The V Whisperer

by Deborrah Girard

  “And you, my friend, have the perfect...” “Careful.” He laughed. “Why? I’d love to give you a swollen head.” It was her turn to laugh and when she threw her

  head back, she felt his warm mouth fasten onto her neck.

  Abbey straightened and ran her hands over his body. Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his trousers. Next her hands smoothed their way down to the waistline of his pants and began undoing his zipper, gradually exposing the wide elastic of his under shorts. Stopping momentarily, she pressed her palm against the large cock rising. “Sponge Bob under-shorts?” “A gift from my niece. Aren’t they cute?” Laughter rolled in this throat. “Very cute. I like them.”

  With careful ease she pulled the zipper all the way down then pushed his pants down to his ankles. Her face was very close to his crotch as she bent to get them off his feet. “Looky what I found.”

  Rick took a healthy swig of beer then looked down at her to see what she was going to do. He knew her pussy was hot and observed how she squirmed restlessly. As the pants came off his feet, Rick put one arm casually around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, one hand wrapping around her left tit. It swelled in his palm and he saw her eyes close as she swayed with longing. “I found something too.”

  Slowly Abbey dropped to her knees, her body still swaying sexily from side to side and her hands ran over Rick’s legs to his hips. With an abrupt movement, the shorts ripped off and flew across the floor. Abbey began running her lips teasingly over the yielding stomach and smiled when his dick bounced to nudge her chin.

  “Christ, Abbey! You’re full of surprises.”

  “Good ones?”

  “Absolutely.” Her warm breath was nearly his undoing.

  “Everybody likes surprises.”

  “Uhmm! I like your surprises, Abbey.”

  “I’m glad. There’s a lot more where this one came from.”

  “I’m happy you told me because that’s a definite prerequisite for a vagina whisperer’s girlfriend.”

  Abbey felt her heart swell from his declarations. It was music to her ears. There was nothing she wanted more. “As much as a vagina?” She laughed.

  “As much as a vagina.” He reiterated and exhaled at the same time as the eye of his dick swung to follow the moist sweetness of her warm breath.

  Her head arched, allowing the dick a small victory. She stuck out he tongue and wet the tip as it bobbed diligently in front of her. At his moan she knew she couldn’t torture him any longer. “Persistent, isn’t it?”

  Her hand steadied the organ then pulled it into her mouth. No need to tease him any more, the man’s launch sequence had activated several minutes before She sucked hard, her hand jerking the stretched skin, assisting the process.

  Ah! To be his woman! Her mind kept coming back to that. She wanted to be tied to him or his magic house forever without any option of escape. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he turned his attentions elsewhere. She remembered clearly how he’d licked and fucked her into a confident state. He was so experienced, so patient. She remembered screaming out uncontrolled ecstasy as the flaming currents of passion raced through her body. She dreamed about them over and over.

  Jesus! She was only human and rapidly learning what it meant to become his woman. And what it meant to please him...and herself. Yet he was so easy to please. A great guy. How is it that he managed to escape wedlock all these years? Granted, he’d said many of the women that crossed his path were transient, but surely there had to be one or two that tempted him to take a chance. Or perhaps he had taken a chance a few times, got burned and made up his rule. He had mentioned something about that. Again, he hadn’t elaborated. He seemed to enjoy keeping her guessing, in suspense. Some men enjoyed that. She couldn’t put her finger on him and he seemed to enjoy that. It was all part of a big fucking game. One she was quickly learning how to play.

  When the last of Rick’s droplets squeezed out of him, Abbey propped herself on the table, allowing him to pull her jeans off of her. He had no trouble. They slid off as if they’d been buttered.

  There was no teasing. Rick knew it and Abbey wouldn’t allow it. He needed to go straight to business, which he did. Smart man. The nub of her core was ready and waiting for him.

  When Abbey felt his first hot breath waft toward it, she tumbled into the rolling chant of orgasm She couldn’t stop herself. “Christ! I needed that.” “So I see. C’mon, follow me to the bedroom.” Rick pulled her up and down the hall.

  Much later when Abbey got up to splash water on her face before getting ready to go home, she noticed airline tickets on his dresser. “Are you going away?” She hesitated asking. If his hairbrush had been in the bathroom instead of on his dresser, she wouldn’t even have noticed.

  “I was planning on it. Oh, hell! Here, have a look.” He shoved the envelopes in her hand. “I wanted it to be a surprise. It’s your birthday soon, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, it is. How did you know?” She was flabbergasted.

  “Mandy told me.”

  “You didn’t have to get me anything, silly.” Secretly she was ecstatic. My God! He knew when her birthday was and got her a gift to boot. It didn’t get better than this.

  “I know I didn’t. I wanted to.”

  “Rick. These are tickets to...Africa!”

  “Yes. Clear your schedule. We’re on our way in a couple of weeks. Happy Birthday, Abbey. I hope this trip is everything you dreamed of. Oh, and we’ll be stopping in Italy first.”

  “Fuck, Rick,” she began as tears welled in her eyes, “this is definitely love.”

  *****

  Abbey’s alarm shrilled. She clamped it with her hand and rolled over. There was no need to hurry. The keys to the building exchanged hands at noon. All she had to do this morning was go down to ‘Night Essentials’ and pick up a couple of things.

  An extra snooze wouldn’t hurt. She stretched and thought about what lay ahead on this memorable day. What exactly did lay ahead? She wasn’t sure. No one could be. Still she had no idea what to say, how it may come off, or even is she had the balls to go through with it. Abbey just didn’t know. What she did know was that keeping her emotions in check was number one. She couldn’t let herself drop into that emotional pit and expect to rationally solve any problems. Nothing worked that way.

  She relied on her instincts and planned on using them today. They hadn’t let her down yet and she had learned to fine-tune its signals. She couldn’t have gotten this far in her life without them.

  What about Adam? How was he feeling? Was he feeling anything at all? Did he have any remorse, regrets? Had he even given her a second thought? She didn’t know. Likely his whole demeanor when she walks in will tell the tale. At one time she could read him, but like anything else, time had a way of screwing with that.

  Finally she knuckled her eyes open. She had to get up eventually and knew it would take longer than usual to get ready today. What does one wear for a meeting like this? Settling on a pair of beige, pin stripe pants and white spandex shirt, she dug in the closet for a comfortable pair of shoes. She fished out her new sandals. They’re an early birthday gift to herself. “Happy Birthday, girl!” She mouthed to her reflection in the mirror. “What a day it’s going to be.”

  It was nearly ten thirty when she walked into ‘Night Essentials.’ “Hi, Gladys.” “Abbey! There you are. I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” “I’m good. Been busy with work and I guess you heard about all the excitement going on down

  there. Never a dull moment.” “With Lorny’s death then the sale of the club, it must be chaos in the place.” “That would be putting it mildly.” “What can I do for you today?” Gladys stood up off her stool behind the cash counter and came

  around to join Abbey.

  “I need a couple more outfits and some panties.” She noticed Gladys had changed her hair style and color. The girl’s hair was much shorter and blue. Her fingers and toe nails a matching shade. Her skirt was a
denim micro-mini, paired with a red tube-top. When she bent down to get something from the bottom shelf, Abbey saw the lacy red waistband of her thong peeking our from the top of her skirt.

  “This box of panties are all mediums. There’s more great new funky colors I think you’ll like. You can go through these while I pick out a couple of outfits for you.” “Great. Thanks, Gladys.” Abbey rummaged through the large box and found several pairs she

  liked. “If you can’t find anything, I have several more boxes of mediums you can look through.” “No. This is fine. I found all I need for now.” “Okay. Here, I put these together for you. Just slip in the back room and try them on.” She

  handed Abbey the outfits. “Thanks.” Abbey walked into the cubical, set down her purse and hung up the outfits before pulling off her shirt. She folded her slacks and hung them over the back of a chair. “Whoa! Gladys,

  this leopard skin number is really cute.”

  “I saved that one for you. Hurry, try it on I’m dying to see it on you.”

  What there was of the outfit fit like a second skin. Abbey was adjusting it when Gladys joined her in the cubicle. “It’s tight.”

  “No. Here, let me do that for you. This should come down further on the shoulders. And this top has the option to expose the nipples. There’s velcro here holding these circles in place. “See.” She pulled them open exposing Abbey’s dark pink nipples. Her fingers circled the peaks, encouraging them to stand out.

  Abbey felt them swell involuntarily. She saw herself in the mirror and didn’t instantly recognize the reflection. She watched Gladys’s hands and was mesmerized by the steady rotation. She wanted to move but didn’t.

  “There’s also velcro in the crotch.”

  Abbey watched the girl’s hands move downward and snap open her crotch and saw how her full lips filled the open space. When she felt Gladys’s fingers rub her slit, she closed her eyes. “Gladys, what are you doing?” She felt her chest rise and fall with every breath. “Nothing you don’t want.” She forced her fingers deeper and triumphed at Abbey’s response. “Oh! You think I want this?” The negative words barely made it out of her mouth. What she really wanted to do was fall on her back and let the magic begin. But really...Gladys? “I know you do. I’m an expert in body language.” Kneeling in front of Abbey, she purposely blew air on her cunt and watched it strain towards the source.

  Abbey saw it too. Again with the damn mirrors! A greater power was making sure she and anyone else who cared to know, that she was a sexual being, that loved sex and everything it entailed. Her knees weakened. She felt shaky and excited at the same time. After all, this was the newer part of sex she still didn’t have experience with. Her hands covered her boobs trying to still her chest from heaving. “Gladys, I’m not sure about this.”

  “Why don’t you join me on the floor. C’mon. Don’t be shy.”

  Abbey felt her body begin to fold and slither downward. It took on a life of its own. A life she didn’t know existed in herself. This was a year of coming into herself and apparently she wasn’t done yet. “I feel awkward.”

  “Don’t, relax. This is perfectly normal and natural. Why don’t you tell me about yourself while I give you a toe-fuck.”

  “A toe-fuck? I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Her heart raced, pounded in her chest like a sledge- hammer.

  “Where are you from, Abbey?” She laughed at her new friend’s serious look.

  “A small town in Michigan.” Her eyes followed the woman’s every movement. A fascination or shear curiosity impelled her to go on. She watched Gladys begin to make love to her feet. Against her unvoiced hesitation, she felt the palms massage and didn’t slow until her feet warmed from the friction. It felt wonderful.

  Her playful tongue tickled the sole of one foot and then the other, clutching her legs to forestall any effort of escape. “I’m very ticklish. I can hardly bare it. Where...are you from, Gladys?”

  “Born and raised New Yorker. Opened this little shop about five years ago and never looked back.”

  “It sounds like you’ve got it all together.”

  “I do. I love my life. I’m very happy.” With her strong hands she milked the toes, knowing her technique uncurled knots of resistance, fatigue and bad usage. One by one she took a toe into her mouth and sucked on them like tiny cocks. She cradled them on her bare lap, nestled them against her stomach, caressing as they talked.

  Gladys moved, bringing forward her bare feet. Slowly she wiggled her right foot up Abbey’s leg into her pubic area. “A great toe-fuck isn’t only fun, it’s therapeutic.”

  “This is very interesting.” Reluctantly she complied and gradually became comfortable with the situation. She was amazed how little time it took Gladys to masturbate her to orgasm with her big toe. Through the euphoria of a challenge, as much as by titillation, she came quickly.

  “I have a thing about feet. Yours are beautiful, Abbey.”

  “Thank you.” She laughed and threw her head back.

  Gladys sprang forward allowing herself access to Abbey’s crotch. With gentle precision she parted the lips and swooped to take the entire artichoke of clitoris into her mouth. “Very nice, Abbey.”

  For one moment Abbey’s intake of breath was sharp but once she realized Gladys planned to suck her, she melted like ice cream on an open fire. The tongue pulsed with a flaming persistence that drowned her in a sensual response. The sucking was tenacious, unyielding and to the point. It was crazy but it was very different then anything she’d experienced. Rick was right. It was amazing.

  As good as it is to receive, the giving was just as mind-blowing. Abbey gave as good as she got. Gladys screamed as she came, marking her release a powerful display of pleasure. Abbey was happy about that. She wasn’t sure she could pull it off. “That was unbelievable, Gladys. I never would have imagined anything like this.” Abbey was still breathless.

  “Now that you know, don’t be a stranger. You have a great body and a great personality, Abbey. Putting it out there is a must.” Abbey laughed. “I’ll try to remember that, Gladys. I hate to rush, but I really have to go. I have a very important meeting shortly.”

  It was nearly one o’clock by the time she left the store, her new friend waving, inviting her back soon. Abbey waived back then turned and trudged towards a whole new installment in her life. This one she really wasn’t looking forward to.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Abbey walked to the cafe a few doors down and ordered a large double, double coffee. She sat in a two- seat booth and regrouped. The caffeine added to her high. She felt like she’d experienced her pleasure for the first time all over again. What a rush. At first glance, Gladys appeared rough around the edges. The heavy makeup and wild colored hair altered a person’s first impression. Realistically, she was no different than anybody else. She was sweet and thoughtful, with the same insecurities and appetite as herself. She’d learned something from Gladys today. Never to let her unconfident opinions and bias overshadow her common sense. It was a good axiom to live by.

  When she trusted herself to move on, she visited the ladies room, washed her hands then applied more lipstick. It was time for round two in this day in the life of Abbey Fuller. She smiled, liking her new perky reflection then tossed the napkin in the trash bin.

  Abbey took her time walking to the club. Loud horns, yelling and a horrible traffic accident held her attention for a few minutes. Once the police arrived she turned away and headed for the club. It was visible from where she was. She’d seen it hundreds of times from this perspective, but today the facade looked ominous. Like it was waiting for her with a big, fat trap set. All of s sudden she felt like a stupid little mouse. She didn’t have to do this, she told herself over and over again. This was her decision, her call to make. She could turn around and run and never look back. No. The old Abbey may have done so, but not this new and improved Abbey. She was going to face her panic and be rid of it once and for all. She’d promised Rick. Truthfully, she was
n’t only doing this for Rick, she was doing it for herself.

  Her hand hesitated only for a moment on the door handle. Sucking it up, she pulled it open and walked in. At first glance everything looked normal. The transition of power looked to have transpired smoothly. It was business as usual.

  “Hi, Abbey. Are you working today?”

  “No, Sandy. I’m just here for a few minutes. Are the owners in the office?”

  “I think so. Go on through and see for yourself.”

  “Thanks. I will.”

  The office door was shut. Voices could be heard inside. Abbey took a deep breath then knocked on the door. Someone bid her to enter. “Hello, Adam...Jeromy.”

  “Abbey!” Adam rose and came round the desk to embrace her. “Jesus! You look fantastic. I’ve been worried to death about you.”

  “Really?”

  “I have too, Abbey.” Jeromy rose and stood behind Adam “We’re glad to finally find you.”

  “So, you knew I was here?”

  “We haven’t known that long. Just since our interest in this club. Damn it, little girl, why didn’t you call or write. You knew I’d be worried as hell about you.”

  “I don’t remember your concern running that deep.”

  “C’mon, Abbey. Be fair.” His voice low, his demeanor collected.

  “What about you, Jeromy? What do you think about all this?” Her eyes took in the open mouths and wide eyes. The duo looked much older. Long and prominent age lines marked both their faces. The skin was pale yellowish, likely due to a hard and fast lifestyle filled with liquor and cigarettes and god knows what else.

  “Not much. Except, I was a drunken idiot. I apologize from the bottom of my heart. If I’d been even semi-conscious, I’d have punched out Adam. I swear.”

  Adam spun her around. “I don’t know what else to tell you. I thought about this moment for a long time. I couldn’t put the words together then just as I can’t now.” He rubbed his forehead. “I’m glad you’re all right. I’m...sorry, Abbey.”