The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  63

  Blake

  Cindy squeezes my hand and throws a happy smile while tilting her chin up my way.

  “I appreciate your support,” she murmurs. “Thank you for understanding, Blake.”

  I nod.

  “Anytime, honey. Your needs are a priority to me, and I want to make sure they’re met. Especially when it’s something as important as this.”

  She nods happily again and we stroll towards the entrance of the Student Health Center. The center is located in a corner nook of the building, out of the way but still accessible. I get it. You want to encourage students to seek out information about their health, and yet do it in a way that’s not overt given the sensitive and confidential nature of the matter. But before we cross the threshold, I turn to her.

  “Sweetheart, is it okay for me to go inside seeing that I’m not a student? I suppose I could say I’m a late-in-life student, but I don’t want to break Emerson rules.”

  She giggles a bit.

  “Blake, it’s fine. They don’t check IDs or anything like that. They want to encourage people to come, so it’s a pretty easygoing atmosphere.”

  I nod, and we open the door together before stepping inside. The Health Center is warm and cozy with yellow walls and desks loaded with free samples. A quick glance shows me a fishbowl full of brightly colored condoms, multiple tables laden with all sorts of health brochures, and another fishbowl filled with plastic thinga-ma-jigs. I wonder what those are.

  A peppy girl greets us by the door.

  “Hi, I’m Stephanie!” she chirps, pointing to her nametag. “I’m a volunteer here at the SLC. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

  Cindy blushes and shakes her head.

  “No, just looking around with my boyfriend,” she says, taking my large hand in her small one. “Window-shopping, if you will.”

  My heart contracts when she says the word “boyfriend” because it sounds right on her lips. Even though we only met a few days ago, the chemistry between us is so strong and powerful that I can see myself spending the rest of my life with Cindy. She’s that attractive and charming, and suddenly, my heart flops over in my chest.

  “Do you have anything in size extra large?” I growl, squeezing Cindy’s hand. Immediately, the beautiful blonde turns and playfully slaps me on the arm.

  “Oh you!” she giggles. “You’re an XXL.”

  But Stephanie the student volunteer takes my question seriously.

  “Actually, we get that question a lot here at the SLC,” she says. “We have a special selection of condoms made with the extra large man in mind. Here you go,” she says, reaching below the counter before placing another fishbowl on the tabletop. This one is filled with bright purple and pink packets. Stephanie thrusts her hand into the fishbowl and rummages around a bit before pulling out a neon pink sample.

  “See? We call these Ponies,” she says with a chortle while unwrapping the condom and pulling it out to show us the size. The rubber is incredibly huge and stretches out to at least five inches between her fingers. “When it’s filled, there’s plenty of room at the tip to catch seed, and you can see that the opening here is also very springy,” she says, tracing the rim with her finger. “This is so a man can be both long and wide. The Pony will fit without any problem.”

  Cindy gapes a little.

  “Um … a pony?” she stammers. “It certainly looks big.”

  “Oh it is big,” chirps Stephanie brightly. “It fits even the largest men.”

  But I look at the rubber with a skeptical glance.

  “I think I might need something with a little more room. I’ve broken a lot of condoms in my day, and it’s terrifying when that happens. Do you have anything with more capacity?”

  Stephanie thinks for a moment.

  “Well the pinks and purples in this basket are all Ponies, but maybe we have something in the back. Give me just one sec,” she says before disappearing through a door.

  Cindy turns to me with wide eyes.

  “Blake, are you crazy? Are you just doing this to be annoying?”

  I look at her with innocent eyes, both hands up with my palms out.

  “No of course not, honey. I really mean it when I say that these Ponies aren’t going to fit me. And we don’t want to take any chances right?”

  Of course, I don’t add that I have no intention of wearing any type of cover-up, and especially not in bright pink or neon purple. But at that moment, Stephanie reappears with a smile on her face.

  “Here you are!” she says triumphantly. “I found it. It’s called a Stallion, and we only have a few left.”

  She whips out a tan-colored piece of latex, and both Cindy and I gawk a bit because as Stephanie stretches the rubber between her fingers, we can see that it’s huge. The thing elongates to at least ten inches, and there’s a deep well at one end for catching male virility. The ring at the entrance is at least two inches in diameter, and before our astonished eyes, Stephanie pulls it wide so that it gapes about four inches in circumference.

  “See?” she asks triumphantly. “The Stallion is special because it’s the cutting edge of reproductive technology. The latex is thin so that it allows for incredible sensation, and yet it stretches much more than the Pony or any other physical contraceptive. Also, there’s increased volume at the tip for men who have a lot of spunk, and there’s even a bit of ribbing for her pleasure. See?” she asks, stretching out the latex again. Sure enough, there are fine lines in the plastic so that the woman will be titillated with each deep stroke.

  But I frown.

  “This is the biggest you have?”

  “Afraid so,” Stephanie nods sadly. “But trust me, the Stallion is cutting edge. Would you like to take a few for the road?”

  I nod, whipping out my wallet.

  “Let’s take five to start. How much will that be?”

  Stephanie laughs, pulling out an unmarked paper bag from beneath the counter.

  “No charge because all of our services and products are free. But if you wouldn’t mind filling out our questionnaire after you’re done, I’d appreciate it so much. The questionnaires help us collect data, and are a major source of funding for the SHC. Thank you!” she smiles merrily while handing me the paper bag.

  I take it, nodding.

  “Sure thing. I’ll definitely fill out that questionnaire. Do you have any questions, Cindy?”

  The gorgeous blonde has been standing there, with her eyes as wide as saucers during the entire transaction.

  “No, I don’t,” she stammers, flushing again. “Thanks for your help, Stephanie.”

  “You’re welcome!” the volunteer chirps happily. “And if you need anything else, feel free to come back anytime. We’re open ten to eight, Monday through Friday.”

  By now, Cindy is scarlet as I pull back into the open hallway.

  “Did you have a good time, honey?” I ask with a knowing smirk. “I know I did.”

  She stares at me.

  “Blake, really? The Stallion condom? Because you have a tool the size of a horse?”

  I smirk again.

  “I do, honey. I think it’s very apropos, don’t you think? Now, why don’t we go and try these suckers out?”

  Cindy just rolls her eyes before taking my arm again.

  “I think I need to get some lunch after that,” she says. “When I thought to bring you to the SHC, I never envisioned that would happen.”

  “And what’s that?” I ask innocently as we begin to walk again.

  She huffs out a small puff of air.

  “Just that you’d be so … incorrigible!”

  I merely chuckle and pat the small hand lying on my arm.

  “Honey, you’re just getting to see all the different sides of Blake Reynolds. Now, lunch. You’re right, all that browsing has me hungry. Do you know of any place that serves horse meat, come to think of it? Or pony meat? Stallion steaks, anyone?”

  She slaps my arm playfully again.
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  “Oh you!”

  I just chuckle while making my way down the corridor with this lovely woman, the paper bag dangling from my hand. Who knew that going to a student health center to discuss contraceptives could be fun? But with Cindy as my partner, even the most boring, inane events are rendered exciting, from her short song-and-dance in the hallway, to picking up a couple of contraceptives named “The Stallion.” Who would have guessed? Now all I need to do is tell her that I have no intention of using any stallions or ponies in the future. I like my women ripe, plush, and totally bare, and I just need to convince Cindy that that’s how she wants it too.

  64

  Cindy

  We sit in a little café just off campus and I smile at Blake.

  “It’s such a gorgeous day, don’t you think? I love the winter weather.”

  He chuckles as the waitress hands us menus.

  “I love winter weather too, but sweetheart, this isn’t real winter weather. You know that on the East Coast they get polar vortexes, right? It’s some climate thing where cold gusts coming from the North Pole sweep down through Canada, blanketing New England and the Mid-Atlantic in snow. The wind chill is absolutely horrendous too, and makes things feel about ten times more freezing. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

  I nod, even though the tip of my nose is probably a little pink from the chill outside.

  “I know, and I’m ready for it. I heard Uniqlo sells padded pants and warm parkas, so I’m ready to buy myself a new wardrobe.”

  Blake laughs, throwing his head back so that a few of the other diners turn to look. Then again, a lot of the women here have been staring at him covertly ever since we walked in because he’s that handsome. His black hair is adorably scruffy and he’s got a five o’clock shadow on his chin that reminds me of how masculine he is. Plus, his physique is incredible. Even the bulky sweater can’t hide the breadth of his chest, nor the power in those strong arms.

  I smile at him again, going a little loose and hot inside.

  “I’m ready for New York weather,” is my smiling reply. “Bring it on!”

  He chuckles low in his chest.

  “That a girl. I like a fighter.”

  I blush because if anything, I’m too much of a fighter. I’m sassy and independent in spirit, and sometimes I don’t compromise enough, even if it would do me good. I’ve put my foot in my mouth more than a few times, and regretted it often. But there’s no sense in telling Blake right now, not when things are going so well. After the waitress takes our orders, Blake turns to me with a serious look in those blue eyes.

  “Honey, thank you for taking me to the Student Health Center. I had a good time with you and I appreciate the time you took out of your day to guide our conversation to something worthwhile and very important.”

  I nod.

  “Of course. But what’s wrong? You’re happy we went, aren’t you?”

  He sighs, looking down at his napkin. One hand fiddles with it slightly, and I realize he’s a little nervous. Really? An alpha male like Blake Reynolds can feel nervous? I never thought I’d be the one to give a CEO butterflies, and yet it seems like the case right now.

  “Well, I just wanted to let you know that I liked picking out those contraceptives with you,” he begins in a low, smooth voice. “It was fun, and that volunteer was a hoot.”

  “Stephanie was, wasn’t she?” I nod. “Did you fill out the on-line questionnaire?”

  “I haven’t,” he grins wryly. “But I will, I promise. The more important thing is that …”

  His voice trails off slightly and I look into those navy eyes.

  “What is it, Blake? I know the Stallion will fit you just fine.”

  He shakes his head.

  “No, it’s not that I’m worried about. Or it’s not the fit precisely, because it really doesn’t matter.”

  I let out a giggle.

  “Of course it matters. You can’t use something that’s too big or too small, otherwise it’ll slip off or break.”

  “Yes,” he concedes. “It’s more than I don’t love using condoms, sweetheart. I like my girls bare and slick, and the best way to experience that is without anything between us.”

  The silence stretches out for a few long seconds.

  “You must be joking,” I begin.

  But the CEO shakes his head, his gaze totally serious.

  “I’m not. I want to enjoy you, honey, but I want you plush and ripe, directly on my hardness. I don’t want plastic between us, and I definitely don’t want something as ridiculous as the Stallion. I want to feel you directly on me, and trust me, you want to feel me in you too.”

  I stare at him again.

  “But what about getting pregnant?” I ask in a whisper. “You know if we do it without protection that I’ll be expecting in no time. I can’t go on chemical birth control either because it takes a while to set in. You can’t just start tomorrow, and besides, I don’t have a prescription from a doctor.”

  Blake nods, his gaze suddenly hungry.

  “I know, baby. This is a very important issue to you. It’s a very important issue to both of us, in fact, and I wanted to suggest alternatives if you’re open to them. For example, would you be okay with me pulling out at the crucial moment? I wouldn’t come in you. I’m forty, honey, and I’ve been doing this a long time. I know how my body works and I can pull out just before splashing you with my goodness.”

  I stare at him, my cheeks hot.

  “Pulling out doesn’t work,” I say in a choked voice. “The failure rate is really high.”

  He nods, looking dismayed.

  “I know, but it’s what works best for me, and I’ve never gotten a woman pregnant. In fact, my ex-wife and I never used any method of protection other than pulling out, and we were married for over a decade. It works, sweetheart, trust me. With a man who knows what he’s doing, this is a viable solution.”

  I stare at him, my cheeks feeling so hot as my breasts tremble a bit. On the one hand, I want to say no. I have to say no because pulling out is crazy! This is what teenage boys tell their girlfriends so that they don’t have to wear a rubber.

  But on the other hand, the thought of going hard, fast and unprotected with Blake is absolutely tantalizing. I enjoyed having him in me bare at the theater, and when those hot juices pulsed into my womb, I screamed with ecstasy because I knew I’d given him the ultimate pleasure. It was well worth the risk, but am I ready to let this handsome man do it again? What if we make love constantly? I might be pregnant within days.

  At that moment, the waitress comes by with our orders, and we don’t talk as she sets them down on the table. But once she’s gone, leaving us in relative privacy, Blake takes my hand again and looks at me intently from across the table. Oh god, he’s so gorgeous and my insides are dissolving as I stare into his blue eyes. When did my willpower get so weak?

  “So what do you say, Cindy?” he growls. “Are you okay with pulling out? I promise, it’s going to be fine.”

  I open my mouth, and then shut it. I know what I should say, but the question is: can I put down my foot?

  Evidently not because I smile and my body melts with heat as I grip his firm fingers.

  “I trust you, Blake. Yes, let’s use the pulling out method because I know you can handle it. Plus, you’ll take care of me and the baby no matter what happens.”

  He growls low in his throat, the look in his gaze possessive.

  ‘Thank you, sweetheart. You won’t regret this.”

  With that, Blake leans forward and kisses me at the table, right in front of everyone else. I should be embarrassed to be making out in public, but instead, I yield to him, parting my soft lips beneath that firm, masculine touch. After all, I’m the CEO’s woman, and he always gets what he wants, no matter the consequences.

  65

  Cindy

  A year later.

  I skip a bit while walking down the sidewalk. I’m on my way to a Broadway audition. I’ve done a c
ouple already this week, so I shouldn’t be nervous. Yet I always get nervous, as if every time is the first time. Fortunately, Blake had a kiss and some encouraging words for me when I stepped out the door.

  “You’re going to be amazing, Cindy,” he growled while cupping my face tenderly in one hand. “Knock their socks off.”

  I giggled while looking up into his deep blue eyes with adoration.

  “I will,” I said before pecking him on the lips once more. “Hopefully I get a gig soon because I haven’t gotten any since coming to New York so far! Cross your fingers that this one is the one that ruptures the curse.”

  He merely growled low in his chest while giving me a playful slap on the behind.

  “Of course you’ll get it. Break a leg, sweetheart,” he rumbled as I skipped off down the hall before pressing the button to the elevator. “You’re going to land this role.”

  I merely waved and smiled before getting into our private elevator. After all, Blake lives in the penthouse in a luxurious high end apartment building in Manhattan, and after I graduated from school, I moved in with him.

  It was a little weird at first to reveal our relationship to our friends and acquaintances, but after a while, everyone got used to it.

  “You can’t be serious,” drawled Flora when I told her the news that I was seriously dating her uncle. “It was just a random blind date. Heck, I only did it so I could get my uncle out of my hair so that I could see … what was his name again? Oh right, Lonnie.”

  I nod happily.

  “I know, but Blake and I hit it off and I owe it all to you. How did it go, by the way? Was Lonnie everything you expected?”