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as a table leg. Keri kept her hands in her pockets as Marcie touched vibrators and even some of the bondage supplies. When she got to the lube samples Keri finally got up the nerve to make it clear she wasn’t exactly a novice.
    “Try this one,” she suggested, squeezing a single drop onto Marcie’s fingertip. “I think that stretchy and slightly viscous is the most…natural.”
    Marcie’s eyebrows arched as she rolled the lube between her fingers and thumb. “That’s…I didn’t think it would feel quite so real.” A gorgeous flush crept up her throat.
    “I know the older I get the more a little extra moisture helps.”
    “I hadn’t noticed you lacking.” Marcie sniffed the lube, but Keri knew it was odorless.
    “Nor me you. All I have to do is look at you and…” She winked. “Course, there are high stress days where worrying about being wet enough is almost enough to turn off the libido. Lube is like permission to get ready. If there’s a hurry, it’s permission to skip foreplay and just—” She broke off, blushing. “Like this afternoon.”
    “I’ve never been into fast and…hot and bothered, I mean…the way you make me feel.” Marcie kept playing with the slippery stuff on her fingertips as if she couldn’t help herself. “I’ve always wanted the slowness, the time.”
    “It’s almost like a ritual with you. I love the care you take to set the stage, and how it always seems like an occasion, I really do.” But it doesn’t always have to be that way, Keri wanted to add.
    “Maybe I’ve been unimaginative for the last twenty or so years. Or maybe it’s you bringing out something in me.” Marcie moved closer and whispered, “Your fingers felt really good inside me. I really didn’t need…time. I needed…you.”
    “Baby,” Keri whispered back, “I could do that to you right now.”
    Marcie swallowed hard. “Shall we get these things? Um, this one—we could say it was a holistic art work and see who figures out first what it really is.”
    Keri liked the size and look of the marbled toy. It was a classic non-representational shape, sleek from tip to base. Today was the first time she’d really explored the inside of Marcie, but her guess was the toy would be a good fit. Not that she would suggest they use it. This was a gag gift. Right.
    “What about lube? If we give someone a toy, they ought to have lube.”
    Marcie held up a small bottle of Nirvana brand. “Sunshine will think that’s funny.”
    “Nirvana won’t.”
    “Nirvana doesn’t think anything is funny, but that’s okay.”
    The traded gift card just covered the two items and Keri tucked the toy package under her arm as if it were perfectly natural to walk around that way. Marcie opened the lube bottle to smell it as they waited for the elevator to arrive. She tipped a drop onto her index finger and rubbed it around. “A little really goes a long way.”
    Keri watched Marcie smoothing the lube between her fingers and thumb, and imagined those slick fingers pushing between her legs. Not that lube was necessary at the moment. It would just feel really sexy and good, Marcie playing with her cunt, fingers slipping through all the folds, circling her clit, teasing at her opening—Keri hid a shudder. If she didn’t get a grip, she would no doubt scare Marcie with her intensity. “A little goes a long way, especially on a tile floor, but that’s not a good thing.”
    Marcie laughed and closed the flip top when the elevator arrived, hiding it in her skirts again. “This is one occasion that our habit of never using plastic bags is a little embarrassing.”
    “It’s just a short distance.”
    There was no one on the elevator. Marcie stepped inside and Keri moved right behind her. The doors closed and Keri slid her free hand onto Marcie’s waist, shifting forward so they were in the same pose they’d been in the bathroom earlier.
    Marcie pushed her ass into Keri’s hips as she made a wonderful, half-moaning,