by Zoe Norman
My tears are flowing freely now, his words slicing through me in the best way possible. This is what I need to hear, but he also needs to hear it from me.
“I can’t thank you enough for loving me the way you do. I blame you for your past when I’ve been letting mine pull us apart. I’m not going to let that happen anymore, Owen. I promise you.”
He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. As he does, he lays us down on the mattress, cuddling against me. We are both exhausted from the emotions and physical exertions of the night, not to mention the lack of sleep. We fall asleep in each other’s arms. As Owen strokes my back, I melt into the chest of the man who has taken my heart.
A NUMBER OF WEEKS ago, Olivia asked if it would be alright to have a few ladies over to the apartment. Without hesitation, I said that of course it would be okay. The apartment was ours now, and if she wanted to have friends over, great! I’m a big encourager of us having activities separate of each other. It keeps things fresh and gives us more to talk about at the end of the day.
I worked overnight, and before I laid down for a nap this morning, Olivia told me she would do her best to be quiet while she cleaned the apartment. Hours later, I wake up with a yawn and make my way down the hall in my black boxer briefs to see what Olivia is up to. She has folding chairs I didn’t know we had lining one wall. The coffee table that usually holds my subscriptions to Sports Illustrated and Cigar Aficionado are gone, leaving a bare table that’s up against the fireplace. My large, leather chair is stuffed into a corner, and I find Olivia pushing with all her might against the sofa. The sofa is winning. Olivia’s feet cannot get traction and she looks like she’s walking in place.
“Oh good. Get on the other side and help me, would you?” Olivia huffs with a hint of frustration in her voice.
“Hello to you too,” I say in response. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making room for my guests! Isn’t it obvious?” she says, exasperated.
Together, we push the couch against the wall, opposite the window wall with the folding chairs. Once the couch is moved, the living room is open and spacious, leaving a lot of room for people to mingle.
“How many women are you expecting tonight?”
“Umm…last count was fifteen, I think,” Olivia replies, surveying the room with a hand on her hip and not even looking at me.
“Fifteen?! Do you have fifteen friends?”
“Thanks, Owen…”
“Okay, that came out wrong...” I try to correct myself.
“Some are friends of friends. I encouraged my girlfriends to bring someone along for the party.”
“Obviously, this is a little more than a couple of girls coming over for cocktails and gossiping. What’s going on?”
The intercom rings and I turn with a start.
“That would be the caterer. Would you let them up please?” Olivia calls out to me as she makes her way into the kitchen.
“A caterer?” I’m really lost now. She’s having a party?
The intercom sounds off again.
“Owen? The caterer? Please?” Olivia yells from the kitchen.
I do as I’m asked and let the caterers in. Shortly thereafter, two men walk into the apartment carrying platters of finger foods, fruits and vegetables, and pink pastry boxes. One eyes me up and down and smiles, his eyes settling on my bare chest and boxers. Just as I’m closing the door behind the last guy, another man kicks the door with his toe. I promptly open the door back up and step aside for the man carrying a box of wine bottles.
While Olivia meticulously goes over the invoice with the caterers, I scurry into the bedroom and put on a pair of navy cotton shorts and a white T-shirt. When I walk out of the room, I see Olivia signing the proffered invoice, and with that, the men promptly leave.
As Olivia places the fruit and vegetable trays inside our large sub-zero fridge, I peek into the pink boxes tempting me on the kitchen counter. I open the lid and am so startled that I take a step back.
“What the hell, Liv?!” I reach inside the box and pull out a cupcake with a penis made of icing on it. Others inside have little boobies on them.
“Put that back, Owen,” Olivia scolds, seeing me eye the penis-covered cupcake.
“Just what kind of party are you having?”
“It’s a Passion Party,” she states with no further explanation.
“Explain,” I say, propping myself against the counter, cupcake in hand.
“It’s a sex toy party, Owen,” Olivia clarifies as she closes the fridge door. She moves to stand in front of me, much more relaxed now that the food is here. She places a hand on my hip and slips the other hand under my T-shirt and up my chest. “A woman is coming to show us various sex toys and lubes and lotions …” Her voice drops off as she leans into me.
I put the cupcake down on the counter behind me and wrap my arms around her. “Sex toy party, huh? How is this the first time I’m hearing about this shindig?”
Olivia shrugs her shoulders and holds me tighter. These moments of intimacy are what I crave.
“So, what kind of toys are we talking?” I ask. “Vibrators?”
“Mmhmm,” she hums.
“Handcuffs?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Dildos?” I whisper.
“Large, gigantic ones,” Olivia grins.
“I see. And…do you need any of those things?” I’m not insecure about myself, but if I’m not satisfying my lady, I sure as hell want to know about it and fix that.
“No! I don’t need them, but do I want something? Sure! Why not?” She looks up and smiles at me. “You keep me completely and utterly satisfied, Owen. You keep me breathless and craving you constantly, but sometimes, I want a little something…extra… Something to play with.” Olivia rises on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss on my chin.
I lean down and catch her lips, giving her a soft kiss. “You’ve made me very happy…and very hard with all this sex talk. How ‘bout we go take care of that …” I say as I bend down and grab handfuls of her ass.
“Oh my! Well, as much as I would love to reassure you that you satisfy me in every way imaginable, I really need to get the rest of this stuff done and get myself ready,” she pouts, sticking out her bottom lip.
I tilt my head, capture her pouting lip between my teeth, and suck. Groaning into her mouth, I press her lower back so she's flush against my growing erection.
“Mmm...you’re making it very difficult for me to say no to you right now.”
“Let me help you relax. Then...you can get ready…and I promise...to get out...of your hair,” I add between kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
One hour and two orgasms later, I watch Olivia as she towel-dries her hair. A white towel covers her body, and I really wish it weren’t.
“What time can I come home tonight?” I ask.
Tanner and I have a guys’ night out planned. It’s really a poker game at a buddy’s house—quite the departure from a year ago when I would have been out looking for a piece of tail. Now that Tanner and I are in relationships, we need to find a different way of having our fun. I’m okay with that. My reward is Olivia. She’s all I need, and tonight, she comes with toys.
“How long is the game going to last?” Olivia asks, finally removing the towel and putting on matching black lace lingerie.
Whoa.
“Owen?” Olivia asks, looking at me, clearly annoyed.
“Hmmm...? What was that?” I get up from the bed and walk to the closet to watch her dress. I’m transfixed.
Olivia rolls her eyes and walks into the closet to find her outfit for the night. “What time will the game end?"
I can't take my eyes off her as she stretches to look at the clothes on their hangers. I want to run my tongue down her body, even despite having just fucked her senseless against the wall of our bedroom. "Uh...I don't know. Eleven?" I really don't know. Although knowing what this party is going to be about, I should probably make sure I don't come home before it
's over. No sense in embarrassing myself tonight. "Is that all right?"
She pulls a short skirt down from its hanger and starts to slide it up her legs, fastening the zipper to the side. She is now in nothing but a short skirt and her black lace bra. This is not improving the semi growing in my boxers.
I GLANCE OVER AT Owen, who is leaning against the doorframe, watching me dress, and sporting a less-than conspicuous woody. Jesus, the man is insatiable.
I giggle. "Seriously, Owen? Put that thing away! You're dangerous!"
He eyes his growing erection and looks back up at me, a huge grin on his face. "Stop looking so fuckable and I'll see what I can do. But when he sees you like this, he can't help himself."
I shake my head. "Eleven should be fine. All the ‘good stuff’ should be done by then," I say, using air quotes.
I find the fitted, short-sleeved sweater I want to wear with this skirt and pull it over my head, smoothing it over my body and releasing my long hair out from the collar. Then I hear Owen grunt. When I look over at him, he is massaging his erection through his boxers, a look of pain on his face.
"Come on, baby. Just another little quick one? Please? You're making my dick ache." He's whining. Whining!
"Owen, are you crazy? I just got out of the shower and you just had me less than an hour ago!" I can't help but smile at him.
He looks pained. Men are really unbelievable. Do I want to go there? If I get him started, he might not stop. I might not stop. And then my guests will arrive and I'll either be all disheveled or smell like sex. No amount of perfume covers that scent.
He saunters over to me and, leaning down, runs his hands from my knees up the backs of my thighs until he's cupping my ass. He licks from my collar bone to my ear, where he whispers, "Please, baby. Anything. Even just let me touch that sweet pussy of yours. I can't help how beautiful you look. I can't help how much you turn me on."
I sigh. How do I say no to this man? His face comes to rest in front of me, eyes locking with mine, hooded and full of desire. As he leans forward he places a chaste kiss to my lips, but then it becomes harder, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. As I start to kiss him back, my hands ride up his muscular arms to wrap around his neck.
"Mouth...only..." I whisper against his mouth.
He groans and suddenly drops to his knees.
I instinctively set my hand out to hold me steady against the wall of the closet. He runs his hand up my skirt and pulls my panties down.
"I won't leave you squirming in wet panties all night, baby," he says with a smirk.
When he gets them off, he places his hand behind the knee of one leg and lift it so it’s lying over his shoulder, opening me to him. Then he pushes my skirt up, and without thinking, I grab the hem, holding it up for him. I’m already panting. He moans as he brings his lips to my core and I join him when I feel the tip of his tongue move up and down, collecting the wetness that has already formed there. Then he circles my clit, strong and powerful, slipping it back down and eventually inside me, eliciting a growl from my throat.
"Ah..." I breathe out.
He feels so good. Who needs sex toys when you live with the human version?
He moans into me, causing vibrations against my clit. "Goddamn, you're so fucking sweet. I could do this all day, you perfect, perfect, beautiful girl."
He adds a finger, knowing that I'm feeling pressed for time. My hand finds his hair as he slips a second finger in, and I tug. He groans in response.
"Owen...shit...I'm gonna come," I squeak out as he furiously pumps his fingers into me and sucks on my clit, pressing his tongue against me.
"Good. Come for me, baby. Come in my mouth."
With his words, I explode and grab his hair with viselike strength, coming loudly. He’s so enthusiastic that he is slurping, continuing to lick and suck at me until I come down. He drops two kisses on me, one on my clit and the other on my inner thigh, before slowly placing my foot back on the floor. He stands but, unlike his usual habit, doesn't move to kiss me as I have freshly applied makeup on.
As I lean myself against the wall of the closet, trying to regain my breath, Owen silently walks out of the closet. I have no idea where he’s going until I hear the water running in our en suite bathroom. Ahh, I understand. I grin as he walks back into the closet wiping his face with a wet cloth and then bringing it between my legs to wipe up his mess. He was a little sloppy this time.
"Thank you," I whisper.
He grabs my thong and slides it back up my legs, smoothing my skirt over me. "Thank me? Thank you! I'll have lots of things to daydream about tonight while I'm playing poker. I'll probably lose some money thinking about that little episode." He laughs.
I giggle.
"I love you, baby. Don't forget that," he says softly, quietly, meaningfully, and punctuating it with a brief kiss.
I reach up and stroke his cheek. "I love you too, Owen. Don't you forget that."
He smiles his sexy smile and turns, letting me put my heels on.
Two hours later, the party is in full swing. Our living room has been transformed into a porn shop. Dildos, vibrators, lubes, and tawdry films are displayed everywhere. The saleswoman, Marni, set up shop in our bedroom to take discreet orders when the presentation has ended.
As the crowd starts to settle in the seats I’ve put out, everyone with a little plate of the hors d'oeuvres I had the caterer bring, Marni starts to prepare her presentation.
“Okay, ladies, how are we all doing tonight?”
The ladies in the room give hoots and hollers. Marni is fun. I met her through one of the girlfriends of Owen’s colleagues and have been excited about tonight for weeks.
“Well, we’re here tonight to have some fun and go home with some goodies! I’m going to go through some of the samples I brought with me, and later, we will convene one by one in Olivia’s bedroom to do the sales portion of the night.”
“I hope she changed the sheets!” one of the women from the firehouse chimes in to the delight of the other women. The girlfriends of the other guys in the firehouse have really become my friends since the beach party. I’ve enjoyed getting to know them, often meeting them for coffee or lunch.
Marni takes some lingerie sets and sends them around the room so the girls can get a feel of the material, the cut, and the sizes. She talks about having some of them ready to sell tonight, and many of the ladies crack jokes about giving their husbands or boyfriends a heart attack when they come home with a gift they can use tonight. As if on cue, Marni brings out some vibrators and lets us know that she has a couple of those too for immediate sale. Part of me is tempted to buy something I can use tonight, but I’m good with waiting and letting the other women benefit from what Marni has brought with her.
As the night wears on, I enjoy spending time with my girlfriends and meeting the friends they brought along. Some of the girls feel a little self-conscious about what’s being sold tonight, but overall, everyone is having a great time.
Marni announces that it’s time for her to head off to our bedroom and start the purchasing proceedings. The women line up to meet with her, and I’m delighted that most everyone is buying something. The more people buy, the more money I make to use on myself. Although, truth be told, I have only found a handful of things I think are worth purchasing. When you have such an abundant and varied sex life, it’s hard to feel like you need to add to that.
It’s finally my turn, so I make my way in to meet with Marni. She thanks me for the party and gives me a general idea of what I’m looking at in gift credit. I flip through the catalog and pick out a small but powerful vibrator, a bottle of lube that tastes like Pina colada, and a cute, little baby-doll lingerie set I know Owen will like. We really don’t need the vibrator, but it’s free and I’m always up for new things.
The women are huddled in groups around the apartment. Some have moved out to the deck, all of them enjoying the fantastic food from the caterer and the array of wine being served. There are far more w
omen than I expected, but that’s okay. We all fit comfortably and everyone is having a good time.
I’m setting up the sexy cupcakes I ordered in the kitchen when I overhear a conversation behind me. Three women, two I don't recognize and one I know from work, are talking about bachelorette parties. Apparently, one of the three is engaged.
"I want to do a Jack and Jill like Terri did. It was so much fun! And when everyone gets a little drunk, funny things can happen when the guys are around."
"Funny things like what?!" her friend asks excitedly.
"Well, for starters, this one girl brought some guy she just started dating, and he did a strip tease for the girls. It was fantastic. He was hotter than hell. They broke up like literally two days later, but I was glad she brought him!"
They laugh out loud.
"What? Are you kidding? What about the other guys at the party?" I ask, butting in rudely but very curious to know.
The girl turns and smiles at me, gesturing for me to come join the conversation. "One other guy joined in, but all eyes were on Owen!" she squeals.
My stomach drops. Oh Jesus.
"I even have a video on my phone. It's from ages ago, years even, but it was so damn good I kept the video." She continues to offer details of the night, including what the mystery dancer looks like, all to the delight of the other two women. I have a sinking feeling that I know who "Owen" is.
She pulls out her phone, and after a minute of scrolling, she announces, "Ah! Here it is!" Then she starts the video, which is a little grainy and jerky, and shows it to the three of us assembled around her.
