She covered her face and cringed.
“You are very funny, Tasha. You have just done that with me, for me and followed every instruction I gave you and now the mention of a vibrator and you’re mortified.” He laughed, but not at her, she knew that, and he made a valid point.
“I know it’s stupid, but the idea of one is odd and it’s like I’m replacing you. I thought you would hate the idea of it,” she admitted, looking back at him now, genuinely interested to hear his thoughts and feelings.
“Trust me, it’ll be fun and I would hate the idea of it if you used it instead of me, but it would never happen and I like you being able to give yourself pleasure.” His words were resolute in the knowledge he was right.
She smiled as he yawned. “Go to sleep if you want to.” She was just starting her day but was unlikely to succumb to sleep again so soon.
“I want to watch you.” His voice carried real tenderness.
Raising her hand, Tasha touched his face on the screen making him smile.
“We could lie here together and fall asleep. I will disconnect or whatever it’s called when I get up.”
“Sounds like a definite plan. Night, baby.” His eyes were already closed.
She smiled at his image on screen and thought she couldn’t do this long term. She was desperate to touch him, to feel him, to smell him. With a hard swallow, Tasha climbed into bed and closed her eyes.
It was a couple of hours later when she woke up and was startled to see a sleeping James in front of her, but quickly realised it was the laptop. Her lips curled gently at his image before she stretched over and kissed him before disconnecting.
After a quick shower and breakfast, she returned to the bedroom and started sorting through her wardrobe. Was she really that bored? Maybe, but she also thought the idea of inappropriate clothes Jim was so hung up on may be pushing her to do this. She put her clothes into three piles; keep, throw and unsure. The unsure ones might need Jim’s seal of approval, another use of video calling she decided. Whilst completing the job she’d found her old school uniform and giggled. She would wash and dry it then send it to L.A. for Jim. Maybe she could encourage him to tie her up. With a grin to herself, she abandoned the sorting of clothes having decided another shopping trip was required.
When she first entered the shop she felt slightly uncomfortable, especially when the young, female assistant asked if she needed any help. Could she say she was a vibrator virgin? Was it acceptable to say her boyfriend thought she should use one during their online sex sessions? Possibly not.
Instead, she looked at the clock behind the till and offered an excuse to the assistant. “I’m fine, thanks, but I just need to make a call and then I’ll be back.”
“No problem.” She smiled, as if she was selling Tasha cosmetics rather than sex toys.
She went outside into the mall and found a coffee shop where she took her phone out and text Jim.
Tasha giggled, gaining the attention of a couple sitting at the table next to her as she imagined his deadpan but highly amused tone at the idea of her in a sex shop.
If her earlier laughter had drawn attention from those around her then the sudden choking on her coffee had them giving her their undivided attention. How did anyone even begin to decide on a vibrator for someone else? Clearly with ease if your name was James Maybury.
