Ty came in through the garage, something that he almost never did. Out of habit he tried the doorknob as he reached for his keys, scowling when it turned easily. There was hardly ever any crime in the area, but he’d told her several times to keep the doors locked anyway. She was new to the area and would have no idea how to handle anything or anyone coming into the house uninvited. Occasionally there were bears, which was why Ty made sure never to leave anything lying around to draw their interest. In the fall, when food was scarce, he would be even more vigilant regarding her safety.
Walking through the breezeway he entered the kitchen, putting the flowers on the counter. For some reason, he didn’t call out to her, but listened to determine where she was in the huge house. For a few moments the silence surrounded him and then he heard something that truly surprised him. Heading towards the family room the sounds of passion grew louder.
Ty smiled, no wonder his little tease could say no over and over again. She was having a grand old time by herself. He walked quietly around the kitchen counter, irresistibly drawn to observe her naked body in the throes of passion; until it occurred to him that she might not be alone. Fury consumed him, replacing his curiosity and quickening his stride. Never in a million years could he have anticipated the scene that presented itself.
Kelsey sat alone on the end of the leather chaise, fully dressed in white shorts and a light blue tank top, her eyes glued to the big screen TV. Ty leaned against the doorway; his arms crossed over his chest as she picked up the remote and rewound the DVD. He recognized the movie immediately, and had seen it several times. What he hadn’t seen, was Kelsey imitating Meg Ryan in almost perfect pitch. The movie was muted, butKelsey’s voice matched each breathy moan and passionate word, including the “Yes, Yes, and Oh God Yes.”
She even had the ‘throw your head back and close your eyes’ down pat. Had she been touching herself in any way or had the movie not been playing, he would have believed she just experienced the most incredible orgasm of her young life.
Ty had to give himself credit. He never moved, never laughed or made a sound as she went through the procedure three times. It wasn’t until she tossed the remote down and jumped up doing her very own version of a happy dance with her little ass wiggling like crazy. She began chanting, “I finally got it,” when he let out a discreet cough. Kelsey spun, spotted him and screamed all at the same time as she promptly fell on her butt.
“How long have you been standing there?” she accused, before covering her face with her hands and making no effort to get up.
“Long enough, Sweet Pea,” Ty replied, trying so hard not to laugh, his jaw hurt.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“You already said that,” he replied as he lost control and burst out laughing.
“Shut up,” she ordered as she uncovered her blushing face and got to her knees. Picking up a couch pillow she threw it at him as he collapsed onto the recliner, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Don’t you laugh at me, Ty,” she shouted, getting to her feet and looking around for another weapon.
“I can’t help it,” he replied. “You’re so fucking cute and sweet, it’s a wonder I don’t have a constant toothache just being in the same room with you. What the hell were you doing anyway?” he asked, still laughing.
“I was doing it for you,” she shouted back. “Don’t make fun of me for trying to make you happy.”
“How is mimicking a fake orgasm supposed to make me happy?” he asked, still smiling.
Kelsey turned away from him, ejected the DVD and snapped it right in half. It was then that Ty realized this was more serious than he thought. It took him a minute to put things straight in his mind, and when he did, it wasn’t nearly so funny. Getting up from the chair he reached Kelsey in a matter of three strides. Taking her arms he spun her around and repeated his question.
“Kelsey, how is mimicking her fake orgasm supposed to make me happy?”
It was impossible to look him in the eye, so Kelsey stared at her bare toes, wiggling them in the thick carpet until he gave her a quick shake.
“Look at me and answer me, now,” he ordered sternly.
This was a side of Ty she hadn’t seen since they argued over her allowance and it was one she had no desire to become better acquainted with. He demanded her obedience and he got it.
“I wanted to please you, and I didn’t know how,” she whispered, raising her watery blue eyes to his and quaking at his serious expression. “Ty, I don’t like sex. It hurts and it’s embarrassing. I’ve never had an orgasm and I didn’t want you to feel bad. I looked it up on your computer and I think I’m frigid,” she sighed. “I thought if I could fake it…”
“So you did this with the intention of faking an orgasm with me. You were going to let me think you were enjoying making love when all the time you planned on hating every minute of it?”
“Yes,” she replied so softly he could barely hear her.
“Kelsey, I want to put you over my knee and spank you so badly right now my hand is tingling. I warned you about lying to me and how I feel about it. What makes you so sure you won’t enjoy making love with me anyway? You’ve been sitting on my lap every night, letting me kiss you and pet you, and now you’re saying you don’t like it?”
“No Ty, no,” she assured him, her eyes pleading with his as she stroked his chest. “I do like it when you kiss me and touch me. Being on your lap, in your arms is my favorite place in the whole world. I’m just afraid, that’s all. It’s not your fault, it’s me,” she finished, tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Kelsey, I’m a man, not a boy. My body does not control me, I control it. I’m not entirely sure what you’ve been through and it really doesn’t change things. The past is the past; it’s the future that’s important. There will be no hurried groping or painful penetration, not between us. I will take plenty of time to make sure you’re ready for me. I understand your fears, but we need to get rid of them if we are to move forward and there’s only one way that I can see to do that, baby. As far as being frigid, that’s bullshit. I can feel the heat coming off you even through your jeans when I hold you. You just need to relax and let me love you.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered, resting her forehead on his chest in defeat.
“I’m not giving you a choice,” he replied solemnly, tipping her head back and pinning her with his eyes. “I’m not prepared to spend the rest of my life with an elephant in the room and ignore it. We need to get rid of it once and for all.”
“But…”
“No buts, go upstairs, I’ll be up in a minute. I want you in our bed when I get there. You can always tell me the truth about what you’re feeling and I’ll do anything I can to make it better, but you need to know that if I catch you faking even one little response to me, I will stop immediately, flip you over and spank your sweet little ass.”
