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“Hold on, when were vibrators invented?”
August buries her face in her hands at the question and Myla throws her head back, laughing out loud.
“You exist to torture me,” August mutters, shoving her elbow into Niko’s side.
Niko grins at Jane smugly, knowing Jane’s finding this just as enjoyable as he is. She is finding it enjoyable — well, even more than that. It’s downright educational. And something she’s filing away for a quick internet search later.
There’s a lot of new things in 2021 that Jane doesn’t necessarily understand — the compass app on August’s phone, the word bussy, speech to text, etc. But one thing that’s come quite a long way since Jane’s sexually-adventurous experiences in the 1970s are, well, sex toys.
Myla had been grilling August on their sex life (even though Jane would be happy to answer any questions. She supposes it’s more fun to ask August because she blushes and says “no comment” like that doesn’t tell Myla and Niko everything they need to know). And the topic of Niko and Myla using vibrators had come up and Jane guessed she’d looked sort of confused.
Sure, vibrators existed in the 1970s. But Jane had never actually come in contact with one and, as far as she know, most of them were… not satisfactory.
“Vibrators were around,” Jane promises Niko, who’d originally asked the question. “But they weren’t really accessible. And they were all, you know, shaped like dicks.”
Myla gasps dramatically, raising a hand to her chest. “No external stimulation?”
Jane grins and reaches up to tug absentmindedly on a strand of August’s hair. “Nope. In the old days, we had to do all the work ourselves.” She tugs on August’s hair, startling a gasp out of her.
August turns and looks up at Jane, screwing up her face in her best attempt at a glare. It’s just sort of cute. Jane thinks that everything August does is cute, honestly.
Laughing, Myla drapes herself over Niko’s shoulder. “God, where would we be without the wonders of technologically advanced sex toys?”
Niko throws her a knowing look and Jane can’t help but adore them. Myla and Niko (and Wes, of course) have been so welcoming to her. They were welcoming before she was even sure she could stay in the future at all. All of that time spent on the Q, exchanging thoughts on the 1970s club scene with Myla, receiving vague readings from Niko, and getting stick and pokes from Wes, really makes Jane feel at home now that she’s moved in. Even if it’s only been maybe six months.
August nuzzles herself up against Jane’s side, surely in an attempt to leave the conversation. Jane lets it happen, running her fingers through August’s soft brown hair.
By the time they’ve exhausted the topic of modern vibrators, Jane has so much information flying around her head that it would fill up the rest of August’s sex notebook just to jot it all down. Massage wands, bullet vibrators, whatever a rabbit vibrator is (Jane will be looking it up later).
When August has to go to work at Billy’s and Jane’s left sitting around the living room by herself, she puts her Google search app to use. As well as her debit card.
—
Myla texts Jane when her package arrives. Jane basically sprints home from Billy’s, still smelling like grease and pancakes when she dumps out the contents of the box onto August’s (well, and Jane’s) bed. August is still at Billy’s, but she’ll be home within the hour so Jane has a lot of work to do figuring out how all of her new purchases work.
When August steps in the door of her bedroom and starts to take her hair down out of her top knot, she sees Jane sitting on the bed, the box closed and resting in her lap.
“Hi,” she says, smiling and momentarily forgetting about taking her hair out. “What’s going on?” she asks, eyeing the box.
Jane grins. “C’mere,” she says, moving the box off her lap so she can pat her thighs.
August obeys, tugging off her work apron and sitting next to Jane on the bed. Alright, so she only sort of obeys. So Jane grabs her by the hips and yanks her onto her lap, August gasping at Jane’s impressive display of strength.
“Hi.”
“You already said that,” Jane says, pasting on a cocky smile.
August wraps her arms around Jane’s shoulders. “You’re acting all secretive and mysterious. What’s in this box?” She goes to reach for the package but Jane knocks her hand out of the way.
“I’m always secretive and mysterious,” Jane insists, trying to distract August from the box. Just for now.
“Forget about the six months I spent learning every single thing about you on that subway train?”
Jane laughs and shakes her head. “How could I forget?” She pauses and pulls a strand of hair out of August’s bun so it falls and frames her face. “And what did you learn about me over all those months?”
August bites her bottom lip. “Well, I learned that you’re a sucker for helping old ladies find their purses—”
Jane quickly places a finger against August’s lips. “Not what I meant.”
Giggling, August kisses Jane’s cheek gently. “I know what you meant.” She kisses Jane on the mouth now, taking what she wants, seemingly determined to prove that she did learn things about Jane.
And Jane is simply here for the ride, letting August settle herself more surely in Jane’s lap and sucking at her lips, biting just the way Jane likes. August slides her hands into Jane’s hair and tugs in time with how she’s taking her apart with her mouth.
“I got something for you,” Jane says into August’s mouth, gripping the curve of her hips tightly. “For us.”
August pulls back and raises her eyebrows. She’s already breathing heavily. “Yeah?”
Jane opens the box and doesn’t even have to consider what she wants to use. She’s already decided. When she holds it between them, August’s entire face flushes pink. Jane hopes it’s in arousal, but more likely, it’s a mix of arousal and embarrassment.
“You, um— when did you get that?” August squeaks.
Jane twirls the small vibrator around her fingers, the curved shape of it aiding her in spinning it. August doesn’t even know about the remote controlled app that goes with it yet.
“How long have you been planning this?”
Jane shakes her head. “Just long enough to get it all ready.” She kisses August’s jaw. “Want to try it out?”
August nods quickly, biting harshly at her bottom lip. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”
God, Jane loves it when August says please like that — like she’s ready to say absolutely anything if that one please wasn’t enough to get her what she wants. And she will say anything else, Jane knows, if she’s needy enough. (Jane wants to make her that needy.)
Jane pushes gently at August’s hips in order to make her stand back up, but Jane stays sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take your clothes off then,” she says, smiling up at her. And when August starts to go for her thigh highs, Jane adds, “Not those. Keep those on.”
August laughs softly and runs her tongue over her lip, leaving her thigh highs in place to start unbuttoning her skirt. She’s, thankfully, quick about it, and is soon standing in front of Jane, almost completely naked, all anxious breath and curved lines. Jane eyes her before standing up and gesturing for August to get on the bed.
She does and Jane decides to be a tease and stay fully clothed as she covers August with her own body, drawing her into a long kiss. When she runs her fingers down August’s sides and to between her thighs, she finds that August is deliciously ready for her. She’s warm and slick and Jane wastes no time in pressing her fingers close to her clit, forming soft circles that make August cry out.
Carefully and reverently, Jane fucks August with her fingers, spreading her open and taking her time drawing out little whines and whimpers from August. Finally, she reaches for the vibrator, and August clenches around her fingers in anticipation.
“How’d you find it?” August asks, breathlessly, as Jane slowly runs one curved end of the vibrator over August’s inner thigh, just above where one of her thigh highs is slightly digging into her skin. Jane snaps the elastic and August chokes on a breath.
“The wonderful world of the internet,” Jane says simply before finally pressing the internal end of the vibrator into August, watching in fascination as she takes it, eyes shutting at the intrusion.
“Oh,” August sighs, and Jane can’t tell if it’s in response to Jane or to the feeling of the toy being fully inside her.
“Good?” Jane asks, running her fingers along the extra curved part of the vibrator and making sure it’s settled just over her clit.
August hums. “Yeah. How do you turn it on?”
Jane tugs her phone out of her back pocket where it’s already open to the app attached to the toy. She turns it on with no warning and August falls back onto the pillow with a moan.
“That’s how,” August whimpers, her hips twitching where they’re placed around where Jane is knelt between her legs. “Fuck.”
Jane keeps one hand on August’s thigh while she controls the vibrations with the other one, drinking in every single one of her girlfriend’s reactions — the loud whines, the gasps when she rockets up the speed, the delicious way that she grinds her hips into the air for more, more, more.
Jane could watch it all day — this display of life in color, of August showing Jane why it’s all worth it. But she stands up, letting go of August, and stays at the foot of the bed, phone in hand.
August sits up (with difficulty when Jane slides the vibration up and then back down to a dull buzz) and looks at Jane with pouty lips and wide, lustful eyes. “Come back,” she breathes.
“Just going to take my clothes off. Is that alright, angel?” Jane asks, grinning.
August nods.
But before she can do much more than that, Jane hits one of the preset buttons on the app, causing the vibrations to harshly spike up and then back down again over and over, forcing August to groan and clench, falling onto her back.
“Not fair,” she chokes out, her breath catching on a whine.
Jane smiles and sets the phone down on the bed as she takes her time in taking her clothes off. She watches in awe. August is moaning and twitching at every slight change in the pressure, her hands digging into the sheets on either side of her soft hips.
Once her clothes are off and Jane has no more excuse to just watch, she drops back onto the bed and covers August’s mouth with her own.
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” Jane says into August’s mouth. “You close?”
August nods frantically, doing her best to reciprocate Jane’s kiss, but she’s breathing heavily and Jane is pressing into her, the external part of the vibrator hitting her clit perfectly. She winds her arms around Jane’s shoulders and tugs her close, rolling her hips in tight little circles.
Jane holds her, having completely forgotten about the phone that’s still controlling this pleasure sitting at the end of the bed. Jane does all that she can to make August get there — pinching at her nipples and sucking at her neck, whispering soft things like, “So good for me” and “You’re so pretty like this”.
And then August comes loudly, her eyes shut and her chest heaving as she half-yells Jane’s name as well as a dozen expletives, body trembling as her orgasm barrels through her. She grips onto Jane tightly and breathes shakily as she comes down, still twitching and groaning at the vibrator still dragging every sensation out.
Having to let go of August for just a moment, Jane reaches blindly and grabs the phone, turning off the vibrator and dropping the phone again. She returns to August and runs her mouth over August’s hips and thighs, sucking softly at the skin and reveling in August’s body reacting to her. She carefully tugs the vibrator out of August and sets it on the end of the bed next to the phone.
“Here,” August breathes, making motions with her hands for Jane to join her at the top of the bed.
Jane does so, settling down next to August and curling her into her arms. August tucks her head into Jane’s neck. “How was that?” Jane asks, kissing the top of August’s head.
“Hmmm, satisfactory, I guess,” she says, smiling into Jane’s neck, but still completely out of breath.
Jane tugs at August’s hair. “You guess? I haven’t seen you like that since— well, yesterday, I suppose.” (The day before had been quite a new adventure in fucking on the kitchen counter while everyone was out of the apartment and August had really taken to the danger of the situation.)
August laughs and swats at Jane’s arm. “It was great. Stop fishing for compliments.” August’s hand then slides down Jane’s arm to her side and carefully between her thighs where Jane’s more than ready for her — wet and warm and wanting.
She smiles mischievously up at Jane.
“What else do you have in that magic box of yours?”