Packed

It was a warm summer night. Fannie had been away for two weeks visiting her family back home. I missed her dearly; i missed when after fucking she would massage my back, kiss my face and hold me close. Two weeks is a rather short period of time, but this was our first time being apart for this long.

She hadn't told her family she was with me. She hadn't even told them she was a dyke, she knew it would disappoint her folks. So she called me in secret every night, pretending to be in the shower, so that the water sounds would cover our conversations. She whispered such sweet words to me. I'll confess that it was just a tad exciting, being her little secret. But it also made me upset that she couldn't be herself truly around her family.

Back to the warm summer night. She was supposed to take a taxi from the airport to her apartment, then reach me at the dyke bar we usually attended. I was waiting for her, sitting in our usual spot. I had taken a long shower; the day before i went to the barber to fix my flat top. In the shower i made sure to use the coffee scented scrub Fannie gifted me for my birthday, i scrubbed myself real hard to make sure she'd feel how nice my skin was. I washed my body twice, put on my most expensive cologne, and picked a nice outfit. I wanted to be beautiful for her, my sweet and gorgeous lover. Before putting on my pants i paused. I had an idea. She had left her pink dildo at my place; before her departure we made love on my kitchen counter. I wore my harness and her cock over my boxers, and proceeded with my pants. I carefully buttoned up my shirt, tightened my tie and wore my leather jacket. I had a plan. I walked to the bar with confidence.

This wasn't my first time packing. Before being with my previous girlfriend, I'd had various hookups with girls from the bar, so I'd pack every night. It felt real good; feeling the weight of my harness under my pants, knowing i had my equipment with me. Knowing i could please Fannie in any moment, in any place.

I sat at the bar and ordered two margaritas. It was Fannie's favorite drink. It was okay for me. I waited for her for about an hour; i had gone to the bar too early. I passed that hour on my phone, scrolling social media and thinking about our encounter with anticipation. She entered the bar at 6:30 sharp. She looked gorgeous.

She looked like she went to the hairdresser; her grown out pixie was now a clean shoulder length mullet. She was wearing a burgundy tube top, and jean shorts. She had done her makeup to match her top, her eyeshadow was burgundy too and her lips a warm red. When she spotted me, it felt like my knees were made of jelly. She smiled at me and rushed to my table. I stood up and hugged her tight. She kissed my face and my neck, leaving red marks all over my skin.

"I missed you so much Jett" she smiled.

I said i missed her too and kissed her.

She told me about her trip, sipping her margarita and snacking on the chips that came with it. Apparently her mother asked about her love life. I knew that Fannie's mom suspected of her being a lesbian for a few years now. But Fannie told me she reassured her she was straight. It saddened me that she felt the need to pretend around her own mother, but i decided that we would discuss about that another day. I didnt want to make her upset this very night. After she was done talking about her trip, she invited me to follow her to her place.

"I'll make dinner. Potatoes are already boiled."

I smiled. Fannie was an excellent cook. We loved cooking for each other but her food was superior to mine.

I don't think she noticed that i was packing. The toy strapped against me was tucked in a way that didn't make it obvious but visible if you specifically looked for it.

We walked hand in hand to her apartment, which was closer to the bar than mine. She had freshly done nails. Teal with a baby pink french tip, almond shaped and quite long.

"You've got gorgeous nails, love."

"You think so? I love them too! This finger had a pink heart charm but it fell off", she pouted.

"Looks brilliant anyways."

She opened the door to her tiny apartment, and my nose was blessed with a comforting, delicious aroma of potatoes and spices. I took off my jacket, shoes and i rolled up my sleeves to my elbows. She took off her shoes and jacket too and rushed to wash her hands, i followed shortly after.

She began chopping some boiled potatoes, and i helped her by chopping carrots and onions. When we were done with the veggies she pulled out a dish of marinating chicken from the fridge and popped everything in the oven.

As the dinner cooked we looked at each other.

"What's on your mind?" Fannie asked.

"You. You are on my mind. You're gorgeous like this... with this haircut, these nails, your makeup... And i can see your nipple rings through your top. It's a little distracting." My voice came out huskier than I expected. And definitely needy.

Fannie smiled and kissed my lips lightly, just a peck. My arms found her waist and i pulled her closer to me, leaning against the counter. She took her shorts off and was left in a lacy pink thong and her tube top. I could see her bush underneath her underwear. She had waxed the thick hair on her thighs and belly and only left a black triangle covering her mound.

"You mowed you lawn huh" I chuckled.

"Me and mom went to the beach and i didn't want people to stare at my legs."

"Thank you for not going fully bald honey."

I kissed her again, the same gentle peck she gave me earlier. I squeezed her ass quickly.

"Later, darling. Let's eat first, I'm starving".

She smirked when i said 'eat'. I smiled and gave her another quick kiss.

While we waited for the chicken to cook she undid her luggage and pulled out all sorts of food she brought from her trip. Salami, biscuits, sausages, spices and basil seeds. She even got me a present; a necklace with a little heart locker, with her own name on it. She got a matching one with my name. I put it on immediately. With the excuse of adjusting the necklace in front of a mirror, i rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door and pulled down my pants. The night was going well but i needed to see her worked up for me. I wanted to make her aroused before we had sex, i wanted to keep her on edge and needy for the strap.

My dildo was tucked too good. What if she hadn't seen it? I needed to be bolder and more forward. I adjusted the dildo on my harness, in the position I'd put it in if i was about to penetrate Fannie. Upward and not tucked at all. Then i pulled up my pants, now my bulge was undeniable. I adjusted myself and exited the bathroom, confident that I'd turn her on.

When i came back to the living room she was still pulling things out of her suitcase.

I stood there with my hands in my pockets, proudly showing off my strap. Fannie looked up at me. Or to better say, she looked up at the bulge from my rubber dick. She swallowed the saliva in her mouth, but kept unpacking her stuff. I understood she wanted to play clueless. I knelt down with her, helping her sort out her stuff. I sat on the floor in a way that made the dildo shift and move in yet another position. I looked her in the eyes as i asked her which pile of clothes was the dirty one. She responded to me calmly, holding my gaze. Her eyes dropped to my crotch whenever the dildo shifted with my movements, but she didn't say anything. As we looked in each other's eyes the oven timer ringed. She got up quickly to get the chicken out.

She was setting a drumstick on my plate, as i entered the kitchen and approached to table. I made sure to rest my bulge on the table, and move my hips slightly. Not my proudest feeling. But it seemed to turn her on. She looked at the bulge and asked me how many potatoes did i want. Plenty, i said.

We sat down to eat. I smiled and told her how good the dinner was. Really spiced and savoury. She nodded and thanked me awkwardly. As she started to wash the dishes i hugged her from behind and pressed my dildo against her butt. She turned around and kissed me aggressively. I was surprised by her sudden passion.

"Why so hard love?"

"You've been teasing me all night with that damn dildo under your pants... you're cruel Jett. Real cruel."

I smiled and i led her to her bed.

She kissed me again, slowly and softly this time. She rubbed her hand on the rubber cock through the fabric of my pants, as if trying to make me feel good. She grabbed my hand and lead me to her room. She then sat me on the edge of her bed.

She straddled me and began undoing my tie. She took off my pants and eagerly reached for the dildo. She took it in her hands.

"If you're going to fuck me with this, then i want you to feel it."

Fannie started stroking the dildo like a real dick, touching it as if she knew how to please it. She then wrapped her lips around it and sucked it. She took me so well. She licked the dildo so carefully, so tenderly, as if it was a part of my own body that I could feel pleasure in. It sort of was, to us, an extension of my body. Something that had no meaning or use without the movements of my hips, without me controlling it. The way she sucked the cock mesmerized and aroused me. So tender and loving for me.

I voiced my thoughts. I whispered how much it meant to me that she was taking her time licking the dildo. I let her know how much her gesture had touched me, excited me. I stroked her hair lovingly and caressed her cheek ever so gently. She smiled as she kept sucking it.

After she was done drooling all over the cock i pulled her in for a wet kiss. She straddled me and i fell on the bed on my back. Her wetness was pressing on the strap-on.