sports?’
‘Nope.’ Truth be told, I was getting tired. Having to be the fucker every time had stolen some of my girlish glee. Who knew that deep down I loved to be taken and that after the first few pegging incidents (yes, I’d looked up the proper term), the rush wore off and I wanted him to woo me and take me and fuck me. Me, me, me!
Jeffrey leaned in and I could smell the strawberry of his shiny pink lip-gloss. ‘Candle wax on the nips and bits?’
‘Un-unh.’ I swallowed a giggle and then my beer. Maybe I’d plead sick tonight. I still had about two weeks with Alan, but no one said I had to be with him every time he asked me out. That wasn’t in the plan.
‘He likes to take it up the rear,’ Jeffrey snorted.
I was about to react with huge nonchalance but I was too late. Jeffrey’s eyes flew wide and his shiny, pink mouth split in a grin. ‘Dear Mother Mary and baby saviour, he likes it up the–’
I smacked my hand over Jeffrey’s mouth and hissed, ‘Do not finish that sentence. Do not. Or I will disown you, including not lending you my leggings that you say are technically unisex . Do you understand, Jeffrey Brian Grant?’ He nodded, his eyes still wide. I took my hand away. ‘Are you wearing mascara?’
‘Just a stroke or two.’ He leaned in, shiny bald mocha head gleaming in the low lights. ‘Oh my God, so you um ... you give it to him. You’re his back door Santa? You’re making deliveries in the rear? You’re–’
‘Jeffrey,’ I said warningly.
He raised his hands like he was under arrest. ‘Girl, you know that I of all people would not hold it against a man for liking a good firm di–’
‘Jesus Christ,’ I said, letting my head hit the wooden bar table. ‘What have I done?’
He threw his arm around me. ‘Exactly, Merritt. Tell Uncle Jeffrey, what have you done?’
I waved my arm so that Bruce would pour me another beer ... or three.
I did end up putting Alan off that night. I sat and eventually spilled all the beans to not only Jeffrey, but God help me, to my brother Jack. Newly inducted into the gay club, he wanted details. After enough beer, you’ll explain just about anything.
So on Valentine’s Day, I felt horrible and accepted Alan’s offer of a romantic night out. Jeffrey had birthday plans with a secret someone. I have to admit that Jack had cracked me up, reasoning to his own sister that if Alan was such a fan of taking it up the rear, maybe, just maybe there was hope for him putting the moves on him after all.
I was not expecting it when Alan handed me an elegantly wrapped package in the restaurant. We were tucked in the back of Sebastian’s in one of their decadently tall, private booths. I unwrapped the shiny silver and red paper to find a gold box with no marking. My belly fluttered. I loved presents. Was it some sexy bit of lace and silk to wear? Jewellery? What?
‘Go on, open it!’ Alan said. He seemed nearly as excited to see my reaction as I was to find out what was in my lovely golden box.
I pulled the lid off and froze. ‘Oh ... Oh, um, wow, Alan. What a surprise.’
‘You said cobalt blue was your favourite colour,’ he said, his cheeks flushed, eyes shiny.
‘Yes, yes it is. You’re right. Cobalt blue is my favourite colour.’
‘Do you think it will fit?’
I eyed the gift up and nodded. ‘I’m sure it will. It’s pretty much one size fits all with some minor adjustments,’ I said. I tried to put the lid on the box, but he put his hand out to stop me.
‘Do you like it?’
I stared at the double dildo complete with shiny black harness. For me. To wear. I weighed my options. Part of me was mortified to find a blue double dong where I expected lingerie or jewellery to be. Part of me was curious beyond belief. And yes, I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to being a bit turned on. But also mortified, do not forget mortified.
‘I ... yes?’
He nodded. ‘I know it’s a bit unconventional.’
Gee, ya
‘Nope.’ Truth be told, I was getting tired. Having to be the fucker every time had stolen some of my girlish glee. Who knew that deep down I loved to be taken and that after the first few pegging incidents (yes, I’d looked up the proper term), the rush wore off and I wanted him to woo me and take me and fuck me. Me, me, me!
Jeffrey leaned in and I could smell the strawberry of his shiny pink lip-gloss. ‘Candle wax on the nips and bits?’
‘Un-unh.’ I swallowed a giggle and then my beer. Maybe I’d plead sick tonight. I still had about two weeks with Alan, but no one said I had to be with him every time he asked me out. That wasn’t in the plan.
‘He likes to take it up the rear,’ Jeffrey snorted.
I was about to react with huge nonchalance but I was too late. Jeffrey’s eyes flew wide and his shiny, pink mouth split in a grin. ‘Dear Mother Mary and baby saviour, he likes it up the–’
I smacked my hand over Jeffrey’s mouth and hissed, ‘Do not finish that sentence. Do not. Or I will disown you, including not lending you my leggings that you say are technically unisex . Do you understand, Jeffrey Brian Grant?’ He nodded, his eyes still wide. I took my hand away. ‘Are you wearing mascara?’
‘Just a stroke or two.’ He leaned in, shiny bald mocha head gleaming in the low lights. ‘Oh my God, so you um ... you give it to him. You’re his back door Santa? You’re making deliveries in the rear? You’re–’
‘Jeffrey,’ I said warningly.
He raised his hands like he was under arrest. ‘Girl, you know that I of all people would not hold it against a man for liking a good firm di–’
‘Jesus Christ,’ I said, letting my head hit the wooden bar table. ‘What have I done?’
He threw his arm around me. ‘Exactly, Merritt. Tell Uncle Jeffrey, what have you done?’
I waved my arm so that Bruce would pour me another beer ... or three.
I did end up putting Alan off that night. I sat and eventually spilled all the beans to not only Jeffrey, but God help me, to my brother Jack. Newly inducted into the gay club, he wanted details. After enough beer, you’ll explain just about anything.
So on Valentine’s Day, I felt horrible and accepted Alan’s offer of a romantic night out. Jeffrey had birthday plans with a secret someone. I have to admit that Jack had cracked me up, reasoning to his own sister that if Alan was such a fan of taking it up the rear, maybe, just maybe there was hope for him putting the moves on him after all.
I was not expecting it when Alan handed me an elegantly wrapped package in the restaurant. We were tucked in the back of Sebastian’s in one of their decadently tall, private booths. I unwrapped the shiny silver and red paper to find a gold box with no marking. My belly fluttered. I loved presents. Was it some sexy bit of lace and silk to wear? Jewellery? What?
‘Go on, open it!’ Alan said. He seemed nearly as excited to see my reaction as I was to find out what was in my lovely golden box.
I pulled the lid off and froze. ‘Oh ... Oh, um, wow, Alan. What a surprise.’
‘You said cobalt blue was your favourite colour,’ he said, his cheeks flushed, eyes shiny.
‘Yes, yes it is. You’re right. Cobalt blue is my favourite colour.’
‘Do you think it will fit?’
I eyed the gift up and nodded. ‘I’m sure it will. It’s pretty much one size fits all with some minor adjustments,’ I said. I tried to put the lid on the box, but he put his hand out to stop me.
‘Do you like it?’
I stared at the double dildo complete with shiny black harness. For me. To wear. I weighed my options. Part of me was mortified to find a blue double dong where I expected lingerie or jewellery to be. Part of me was curious beyond belief. And yes, I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to being a bit turned on. But also mortified, do not forget mortified.
‘I ... yes?’
He nodded. ‘I know it’s a bit unconventional.’
Gee, ya
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