by Bailey West
I could have gone with the easy fix by laying her down on my bed and pleasuring her into multiple orgasms. That’s what I want to do, but she has been told what to do her whole life. She was with a man who never took the time to pleasure her and make her feel special. I want her to love herself so no one, not even me, will ever be able to get over on her again. I want to experience levels and dimensions of lovemaking with her, but I want her to know that even without me, she will be fine.
“Can I help you?” A short girl with rainbow colored hair asked. M,
“Yes,” I replied. “We are looking for the vibrators?”
I felt Olivia tighten her grip on my hand.
“Vibrators and dildos are my most favorite things in this whole store. They are my specialty. I think I have tried every single one we have in stock. Let’s narrow down the selection. Are you looking for something that only vibrates, more realistic, will it be for mutual pleasure? We have one that’s double sided with a smaller side for you,” she pointed to me. “and a larger side for her. We even have the clone-a-willy where you can use your,” she nodded to my mid-section, “to make one for her.”
“No thank you on the double-sided one and the um…clone-a-willy. This is just for her, and it’s her first one. Which one would you recommend?”
“Oh, your first one? Congratulations, you won’t regret it. Now let me see.”
She walked down the aisle looking at the large selection of plastic penises. I knew I was nice and healthy down there, but these things had me feeling a little self-conscious.
“You know what; since it’s your first one, let’s go with something that only vibrates. It will give you the stimulation you need to get you there quickly.” She pulled three different packages from the shelves. “These are the best three, but out of these three, I would go with this one.” She pointed to a red device that she removed from the package and held in her hand. “This rests in your hand like this, and you rest it directly on your…bud. It comes with rechargeable batteries.”
I didn’t know anything about these things, so I looked at Olivia to see what she thought.
“Ummm, okay. This is fine.” Olivia quietly responded.
“Great choice. Is there anything else you need? Movies, lubrication, edible underwear? Oh, what about these,” she pointed to a pair of regular looking black lace underwear. “These look like regular panties, but these have a slot to put a small vibrator that works with a wireless remote control. You can wear them,” she pointed to Olivia, “but he can control it,” she winked.
Whoa, these were a wonderful idea…
“No, I think we are good with what we have,” Olivia quickly answered.
“Follow me to the register.”
Olivia was quiet on the ride back to my house. She held onto her black bag that contained her device and looked out the window. I tried to start a conversation, but she was giving me one and two-word responses.
I pulled into one of my parking spaces and turned off the truck. I turned to look at her, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“You ready to go back and finish this terrible movie you are forcing me to watch?”
“Naw, I think I am going to head home,” she responded without looking at me.
“Olivia,” I reached for her chin to turn her face toward me. “What’s up? Talk to me.”
She looked at me and asked, “Do you like me?”
“What?” I had no idea where that question came from. I thought the level of discomfort I had just experienced helping her pick out a plastic dick proves that I like her. “My actions don’t prove that I like you?” She turned to look out of the passenger window again. “Olivia, don’t clam up on me. Let’s talk.”
She turned and faced me and said, “If a woman tells a man that she likes, that she’s never experienced an orgasm, the last thing she thinks he is going to say is let’s go get you a toy, unless, he doesn’t like her back.”
“I like you, a lot, Olivia. You have never been given space to make a relationship what you want it to be. I’m giving you that. I want you to learn you. Love you so that when it’s my turn to learn more about you and love you, it will just be icing on the cake. I would love to take hours, days, years learning your body, pleasuring you, losing myself inside of you and doing whatever it takes to make sure you are satisfied. I want to make love to you, but I’m not going to force my timing on you. I want you to set the pace and the timing, and when you tell me you are ready, I will be ready too. Is that okay?”
She rested her hand on the side of my face. “Yes, that’s more than okay.”
I leaned over and kissed her.
“Thank you for talking to me instead of going home feeling some type of way. Let’s make a promise to each other that we will always talk things out, okay?”
“Okay,” she smiled.
13
“Paxton,” I whined into the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
It had been almost a week since he had purchased me the toy and I couldn’t bring myself to use it. I don’t know if I was scared or embarrassed but I was having a hard time figuring out how not to feel weird.
“I can’t do it. I’ve tried every night. I think I have a mental block or something.”
“Are you talking about the toy?”
I hadn’t seen him yesterday or today. He was due to return tomorrow. He and the family had to take a trip to Saint Louis. He said they were going to meet with Zora’s family. He didn’t give any more details, so I didn’t question it. He did ask me if I wanted to go but I didn’t have time to take off from work yet besides it felt like a family thing. Even though they were all very welcoming and made me feel included, I didn’t want to intrude. So, I declined the invitation.
“Yes. I’ve read the instructions. I looked up the reviews on the internet, and I even looked at a video of it but I can’t.”
“You’ve been watching porn while I’ve been away?” He laughed.
“Paxton, come on, I’m serious. I think I’m broken.”
“You are not broken. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you have it out now?”
“Yes, it’s right here,” I held it up like he could see it.
“Put the phone on speaker.”
I pulled the phone from my ear and pushed the speaker button.
“Okay.”
“Undress.”
His voice had dropped at least an octave. I felt like I was listening to the Quiet Storm on the radio.
“Pax…”
“You said you trusted me,” he cut me off.
“I do.”
“Then follow my instructions.”
I stood from my bed. I pulled my camisole over my head and pulled my sleep shorts down. I stepped out of them and said, “Okay.”
“You don’t have anything on, right?”
“Right,” I responded feeling silly and turned on at the same time.
“Free your hair from the ponytail.”
I pulled the band down until my hair was free.
I heard some music begin to play in the background.
“Can you hear the music?”
“Yes, I can.”
I could hear Robin Thicke singing Sex Therapy.
“Good, lay down on your back on the bed.”
I followed his instructions and laid down.
“Touch your breasts. Don’t grab them,” he instructed. “Just take the tip of your finger and run it over your nipple. Increase the pressure until it feels good to you.”
I used my first finger and rubbed it over my right nipple following his instructions. It didn’t take much pressure for me to enjoy the sensation.
“After you find the right pressure, touch the other one. Do you like a lot of pressure or a little?”
“I like a little pressure.”
“Did they get hard when you touched them?”
“Yes,” I whispered while I closed my eyes.
“Roll your nipple
between your thumb and your first finger.”
“Ummm…” I moaned.
“Good girl. Now, move your hand slowly down your body. Enjoy the sensation of your hands caressing your skin. Take your time.” I slid my hand slowly down my stomach. “Do you feel how soft your body is?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“When you get to your mound, use one finger and slid it between your folds. Slowly…”
The first contact I had with my bud made me moan.
“Is it wet?” He breathed into the phone.
“Yes, it’s wet,” I said as my finger encountered a slick, sticky substance.
“Now get your toy and rest it right there where your finger is.”
I reached for the pink device and followed the placement instructions. I turned it on and gasped at the sensation that rocked my body.
“Oh, Paxton, this is so intense. It may be too much.”
I was frightened by the way I felt as soon as the device came on.
“Turn the vibration down some.”
I turned the button to lower the intensity of the vibration.
“Ummm…”
“How does it feel, Baby?”
“It feels good, now.”
“Enjoy it. You deserve it. Don’t stop caressing your breasts.”
I kept one hand on my breasts and the other hand on the device. “Pax, I wish you were here. I want to feel your hands on me.”
“I wish I were there too, but right now it’s all about you.”
I couldn’t hold the moans even if I wanted to. This feeling was amazing. It took a couple minutes before I felt the buildup in my stomach.
“I think it’s happening, Paxton!”
“Relax into it and let it happen.”
The growl that came from my mouth as my first orgasm rocketed my body would have frightened me if I wasn’t so gone from this feeling. It brought tears to my eyes! How have I missed out on this all this time? My body convulsed, and then everything became super sensitive. I had to quickly move the vibrator because I couldn’t take the vibration anymore. I laid still trying to get my breathing under control. I knew Paxton was still on the phone because I could still hear the music but he was silent.
“Olivia.”
I heard Paxton’s voice. I think I’d fallen asleep.
“Pax, that was amazing! I think I dozed off.”
“That can happen. It sounded amazing. I think we can safely say you are not broken.”
“I’m not,” I laughed. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.”
Paxton
I don’t know of anything as sexy and torturous as listening to Olivia pleasure herself. It was sexy because her sounds painted a beautiful image in my mind. It was pure torture because I wanted to be there with her. I wanted to be the one making her moan. I wanted to be the one caressing her body.
“Pax,” Zora said into the phone as soon as I answered it.
“What’s up Sis?”
“I was calling because I wanted to know if you would sing at our wedding?”
“Sing? Sis, you know I don’t sing anymore.”
“I know. I know, but Zeke played a recording of you singing in the studio one day when they were testing equipment. Your voice is phenomenal. Please, Pax.”
“Zora, come on. This is not something that…”
“Okay wait before you say no. What about if you and Nette sang at our ceremony tomorrow. It will just be us. I won’t use my sisterly charm to get you to sing at the public ceremony. I will save that charm for something else that I may need in the future,” she chuckled.
“I will sing for you tomorrow,” I conceded.
“Yes!” She cheered. “Zeke! He said yes!” She yelled away from the phone.
“Thank you, big bro. You know I love you, right?”
“Love you too. See you tomorrow.”
After returning from Saint Louis and meeting with Zora’s family, she accepted Zeke’s marriage proposal. They were planning a public ceremony but decided to exchange their vows before the ceremony at Roman’s house.
Olivia insisted on driving to Roman’s house for the ceremony instead of me picking her up. She said it would be out of the way for me to have to drive her all the way back home at the end of the evening. I relented and let her drive, but I was going to follow her home to ensure her safety, so it really didn’t matter.
She arrived at Roman’s house looking beautiful in a black jumpsuit with lace at the top and black pumps. She doesn’t wear pants very often, but she looks amazing in them.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” I said as I leaned down to give her a quick kiss.
“Thank you. You look handsome. Thank you for inviting me.”
We walked hand in hand into the living room where Zeke and Zora were going to exchange their vows. We had my parents and Zora’s dad on a video call so they could witness the event as well.
Zora and Zeke entered the room hand and hand. When they made it to the area where we were all standing, Roman picked up his acoustic guitar and began playing. Zanetta and I sang Spend My Life With You by Eric Benet and Tamia. I watched Olivia smile and wipe tears away through our whole performance. Nette and I only went over the song one time together, and despite both of us being a little out of practice, it went well.
After Nette and I finished our song, Zora and Zeke exchanged vows that they’d written to each other. There were a lot of tears and laughter, but we made it through the ceremony. Afterwards, we had dinner together and hung out late into the night.
“I can drive you home and then pick you up for work in the morning,” I spoke to Olivia as we were preparing to leave.
“No, baby, I’m good. I can drive.”
“Okay but I am going to follow you home.”
I couldn’t let her drive back to her neighborhood this time of night by herself. I wouldn’t be able to think straight until I knew she was safe.
“Will that make you feel better?” she asked while resting her hand on my chest.
“It would,” I took her hand from my chest and kissed it.
We said our goodbyes to the family and left. We talked on the phone while I followed behind her.
“Next time we do something like this, I am not going to take no for an answer. You can either get picked up or drop your car at my house. Either way, I’m not going to let you drive into this neighborhood at this time of the night by yourself. Can we agree on that?”
“Okay Dad,” she laughed.
“Don’t do that Olivia. You know how I feel about my family’s safety.”
“I don’t mean to tease. I understand. I will make sure to make the necessary arrangements the next time we are going to be out late like this, I promise.”
“Cool, now back to the title you just gave me…”
“What are you talking about?”
“You called me Daddy, and I really liked it.”
“I said, Dad! Not Daddy.”
“Same difference, right?”
“Whatever,” she laughed as we approached her house.
There weren’t any empty parking spaces in front of her house, so she had to park on the adjacent street. I parked further down the street and walked back to her car to open her door.
“I don’t like this spot, Olivia. You can’t see your house from here. It’s too far away. You should grab some things and follow me back to my place.”
“I’m fine. I will leave so early in the morning that the criminals will still be asleep. Besides, this street is quiet. I haven’t had any problems since I moved here.”
I reluctantly walked her to her front door. I took her key, opened the door and walked in first. She followed behind me.
“Thank you for following me home.”
“You’re welcome. It’s for your safety but more so for my peace of mind.”
I leaned down and kissed her. Since she hasn’t made any moves when it
comes to sex, I have kept my hands in safe zones when kissing her, but as soon as she gives me the word, I’m going to devour her.
I walked out her door and waited until I heard her set the locks before I left the porch. I examined my surroundings as I made my way back to my truck. It seemed quiet, so I guess she is okay, but I still don’t like her being here and so far away from me. I’d been thinking about asking her to move in with me or at least move into the unit Nette owns in the building. At least she would be close and have security. I will have to talk to her about that soon.
Olivia
Zeke and Zora’s ceremony was beautiful. I had no idea that Paxton and Nette sang as well as they did. I cried the entire ceremony. All love is great, but black love is a beautiful thing to witness and be a part of. My feelings for Paxton are getting deeper by the day. He has become my biggest cheerleader and my best friend. He wants to see me succeed and encourages my dreams and aspirations. That is something that I never experienced with Mason. Paxton’s voice and coaching helped me reach my first orgasm. Since then, plastic Paxton (I named my vibrator) and I have had so much fun! I’m ready to experience more, and I want to experience it with Paxton. He said he’s waiting for me, but I don’t know what to do. I almost agreed to go home with Paxton when he offered. Not because of safety reasons but because I am ready to throw plastic Paxton away and experience real Paxton. I am going to have to figure out my next move because he is the subject of all my fantasies. I want him, bad.
I looked around my living room one more time before I walked out the door to my car. After leaving Nette’s house last night, I arrived home too late to park in front of my house. I had to park around the corner. Paxton didn’t like the spot that I chose, but I assured him that it was fine. I didn’t have a driveway or a garage, so parking in front of my house was not always guaranteed.
I wanted to get to the office early today and get some things done before I met with Nette and the committee that was planning the fundraising gala for the Academy. I grabbed my purse and put my head and arm through the long strap essentially making it a crossbody bag. I put my tote on my arm, turned off the lights and locked my door. The sun hadn’t made its appearance yet, so it was still dark out as I headed to my car.