Playing with Toys: An Erotic Romance for Long Distance Lovers

Book Preface

Playing with Toys (Leslie and Luke)

On the morning of her birthday, Leslie opened her email and found a notification from campus mail services. There was a package waiting for her at the front desk.

On her way to breakfast, Leslie stopped by the student center, showed her ID, and picked up her mail. The box, a curious thing about as big as a breadbox was made of sturdy brown cardboard. There was no return address. Taped to the front was an envelope with her name. She was slitting it open with her fingers when her friend Stasie joined her at the breakfast table, setting her textbooks down with a thump that made Leslie start.

“Good morning and happy birthday,” Stasie chirped. “Dinner reservations have been made, and when I say dinner reservations have been made, I mean that we haven’t called a single place because honestly, Emilio’s is never filled on Tuesday nights.”

“Jesse is still okay with letting us borrow his car, right?”

“Yup, he’s cool. I bribed him with snacks and alcohol last night.”

“Just snacks and alcohol?” Leslie asked, giving her friend a look that said, I know you have more to tell me than that…

“Well,” she said. “By alcohol, I mean that halfway through the party, he was doing body shots out of my belly button, and after the party was over, I gave him something more substantial to nibble on.”

Their third friend, Tina, threw one leg over the bench and dumped her bag unceremoniously on the floor. “Is she telling you how she made Jesse lick coconut rum off her tits last night?”

“That was one time,” said Stasie, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, but you stood on a desk, announced it to the room, and made sure everyone was watching before he did it. Hey, what’s in the box?”

“I don’t know yet,” Leslie said, turning the envelope over in her hands. The back only said, Open in private.

She showed the note to the girls, who were just as puzzled as she was, but even more eager to discover its contents. “You should open it now,” Tina said, but the dining hall was getting more crowded as students rushed in to grab a bagel or a cup of coffee before their morning classes.

“I think I’ll open it in the privacy of my own room,” said Leslie, hugging the box to her chest as she stood up. “And if you’re lucky, I MIGHT tell you what it is.”

“Happy birthday!” Tina called. Leslie raised her hand in acknowledgment before returning to the envelope, which she read as she walked back to her dorm…………………….