Ashton finds her large dildo (+30 Suspicion)

Ashton had her large, 10-inch dildo his hand, along with a look of wide-eyed shock that only intensified when he saw her enter the room. He almost dropped it as he jumped back, only to hastily toss it inside her closet instead, his cheeks blushing furiously red.

“What are you doing?” She asked, blood draining from her face as she walked towards him. Her internal monologue was just the word ‘no’ repeating over and over again as she approached her boyfriend. Of all the things we could find…!

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to snoop!” He raised his hands apologetically. “I only wanted to… To get a towel or s-some kleenex to, um… Wipe. Myself. So sorry!”

She walked up to him and he fell silent as she looked nervously at him, then glanced into her open closet. Inside, in plain view, was her large dildo sticking out like a sore thumb amidst her clothes. She must have used it recently and cleaned but then forgot to put it away after… And Ashton had seen it. This was terrible. Worse than just an embarrassment, this was dangerous!

They both gave each other a deer in the headlights look, blushing with mutual embarrassment and awkwardness before he attempted to break the silence.

“Wow… That is quite a big, umm… I mean… I didn’t know they, uhh, came that big, haha…” He stammered, chuckling awkwardly. His poor attempt to make the situation lighter did not help, and the two stared at each other awkwardly for a few, interminable seconds.

“It w-was a gag gift! From a friend!” She lied, cursing internally for having to improvise such a poor fabrication. “And why were you looking into my private stuff? Seriously!”

“I know! I shouldn’t have done it! I’m so, so sorry!” Replied Ashton, his shoulders and face all sagging in defeat. He didn’t look angry at her at least… But he glanced in the direction of her closet again and the knot in her stomach tightened. He looked almost spooked or intimidated, this did NOT look good..

“Hannah?” He asked, his voice tentative, soft. “Do… When it comes to sex, do you really like it, umm, do you like it big…?” He almost winced as he asked her. “Is… Is it important?” And he looked at her with a sad, uncomfortable look. He was trying to hide it, but he felt emasculated, it was obvious.

She felt like her floor had disappeared under her feet. In a single moment she imagined how this road would go. He would question her, she would tell him the truth: that she was a former porn star, and she did in fact like large cocks and dildos. It wasn’t the only thing she liked, it wasn’t a core of her personality! But once he learned that about her… he would never trust her again. He would grow suspicious, she would never be able to redeem herself in his eyes, she would get needy and horny… And their relationship would die, like so many others. She would be alone again.

{if Love = True}”Ashton!” She felt her eyes growing damp and blinked the tears away furiously as she took a moment to calm herself. “Ashton, please… I love you! Isn’t that enough? Can we… Not go there? Please?” Her lip trembled at the last word and she gulped air and suppressed a sniffle before looking him in the eye. Pleading silently for him to not go that route… And doom their relationship.{endif}{if Denial = True}”Ashton? W-what are you talking about?” She was breathing hard now, terrified. “Th-that was… Just a silly gift. Can we ignore it? Please, don’t judge me just because of a… Stupid big dildo? Please? I…” And her stomach dropped as she finished with, “I am not that kind of girl.”

It was a lie. She knew. But if she kept with him! If she stayed faithful, then the lie could become the truth! She could make it true, she knew she could!{endif}{if Manipulation = True}”You look into my stuff and then dare accuse me of… Of what? Acting as if I was a complete slut?” She hissed, trying to mask her embarrassment with anger. If she turned it back on him, put him on the defensive… He wouldn’t have the guts to question her. “Is that it? You see one gag gift and suddenly feel insecure?”

“No, no… Sorry for snooping… I mean! I didn’t want to, uhh…” He backpedaled, on the defensive. She pressed her advantage.

“I told you, it was a joke gift from an old friend. I’ve never used it!” She lied, trying to strike a tone between angry and disappointed. “And that’s my private stuff! You had no right to go through it.”

“You’re absolutely correct!” He admitted. “I’m so sorry, I…” And the words died in his mouth as he looked at her, eyes **** for her approval, her forgiveness. It worked. His inklings of doubt had been buried under a mountain of guilt.{endif}

“Sorry! Sorry, I… I won’t bring it up again!” He said, backing away from both her and the closet. He then glanced at the bathroom she had just exited from and then tried a conciliatory smile. “I’ll uh… Shower now. And! I also… Promise not to ever go through your stuff without permission. I’m sorry.”

And with one last apologetic nod he hurried to the bathroom and closed the door. She took a deep breath, and hoped that this was the last they would speak of the subject, and that hopefully he didn’t suspect her of anything. Well, it was too late to take anything back. So as she heard the shower being turned on, she took off her towel and, after drying her hair a bit more, began looking for something comfortable to wear. She also glared at the large dildo before quickly hiding it under some clothes. This was truly the last thing she needed to deal with tonight!