An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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"Why?" Sybil questioned her boyfriend in a whiny tone.
"Whatchu mean?"
She squirmed in the passenger seat, looking over at Syre who was waiting for a response.
"Why couldn't we try this another night?"
"It'll teach you how to be quiet in public spaces. We ain't gon be around nobody important."
"Yea, just family and friends." She sassed.
They were headed out to Alexis' going away dinner since her classes started next week. She was almost done packing up her things to move into her dorm, and everyone at the shop and her family wanted to send her off with well wishes.
After Sybil and Syre's conversation of trying some new sexual things, he came up with the idea for Sybil to wear some classic vibrating panties.
She was hesitant at first, but after she thought it over she decided to put them on. She wanted to try them out, but she was nervous out of her mind.
If she embarrassed herself in front of her friends, she would never be able to live it down.
"I don't know if I can go through with it."
"All you gotta do is keep quiet. You want some practice?"
Turning the corner, Syre reached in the cup holder and grabbed the small remote.
"Wait don't—" A soft vibration caught her by surprise and she pressed her lips together in a line.
Exhaling through her nostrils she sat still and tried to continue taking deep breaths. "Okay...okay....it's not bad."
"I mean it's only setting 1...ion know what that feel like but I can imagine not much."
Her had snapped at Syre as he continued to drive toward the restaurant. "How many settings are there?"
"Mmm, bout 8."
"EIGHT!? You're trying to kill me!"
He smirked, pressing another button on the remote and Sybil jolted in the passenger seat, grabbing the leather trim against the door.
"Fuck." She gritted out through her teeth.
"That's 3, by the way."
"I don't wanna know...any other numbers.....mmm shit..." she breathed out, moving her hand and grabbing the seatbelt that was crossed over her.
"I think I'll leave it on until we get to the restaurant...got bout 10 minutes.
