“Penises are great,” Erica winked. It was so natural for the two to talk like this, neither of their sex lives at all fathomed the other. But then, with everything they’d gone through together she wondered if there was ANYTHING the two couldn’t discuss or joke about. Despite the slight age gap between them, they were both on the same level. She narrowed her eyes a little at Rochelle, leaning in to her slightly. “Does he though?” She asked, raising her eyebrows a little. She often teased Ro about how jealous she got about Lo. “Scientifically, yeah, but didn’t he sign one of those rights things? Those kids are just as much Lo’s as they are yours, Ro. It ain’t the sperm that makes the family, it’s LOVE,” she smirked, her tone overly kind as her eyes fluttered and her hand went over Rochelle’s heart.
“Oh my God, you two make the notebook look bleak,” she commented as Rochelle glanced over at her wife. “Do you, like, practice those googly eyes in the mirror, or just natural talent?” She teased. Though, she couldn’t get past the fact she was wearing a fucking strap-on. “I can’t believe– no, actually, I can believe you.” Erica laughed, shaking her head as she ordered more shots. “How did you even get it so it doesn’t show?”
“ew.” she said though she didn’t really mean that. she loved erica, like she really did. sure, the woman was an aquired taste but she appreciated her friendship and the fun they had together. rochelle rolled her eyes and grumbled. “he does. too close for my taste. she’s mine.” she told her friend and knew deep down she was overreacting. she knew her wife would never go there with him but she just... loved her. she loved her so much and anything even vaguely threatening that made her afraid. she listened to her friend and laughed at her dramatics. “i know that, of course i do. they’re our kids, they love us both, don’t be ridiculous.” she said with a chuckle. “i just... i don’t know, as gross as i still find penises.” she joked, “the idea of making a baby has always seemed so romantic to me. sucking up sperm into a turkey baster and squirting it into your wife is not. no matter how many candles are around the bed, believe me.” she complained. “i’ve had ryan’s spunk in me. i don’t think i’ll ever get over that.” she pulled another face and took another sip of her beer.
“it’s amore.” she teased and felt how her chest filled with love and affection for her wife. she would be beside her all evening, but she liked to give her her space. she didn’t want to make her feel suffocated. “i don’t think that the notebook had sex toys though.” she told her with a chuckle. “well, look, it’s not easy i’ll give you that but the straps aren’t super tight, so the dildo is pointing up and the base is more between my legs - not comfortable let me tell you - and it isn’t very big, nor rigid so it sort of... molds in. that and some tight underwear and loose trousers as i am wearing, and no one can really tell.” she told her with a very pleased look. “she is going to blush when she feels it, i bet she is.” she told erica as she looked at her wife, just excited to surprise her. she took another shot. “you know, i’d marry her every day if i could.” she admitted and sighed happily. drinking always made her more loved up than she normally was.
