The dresser drawer

The sound came from right in front of you, from the same drawer you just pulled a pair of underwear from. Tentatively you push aside the underwear to find the source of the noise.

In the back of the drawer was a slim, pink dildo, not much longer than six inches.

You froze at the sight of it, the words of the caller ringing in your head. The longer you stared at the dildo the more you wanted to grab it. A few times you reached into the drawer but pulled your hand back at the last second.

Maybe, just maybe if you had that, you could lock yourself in your room and you wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant, so long as no one from your family bothered you.