"Are you wearing your present?" she asked me.
"Of course."
"Prove it."
I spun around and flipped up my skirt. The plug was uncomfortable, yet stimulating at the same time. It was making me wet.
"Let's go eat."
She led me to the car and we took off down the familiar highway. We lived in the same house. Some of the neighbours changed, but for the most part, it was still the same place I had moved in to over a decade earlier. Of course, its value had gone through the roof and if we ever sold the place, I'm sure we could have bought a small South American country.
We went to the same place where we had our first date. It was still owned by the same family and they knew us as frequent visitors.
I looked over the table at my lover. She was the same woman I had fallen in love with all those years ago. McKayla was just as beautiful and still took my breath away.
The two of us talked about the usual stuff married people talk about. Our daughter. What we were doing the next day. Our summer vacation to the Grand Tetons.
"Why did you ask me out?" McKayla said the familiar words. Each year she asks me this question on our anniversary, even though she already knows the answer.
I smiled and took her hands in mine. They were shaking, a little more every day. "Because I was in love with you. Because you are so hot you can make a straight girl go gay."
"I love you, Elven Princess," she whispered. "Don't you ever forget that."
"That is one thing I could never forget, my love," I replied, leaning across the table to kiss her. We still get some stares when we're out in public, but you know what? I don't give a damn.
After dinner, we went home and took a long walk up the beach, our arms around each other. I kissed her and told her to take me to bed.
When we were through the back door, McKayla began peeling my clothes off. I pulled at hers, too, and we left a trail of skirts and bras and blouses and panties all the way to the bedroom.
"I am so going to fuck your brains out tonight," I vowed, pressing my lips against McKayla's. "This goddam thing in my ass has been driving me crazy all night."
"That was the idea."
She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat. Her teeth went to the soft underside of my neck. I shivered with pleasure.
My hands groped her still-magnificent breasts. We lay on the bed, desperately pressing our bodies together.
Her fingers pinched my nipples. I fingered her clit until my hand was slick.
"I want you to ride me tonight," McKayla whispered in my ear.
She rolled me over on my back and reached over to the side of the bed. With practiced efficiency, we fit the strap-on around her and McKayla lay back. I didn't need any lube and slid down on to her thick cock.
A satisfied moan escaped my lips. The windows were open but no one around would hear us. Maureen and a friend were spending the night with Nanna and Papaw so we didn't have to worry about being interrupted.
McKayla filled me up. Between the dildo in my pussy and the plug up my ass, I was full.
I sat back, knowing that she liked to see my face when we did this. I arched my back, giving her a nice view of my breasts.
Between my legs, I felt her thumb rubbing the nub of my clit. My hips began to move slowly, as I stretched to accommodate her girth.
"You are so fucking hot, Paige," she said softly.
"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," I teased.
"I do," she replied with a slight smirk. "But I you're the only one I want to wake up with."
"Do you remember our first date?" I asked. I slowed my rhythm, just moving my hips a little bit from side to side.
"Like it was yesterday."
"Why didn't you come in when I invited you?"
McKayla closed her eyes for a second. She smiled at the pleasant memory. Her eyes opened and her gaze softened. "I wanted to so badly ... You don't know how hard it was to say no..."
Her voice trailed off. She took a deep breath.
"I wanted ... I needed to take it slow with you," her voice was barely audible. "I knew if I jumped into bed with you, I would just use you ... I'd fuck you and leave you ... like I had done so many times before ... and I ... I felt guilty."
I gave her a quizzical look. "Guilty? For what?"
She wouldn't meet my gaze. She looked ashamed.
"Do you remember your birthday?"
"Yes," I said, not sure where this was going.
"Do you remember what happened between us that night?"
I smiled. We had talked about this before some years ago. She often teased me about that drunken kiss. "I tried to make out with you."
I stopped moving, forgetting about the toys inside me. McKayla chewed on her lip for a moment. "After that."
"What happened?" I searched back through thirteen years of memories to a night that was hazy at best and blank in large spots.
"Paige," McKayla said, her voice heavy. "I have a confession to make."