“Or…” my body takes on a completely upright sitting position, “we can be actual adults and healthily discuss what I’m now guessin’ was a sex toy.” Seeing her lips press firmly together innocently pulls mine upward. “Am I right?”
“You shouldn’t have seen that,” leaves her right above a whisper.
“Is that ‘cause you’re embarrassed to have it?”
“Yes.” Gilly’s teeth chomp down aggressively on her bottom lip. “No.” The sight of her brow pulling tightly together sparks an ache in my chest. “Maybe?” It’s impossible to ignore the nervous fidgeting her fingers begin in her lap. “Idontknow. Should I be?” There isn’t an actual pause long enough for me to respond. “Kira – the bestie that initially pulled me away from you in Middlebrook – she has a whole philosophy that if your man can’t get the job done then you train him how and not take the easy way out with toys while Aly – the bestie that was there to see your bestie apparentlynotget married – insists they’re the perfect accessory for every sexcasion, and Rhonnie – my patient service lead – swears they’re a necessity for every single woman on the planet with a pulse and working vag.” Her bare shoulders slump in defeat. “And I would tell you what my brother thinks – becauseyeahwe’re that level of close to where we talk about basically everything – but I don’t wanna go total scorched earth with the guy I hope will someday still wanna see me naked.”
“Like Ace Of Base sings, Gillybean, ‘Always Have, Always Will’.”
Light laughter is attached to a small headshake. “You literally have a song for everything, don’t you, Jukes?”
“Without a doubt,” escapes between my own chuckles. “It’s my second language.”
Thankfully the tension in the air begins to dissipate, a truth seen courtesy of her twitching fingers stilling and stiff spine comfortably relaxing.
Reminds me of the boys when I stop a shot despite having no help on defense.
If we were on the ice, stick taps to my pads would be next.
“What…um…” she slightly shifts her curvaceous figure in my direction, “what doyouthink?”
“That’s easy.” My position matches hers. “Sex is like coffee. Some people don’t like it at all or unfortunately, only feel obligated to have it. Some people prefer it black or plain. Some people want it with everything in it. Some want it scalding hot. Others want it warm or need it frozen.None of it’s right or wrong, Gillybean. Just preference.” A bashful beam begins to grow prompting me to add, “It only matters to the one drinkin’ it or who they’re tryin’ to drink it with.”
An impish glimmer glosses over her brown graze. “You know a song about coffee?”
“Gramps would turn in his grave if I didn’t at leastmention‘Cup of Coffee’ by Johnny Cash, but my own soul might wither and die if I didn’t say ‘Black Coffee’ by the First Lady of Song herself.”
“You’re a fan of Ella Fitzgerald?!”
“The fact you knew her by her nickname simply furtherprovesyou’re meant for me.” The waggling of my eyebrows gets her blushing again, yet this time in the shade I prefer. “Now, you tell me, Gillian.”
Hearing her full name noticeably causes her to shift.
“You like toys?”
“Alone?” Confidence remains tucked away. “Yeah.”
“Andwithsomeone else?”
“Idontknow.”
“Alright.” An innocent shrug bounces my shoulders. “Let’s figure it out.”
“What?!”
“Jus’ like we’ve been doin’, Gillybean. We’re gonna figure out whatyoulike.”
She quickly shakes her head before countering, “Why don’t we just do whatyoulike and see if I like it too?”
“I’m a pleaser.” The statement stuns her quiet. “I get off onpleasin’.” Sliding my hand across her thigh seems to hitch her breath. “The more pleased you are from gettin’ whatyouwant, the more satisfied I am.”
“Meaning?” escapes at a whisper.
“You wanna be punished and called a dirty little slut? Then I’m right there, willin’ and ready to put you over my lap and do just that.” Another small gasp is taken. “You wanna be praised and pampered? Then I’m willin’ and ready to tell you how amazin’ somethin’ feels and kiss you all over in between.”
“I think I’d like that…”
“I think you would too…” My cock begins to thicken in my pants once more. “But jus’ ‘cause it’s what you want one night doesn’t mean it’s gotta be what we do every night, Gillybean.” Her fingers brush the side of mine at the same time I look for acknowledgement. “Understood?”
