Just a few things so she doesn't have to wear my old stuff.

In the end, we cut our shopping trip short, only getting Joy a few tops, shirts, bras - thank god for smartphones, neither of us would have figured out how to measure Joy without help, and the sales girls were not an option for obvious reasons. Oh, and two cardigans for when it gets cold. Or rather cold-er in these parts, but there are months where just a shirt doesn't cut it. The entire time I can tell Joy isn't really into it anymore, mind elsewhere as she's picking out whatever fits and is comfy instead of running the gamut of styles and colors and what have you.

Then again, I'm not much better. With one word - okay, one conversation, but please allow my nervous ass this hyperbole - Nick can bring Joy's newly started life crashing down. And mine with it. And all I can do is trust my buddy that he won't do it. Oh, Joy. No, not the one attached to my hips.

On the way back, Joy carries the two bags with our new clothes while I wrap my arms around her stomach; I try to be supportive, give her some warmth, but feeling my own arms on Joy's body is still disorienting. And the slight rubbing with every step is lowkey enjoyable. Not surprising, considering Joy is technically my dick, and I can feel her nipples pulse and stiffen slowly.

What does come as a surprise is the little package in front of my dorm room - there is no address sticker on it. Instead, a letter is taped to the package, blank except for my name scrawled over the middle.

"Matt? What's this?" Joy asks, with genuine interest and only a hint of worry. Figures she'd bounce back from what has happened at the slightest distraction, or maybe she's shoving things deep down...

"A package, dingus."

"Harr-dee-harr. Did you order anything?"

"Nope... someone on campus must have handed this to someone in the dorm, I guess?"

"Probably. Here, hold the bags and let me..."

Joy leaning forwards to pick up the package almost topples us over - the straps pull me after her and I have to hold on to the door so we don't fall. And of course now some rando walks past, raising an eyebrow at us... and slows down. I have seen him around, rowing like crazy at the gym, running on campus, dark skin glistening with sweat, and I realize I'm staring and he stopped in front of us and--

"Uh, Matt? How about standing up straight again? And saying hi properly?"

"Ah, so you're Matt!" Tall, dark and handsome, and a deep, rich voice to boot. And why the heck does this make me all hot and bothered? Is it something bleeding over from Joy? Is this entire situation messing with my-- scratch that, this entire situation is definitely messing with my head. At least I finally manage to stand up straight. "I'm Finn, short for Finnegan, but no one calls me that if I can help it. And your friend here is?"

"I'm Joy, nice to meetcha!" Tucking the package under her left arm, Joy extends her right hand to shake Finn's. It feels warm and smooth and strong and somehow, it makes our nipples as hard as rocks, a by now familiar heat building deep within Joy. And somehow, she doesn't let it show at all. "I basically just moved in with Matt today, 'cause I need some help what with the whole lack of legs and us being a couple and stuff."

Point taken, Joy. We're weird, but we're together, and I can't go lusting after random guys like a budding bisexual. Not that I take issue with that sexual orientation or discovering I even am in the first place, but I do take issue with unfaithfulness. And drooling over Finn's muscular arms and tight shirt over bulging and-- god dammit.

"Yeah, uhm, Joy's my girlfriend, and, uh... yeah." I try to catch myself, putting down one of the bags to shake Finn's hand myself after a second. After feeling Joy shake his, I almost forgot that I haven't. "I've seen you around here before, you're always working out and stuff."

"Well, I'm here on a sports scholarship, so my days are busy. Whenever I'm not learning, I make sure I stay in shape," Finn grins, revealing white teeth in a stark, striking contrast with his skin.

"Sports scholarship? Football, baseball, basketball?" Joy seems genuinely interested, although not in a flirty way. Even if we're both really affected by how unfairly hot Finn is.

"Rowing, actually. Listen, sorry for gawking and running, but I need to get to our training sesh. It was nice to meet you guys, I'll see you around!"

"Don't worry about it, nice to meet you too!" Joy waves after Finn as he jogs off, giving a little wave before turning around properly and disappearing down the stairs.

"Holy--"

"Shit."

We need a minute to catch our breaths, and I use the time to pull my keys out of my pocket and let us into our dorm room, where I flop down next to the dinner table, dropping the bags to the floor as Joy puts the package on the table itself.

"That guy was so sexy!" I blurt out, my heart dropping even as I say it. Should I really be saying this when I'm with Joy...?

"I know, right?! Holy fuck, it should be illegal to be this attractive. Seriously, just being close to him made me super horny! Can we, I mean, get out of these straps and let off some steam? I need you to fingerfuck me into oblivion after this."

"Oh, I'm definitely with you on that one!" I can feel our pussy drenching my shorts. Our self-control - selves-control? - is in shambles. "Let me just get this..."

As I get to freeing us from the contraption I... contrapted, Joy gently caresses her breasts, making both of us sigh and shudder lustfully - but when I need her to let them go so I can pull the straps aside, her ADHD brain locks in on the package, and while I keep working on the straps, Joy rips the letter off and puts it aside. The box itself isn't even taped shut, but when Joy opens it...

"Uhm, Matt?"

"Mhmm~?" Humming, I drop the straps to the floor and let my hands run over Joy's stomach towards our slick honeypot.

"There... there's a cock in the package. Like, a real one."

That douses our lust somewhat. It's definitely still there, but there's an edge of anxiety creeping in.

"But there's no blood...?" As Joy reaches into the package and gently grabs something soft, spongy and warm, I feel a phantom, a faint suggestion of sensation. "And it's... alive? I think I feel a pulse..."

Joy pulls the shaft out of the box, and my jaw drops. It's definitely a cock, it's definitely alive and not attached to anyone... and I know it, albeit not from this angle or distance.

It's mine.