Chapter 22

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I was sustained during the next hectic week at work by thoughts of where Cory and I would go on our third date. Despite me asking him several times, Cory remained tight-lipped.

Despite my reservations, I thought it prudent to prepare myself with my dildo. No way was I going to ask Em details of how it compared to the real thing of Cory’s cock. Despite our newly found bond, there were just some barriers I refused to cross.

“Fuck!” I said to my pained reflection in the bathroom mirror. “I don’t remember it hurting this much last time.”

Em chose that moment to knock on the bathroom door. Thank goodness I’d taken the extra precaution of locking it. “You gonna be much longer in there?”

“Give me a minute.”

“You okay?” She must have detected the strain in my voice.

“Yeah, just…”

When I opened the door a minute or so later, I knew it’d be impossible to hide the dildo so I just stood there, fake phallus in hand.