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The Object of Her Desire |
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The next night, Dave was busy with his part time
job at the gym. John came over, instead.
“Did you open it?”
“Open what,” Jenni said, pretending she didn’t know.
And John grinned, pulling her head into his lap and stroking her hair
as she opened her eager mouth. He knew she had.
After John left, Jenni
lay in the tub, staring at the ceiling, baby powder scented bubbles slipping
down the one long leg she extended over the edge of the tub. Her short
geometrical black bob was still dry. This was a luxury bath, not one where she
planned on getting her whole self wet. Just the important parts that needed
attention.
As her hand slipped down one thigh, and into the cloudy
water, Jenni found herself thinking of the box under her bed.
What
would it feel like?
John had gotten her the anal toy as a gift. He
said he couldn’t always be there for her, and he knew Dave didn’t
come close. And he said the anal toy was better for her, less intimidating than
the large and oversized dildos and dongs he had seen at the store he worked at
every night.
John was almost ten years older than her. He should know.
Dave was her age, twenty-three. He wouldn’t know.
Jenni’s hand was not enough tonight.
Maybe the toy should come
out.
After she dried herself off, Jenni sat naked on her bed. She
stared at the toy. It didn’t stare back.
She looked at the bottle
of lubricant John had provided, and then read the directions, pretending
interest. Unscented, and safe with latex condoms.
She chewed her lip.
Then she opened the bottle up and dropped a single glob on the tip of
the toy.
She watched as the glob smeared itself down one side, landing
on the butterfly base or handle, and moving through one of the grip holes onto
the sheets of the bed.
Jenni stared, frowning.
Tonight was
not the night.
The next night, Dave took her out dancing. As she
bumped against the male population that paid her adoration, she felt her body
tingle. She needed something new. John was watching from across the dance
floor, and when she caught his eye, he raised his glass and winked at her. She
grinned back.
Tonight was the night, come hell or high water.
Back home, Dave was amorous, but not amorous enough. As soon as he passed out
on the bed, Jenni reached under the bed frame and pulled the box from its
hiding place. She crept to the living room and poured herself the last glass of
wine from the bottle Dave had chilled when they got home.
Sitting
naked on the couch, Jenni lay the toy against one of the cushions, giggling
quietly to herself.
“Ahem. My name is Jenni. And you belong to
me.”
The toy said nothing.
“Dave is my steady
boyfriend. He’s asleep right now, so don’t be loud, okay?”
She cackled to herself, then covered her mouth, trying to be quiet.
She was sitting on her couch talking to a blue phallus. It wasn’t even a
real cock shape. It was smooth, no ridges, and had barely a slight bulge in the
middle of its short length.
“John gave you to me because I was
bored. I hope you don’t disappoint him. Or me.”
She took a
long swig of the red wine, and accidentally dribbled some of it onto her chin
and chest. She sputtered and put the glass back on the coffee table.
“Well now look what I’ve done!”
Giggling still, Jenni
used one finger and smeared the wine on her chin, squinting her eyes at the
toy.
“Pardon? You want to help me clean up? Alright. That sounds
safe enough for a first date.”
She picked the toy up, and ran the
tip of it over her chin, then let it fall down to her chest. She dragged the
rounded edge slowly between her breasts.
For some reason, she found
herself panting.
She imagined John’s heavy tongue lapping between
her breasts, moving over her skin from nipple to nipple. And as she imagined
that, she moved the toy in a circle first around one nipple, then the other.
But that didn’t feel right. It felt good, but not right.
This wasn’t John’s tongue, at all.
So Jenni put fantasy
aside, and wallowed in the reality of the feel of the very warm toy slipping
through the trail of wine, down over her smooth belly, to tease at her
privacy.
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