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“Hey, baby,” Enid greeted when Wednesday answered the phone. She had learned quickly into their relationship that tolerating Enid’s pet names was worth the joy it brought her girlfriend.
“Hello, Enid,” Wednesday replied in her warmest voice. That is to say, completely stoic to anyone’s ears but Enid’s.
“What’re you up to?”
“I’m working on my novel. And you?”
“That’s fun. I’m at the mall with Yoko.”
“How enjoyable for you,” Wednesday said with her best sincerity.
“Yeah. We found a sex shop and were looking around. They have those nipple clamps we were looking at online but for $5 less.”
“Oh.” Wednesday blushed despite Enid’s casual tone. “Good.”
“Yeah. I could get them, or they have some other ones that look even more intense. I know you want it to really hurt. Should I get that one instead? It’s the same price.”
Wednesday took a breath. She wasn’t sure if her annoyance was causing the beginning of her arousal or if it was the other way around.
“Whatever you think is best. I trust your judgement.”
“Aw, thanks, babe,” Enid replied. “I’ll think on it. We’re gonna do another lap before we buy anything so we don’t have to carry it.”
“Smart.”
“Yeah. It would have been smarter if we’d saved that store for last. Now I’m all turned on.”
“Just looking at sex toys turned you on that much?” Wednesday asked incredulously.
Enid scoffed. “Yeah.” She pulled the phone away from her and said something to Yoko before returning. “Some of the stuff they had was hot.”
“I’m sure it was manageable.”
Wednesday pulled her phone away when it vibrated in her hand. Enid had sent her links to some convoluted sex toys. Wednesday hated that they did, in fact, send a shot of heat through her.
“You’re completely unaffected by those?” Enid asked.
“Yes,” Wednesday lied.
“You’re lying. I bet even my nipple clamp question got you.”
“No,” Wednesday lied again. “I can maintain my equilibrium. Better than you, I suppose.”
Enid hummed. “Yoko went to grab us snacks, so I have no trouble testing that theory to kill time.”
“Test how?”
“It wouldn’t affect you at all for me to describe some of the toys they had. Right?”
Wednesday swallowed. “Right.”
“Well, besides the nipple clamps I was looking at some glass dildos. Don’t you think that would be fun? We could keep it cold before we use it. It’d be so smooth.”
Wednesday bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to look back at the page in front of her. “That could be interesting.”
“Yeah. And they had some bullet vibrators on sale. I thought it might be good with a pillow for some teasing.”
Wednesday pursed her lips hard for a moment, forcing another breath through her nose. “Yes. We should try that,” she said stiltedly.
She hated that she could hear Enid’s smirk as she continued, “You’re definitely unaffected, right? Not even a little turned on thinking about those.”
“No. I’m fine.”
Enid hummed. “Prove it. Touch the outside of your underwear and tell me it’s completely dry. I’ll know if you lie.”
Wednesdays scoffed around her blush. “How will you know that?”
“I just will. Are you going to do it? Or are you admitting you were wrong?”
Wednesday huffed. Enid knew exactly how to put her between a rock and hard place. Begrudgingly she followed Enid’s order, reaching down to touch beneath her skirt. Her eyes closed at the stimulation and the unfortunate realization of their dampness.
“They’re wet, aren’t they?” Enid teased.
“Human bodies produce secretions for all kinds of reasons,” Wednesday snapped. “I shouldn’t be shamed for it.”
Enid laughed lightly. “Sure, okay. You’re so stoic. Talking about sex toys definitely does nothing for you. What about some gentle pressure? You’re so unaffected you can stroke yourself over your underwear and still work on your novel, can’t you?”
The challenge in Enid’s voice made an immediate defensiveness flash through Wednesday. “Of course.”
“Alright. Go ahead.”
Wednesday’s cheeks flushed with the realization that she had to do it now. With a shaking breath she reached down to stroke herself lightly, putting the phone on speaker to even have the ability to work.
Enid waited a beat before continuing, “Anyway, they also had some toys that were supposed to be like tongues. But we definitely don’t need any of those, I don’t think. I could suck on your clit all day long.”
Wednesday choked on Enid’s words, the crudeness playing aloud jarring even in the privacy of their apartment.
Enid laughed. “You okay?”
“Yes,” Wednesday replied harshly.
“And you’re still stroking your completely dry underwear?”
Wednesday blushed again at realizing her panties were not only damp but now completely soaked through. “Yes.”
“Right. I bet you couldn’t take more, could you?” she taunted.
“More how?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Enid said casually. “Taking off your underwear and touching yourself directly. That would be too much. You wouldn’t be able to keep working. You might not be able to stay on the phone.”
Wednesday flashed with rage. “I can multitask just fine.”
Enid laughed boisterously. “Yes, my point was obviously your inability to do any two things at once.”
Wednesday huffed. “I can do those specific two things. I’m not as easy as some people.”
Enid gasped in mock offense. “How rude. Okay, then. Go right ahead.”
Wednesday stood, pushing her panties to the floor and retaking her seat, her hand resuming its stroking now with direct contact. She took a sharp breath she prayed Enid didn’t hear.
“You okay?” Enid teased.
“Yes,” Wednesday grumbled.
Enid chuckled. “Okay.” She waited barely a breath before continuing, “Are you rubbing your clit?”
“That’s what you told me to do, isn’t it? I am also making efficient progress.” In reality Wednesday had written barely a word since she picked up the phone.
“Oh, I’m sure,” Enid said playfully. “You’re so good at staying focused. I’m sure you’ve gotten more written during this phone call than the hour prior.”
“You would be correct.”
“Nothing can distract you. I could come home right now and get right under your desk, licking you better than any toy ever could, and you wouldn’t even react, would you?”
Wednesday’s eyes closed involuntarily at the visual. “Exactly.”
“What’s going on in your plot right now?” Enid asked curiously.
Wednesday cursed her stuttering breath. “Um, well, Viper is, um—“
“Right,” Enid interrupted with a barely concealed laugh. “Would it help you think to rub yourself faster?”
Wednesday made an urgent noise of agreement, immediately speeding her strokes and swallowing her moan.
“What about harder?”
“Yeah,” Wednesday forced out breathlessly. “That’s better.”
Enid did laugh now. “Yeah. What about pushing two fingers inside yourself? I’m sure you’ll have no reaction to that at all. It’ll just make it easier to focus.”
“Absolutely,” Wednesday said. She slid two fingers inside herself and completely failed to hide her vocal reaction.
“Are you making progress now, baby?” Enid teased. The slight condescension in her words sent an extra wave of arousal over Wednesday. “You’re so close to finishing…the chapter, right?”
“Mhm.”
“I’m sure using your thumb to flick your clit wouldn’t affect anything.”
Wednesday obeyed, pumping with her moving thumb once, twice, before finishing with a loud sound into the phone.
“What was that, honey?” Enid asked in an overly sweet voice. “Are you okay?”
“Shut up,” Wednesday snapped.
Enid laughed. “Yoko is almost back, so I’m going to go. I for one am soaked, so you can look forward to sex when I get home. I assume that won’t affect your progress at all.”
“It will not,” Wednesday said through gritted teeth.
“Of course. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Wednesday admitted begrudgingly.
Enid hung up and Wednesday stubbornly refused to get up, finally beginning to write again and ignoring the cold spot on her skirt.
-
When Enid came home almost an hour later Wednesday had managed to write three pages. However, the occasional reminder that Enid was on her way home and what would come after kept her body from getting very calm.
“Hi,” Enid greeted brightly with a kiss on her cheek. “You alright?” she asked genuinely.
Wednesday sighed. “Yes,” she answered sincerely.
“You had a good time?”
“Don’t push it.”
Enid laughed. “Okay.” She ran a hand over Wednesday’s shoulder. “I would like something from you, if you’d join me on the bed.”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” Wednesday deadpanned as she stood.
Enid grinned. She led Wednesday to the bed, stopping to pull down her skirt and leave her embarrassingly bare. She pushed Wednesday to lay back and hovered over her. “Something must have distracted you since our phone call. Since that’s obviously not why you’re so wet. Or is your body secreting for no apparent reason again?”
“That’s it,” Wednesday said. She pulled Enid down into a kiss they both gratefully sunk into.
“I hope you had a productive afternoon,” Enid said. “Because we’re not leaving this bed for a while.” She kissed Wednesday again before leaning in to speak into her ear, “Do you want me to touch you, Wednesday?”
Wednesday tried and failed to hide her shiver. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Finally some truth out of you,” Enid said with a grin. She moved quickly down Wednesday’s body before she could answer.
-
Enid wasn’t wrong. They spent the next two hours in bed completely focused on each other’s pleasure.
“You don’t have any sex toys,” Wednesday observed when they finally cuddled up to rest.
Enid looked up at her with an amused smile. “Honey, there are no sex shops in the mall.”
Wednesday’s face paled and Enid laughed.
“Some of us are just better at lying.”