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by M T Stone

  “You were convenient,” she says rather coldly. “Once she fleeced you, she would’ve moved on to the next one.”

  “That’s why she was pushing for a lump sum settlement,” Rex gasps. “She had no intention of raising the child.”

  “Jessica would be a horrible mother, even worse than my sister,” Cindy scoffs, becoming more perturbed by the minute. “I’m going to give her a call when I leave here. She’s going to need someone to talk to.”

  “She’s lucky to have you,” Rex says, reaching out and putting an arm around her. “You helped me through some pretty rough times.”

  “Jessica is going to be a true test of my abilities, I’m afraid,” she says with a sigh. “Well, I fly out at six,” she adds, looking down at her watch. “I’d better catch a cab.”

  “Good luck,” Rex says, giving her a full-fledged hug.

  “Same to you,” Cindy replies, her eyes scanning the booth. “How much do you charge for one of these?” she asks, picking up a box.

  “One twenty,” he says with a wink. “But you go ahead and take a complimentary one,” he adds, causing a flush in her cheeks. “I know you always liked me, but Mom would’ve killed us both.”

  “You’re hilarious, but yes, your mother terrifies me,” she replies with a giggle. “Thank you. It looks fabulous. I’ll be sure to go online and write a review for you.” She grins and kisses him on the cheek.

  “Take care, Cindy, and good luck.” A reminiscent smile rests on his lips as he watches her walk away.

  “Thanks for introducing me,” I say, pulling him out the trance.

  “I’m so sorry,” he says with a cringe. “I was just so shocked to see her and there was so much to talk about.”

  “It’s fine. I’m just teasing,” I assure him. “She seems to be very special to you.”

  “I was always way closer to her than my own mother,” he says, explaining his feelings. “She was always so easy to talk with. She actually listened.”

  “So she was really your second mother,” I say as he nods in agreement. “And you gave her a clone of your cock, which she fully intends to use.” It takes every ounce of strength not to burst out laughing.

  “I knew it!” he says. “I just knew you were going there. Grab the iPad and make sure the Square app is working. The doors open in fifteen minutes,” he says, turning the conversation on a dime. “She always had a thing for me,” he mutters while looking over my shoulder at the iPad. “Believe it or not, she was hot ten years ago.”

  “She’s still hot,” I counter. “She’s in great shape for someone her age. How old is she, anyway?”

  “Fifty-seven,” he replies without hesitation. “She’s twenty-five years older than me. I spent plenty of time trying to justify the math as a teenager. I could never justify it in my head.”

  “Neither could she,” I add, patting him on the shoulder. “Otherwise she would’ve gone after you in spite of being afraid of your mother.”

  “I know. That’s why I gave her the next best thing,” he says with a boyish grin. “I’m officially off the market.”

  As people begin filtering into the show, our booth is one of the first to become busy. The words off the market keep echoing in the back of my mind and make me smile each time. There is nothing I want more than to be in a secure, loving relationship with someone who actually cares about me. I watch him interacting with the women who are coming up to the booth. He is a master flirt, but it’s paying off in a big way. He’s charming their panties off and I’m staying busy swiping their credit cards. We’ll definitely be out of these things long before Sunday.

  Chapter 20

  Rex

  The first night of the show went better than I could’ve imagined, except by the end of the night, something was obviously bothering Felicia. She said she wasn’t feeling good, so Sally took over for her and she went back to the room early. I feel a pit in my gut as I’m walking back to the hotel a few hours later. The women who visited our booth were treating me like some sort of a celebrity, so I know that was part of the issue. I could see it all over her face.

  “Hi sweetie,” I say, walking over the the bed where she is resting. “I’m sorry if I got carried away, but being a little flirty is just part of good salesmanship in this business.” I sit down on the bed and run my fingers through her hair. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” I assure her, but with my past, she’s bound to have a few insecurities. Even if they are totally off-base.

  “I know. It’s not that,” she whispers back, avoiding eye contact.

  “What is it then? Are you actually sick?”

  She sucks her top lip between her teeth and pauses for a moment. “It’s the way you look at certain women,” she explains, just above a whisper. “I kind of thought that look was reserved for me. It’s the one that always makes me melt inside. When I saw it on your face tonight, it felt like being stabbed right through the heart.”

  “Oh, my God, are you serious?” I ask, totally unaware of the look she is talking about. “What’s the look?”

  “I don’t know. It’s kind of animalistic and sensual at the same time . . . like you want to ravish me,” she elaborates with sorrowful eyes. “I expected you to be a flirt at this thing, but I wasn’t prepared for that. I understand. There are a lot of gorgeous women here. Southern California is ridiculously loaded with them.” Her voice cracks, and she turns away, rolling onto her side.

  “Hey, I’m sorry. If I do have a look like that, it should be reserved only for you. I didn’t realize I was throwing it around carelessly tonight.” I lean down and kiss her on the side of her cheek. “I can assure you that you’re the only one I want to ravish. Besides, the reason I adore you is because you’re different from them. You’re a real, genuinely good person, and those aren’t easy to find no matter where you are. You’re gorgeous, funny, incredible in bed, and most of all, I feel like I can trust you. I’ve never trusted anyone this way.”

  After a couple of seconds of hesitation, she turns back toward me. “You really think I’m good in bed?”

  “You’re awesome.” I chuckle at the fact that she singled out that one item in my little speech. “How can I make it up to you?” I kiss her softly on the lips, lingering for an answer.

  “There’s only one way you can make it up to me,” she says with a sly grin. Here it comes. I know exactly what she is going to say. “I stopped by the Toys for Boys booth on my way out and bought a smaller prostate massager called Felix.”

  “I knew you weren’t going to let that go. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with one of those things.” I feel my rectum clamping up just from the thought of it.

  “We’re at Sexapalooza. I’ve been living way the hell outside my comfort zone since the day we met, and now it’s time for you to walk the talk,” she says with conviction.

  “Okay, but I need a shower first,” I reply since it’s been a long day. “I want to be clean as a whistle before anything goes on back there.”

  Even though I’ve always been a bit curious, I’ve always shied away from those types of toys. I remember my grandfather spending twenty minutes in the bathroom just to take a piss, and now my father is headed down the same path. I quickly do a Google search on my phone to see if prostate massagers are safe. The first two articles I scan through are both extolling all of the benefits, so it doesn’t look like I’m going to find an easy way out. I guess I just need to clean up and step outside my comfort zone like Felicia said. She’s been a real trooper, so the least I can do is reciprocate.

  By the time I’m done showering, I’m actually starting to anticipate a new experience. I think Felicia is a bit surprised by the relatively limited scope of experiences I’ve had in the past. The fact that I had never had sex without a condom literally blew her mind, but this is the first time that I’m with someone whom I feel comfortable enough for that. I also trust that she is indeed on birth control, something I wouldn’t take at face value with many of my clients. They always ex
pected me to use condoms, so I did without exception. Back in college, my girlfriend was convinced that birth control pills would make her fat, so we relied solely on condoms. I have to admit, though, that I’m enjoying sex much more without them.

  “Okay, I’m ready for you to have your way with me,” I tell her as I hop onto the bed. “Just be gentle.” I give her my best puppy dog eyes and try to get comfortable on my back.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go slowly and use plenty of coconut oil.” She has a mischievous look in her eyes as she begins kissing her way down the center of my chest. I’m rock hard by the time she reaches my balls, but she barely grazes my shaft on the way down. I can’t help groaning as her hot tongue dances lightly between the boys, sending a pulse of sensations up the center of my body.

  “That feels incredible, baby.” I moan, not wanting her to change a thing. I’m getting harder by the minute as she continues to linger, completely avoiding my begging shaft. “You’re such a good tease.” The thought of her being boring in bed flashes through my mind and nearly causes me to laugh. Just when I think things can’t get any more sensual, I hear her removing the cover to the coconut oil. I take a deep breath and spread my legs a bit wider.

  “You’re such a good boy.” She giggles as she places the object against me while continuing to focus on my balls with her tongue. The subtle turning motion she’s using combined with her teasing tongue sends another wave of sensations through me. She pulls the toy back, putting more oil on it before slipping the tip inside me while continuing to kiss and tease me with her tongue. The sensations that run through me as she slowly glides it into place take me a bit by surprise. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I’ve often read that men have a G-spot that’s every bit as enticing as a woman’s, but until this moment, I didn’t really believe it.

  Once the toy is in place, she abandons it and finally takes my pulsating dick with her mouth. “Oh, fuck . . .” I gasp, completely overwhelmed by a multitude of sensations as she cups my balls while sucking me with a firm and steady pressure. That little gadget inside me is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do, providing just enough stimulation to keep the waves of pleasure moving through me. Each time she strokes me, it moves just enough to intensify all the other sensations. I slip my hands behind my head, trying to relax and ride the wave, but it’s so much more intense than I’m used to. “You’re killing me,” I mutter as another wave of pleasure grips my entire body.

  I’m beginning to realize that my entire sex life has been one-sided until now. I’ve always done my best to please the woman, but right now, Felicia is completely blowing my mind. She takes more coconut oil in her hand and begins stroking me in earnest, obviously wanting to put me over the edge sooner rather than later. “My God, your dick is hard,” she says, gripping the base firmly with one hand while stroking me with the other. The little toy continues to provide an additional source of stimulation that is nothing short of spectacular. The pressure begins to build within me just as I’ve experienced numerous times in the past, but this time, it’s almost as if there is a second type of climax building. I’ve always known that women have two completely different types of orgasms as a result of clitoral versus G-spot stimulation and what an incredible experience it can be when the two are combined. I have a feeling that this is going to be my first experience with the male version of it. “I want you to keep your hands behind your head,” she directs, slowing the rhythm of her stroke and lightening her touch just a bit.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg, wanting her to put me over the edge.

  “Just relax and enjoy it,” she replies, using one of my favorite phrases against me. “I think you’re going to like this, but you have to relax and trust me.”

  By now, it’s obvious that she’s done some research on this toy, because the way she is working me over is nothing short of magical. I swallow hard and close my eyes, focusing on the plethora of sensations that are emanating from my midsection. Each time she varies her grip and changes the pressure, it sends an additional wave of pleasure through me. I feel as if I’m becoming delirious as she finally applies enough pressure to put me over the edge.

  Just as I suspected, the toy begins to really work its magic once I begin to orgasm. Instead of the usual five-second intense version, it seems to be extended and coming in recurring waves. I try my best to ride them out, but the soft strokes that she continues to give me are too much to handle. “Stop! Please, stop . . .” I beg, reaching for her hand. “Oh . . . my . . . God.” I struggle to catch my breath. Is this what I’ve been doing to women all these years? No wonder they keep wanting more. “My God, that was insane.”

  Felicia

  Fifteen minutes later, Rex still has a dazed look in his eyes which brings another smile to my lips. I think I just got a glimpse into how gratifying it is to expand someone’s sexual horizons. That was almost as much fun as my first orgasm.

  “Where did you learn all that stuff?” he asks, sounding a bit groggy.

  “From Billy at Toys for Boys.” I snuggle into him, nibbling lightly at his neck.

  “Remind me not to let you wander around by yourself the rest of the weekend,” he comments, closing his eyes and pulling me close. “I think I’m high on endorphins.”

  “It’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine. I’m glad I could do that for you.” I close my eyes and revel in the body heat that is radiating off him. My thoughts begin to drift from one random thing to the next. Sex toys that I’ve seen throughout the day, men and women who have stopped by the booth, and Cindy walking away with a dildo in hand. Suddenly, I see myself out at the cabin, holding a baby. It’s the sweetest feeling. I can’t believe how much I adore the little thing. It actually shocks me back to the moment, so I glance over at Rex, who is now in a deep sleep. I’m not going to mention the baby to him or he’ll insist on using condoms again.

  I close my eyes once again, wanting to get a good night’s sleep. It’s going to be a long, busy day tomorrow, and I don’t want to be nearly as emotional as I was today. Our relationship has been such a rollercoaster so far that it has left me a little raw emotionally. Hopefully, we can have a long smooth patch now so we can both settle in and just enjoy one another. I still think he has a slam dunk case against the fertility clinic is the last thing that goes through my head before falling asleep. I’m going to do a little research on that next week.

  我愛你

  9:25 Saturday Morning

  I awake from a deep sleep to the sound of something buzzing. Rex still has his arm around me and is out cold so the buzzing sound doesn’t faze him. I look toward the window, and even though the curtains are drawn, I can see that it’s bright and sunny outside. I slip out from under his arm and look over the edge of the bed for his pants, spotting them just as the buzzing subsides.

  “What time does the show start this morning?” I ask, thinking we might have overslept.

  “Mm, what?” he asks, cracking his eyelids open and stretching.

  “You just missed a call from Sally. What time does the show start today?”

  “Eleven, I think. I told Sally I’d meet her at nine fifteen to set up,” he says, sitting up and looking around the room.

  “We overslept then. It’s almost nine thirty.” I hand him his phone.

  “Shit, now she’s going to be pissed.” He clicks her number and cracks his neck. “Sorry, babe, I overslept. I’ll take a quick shower and be down by ten.” He cringes like he’s getting his ass chewed. “Okay, but I’m going to brush my teeth and comb my hair at least. I’ll see you in a few.” He hangs up the call and tosses it on the bed. “I think she forgets who’s the boss sometimes.”

  “You’ll have to set her straight,” I tease. “Gotta keep us bitches in line.” I pretend to crack the whip and give him my best sneer.

  “I don’t know if I can truly keep any of you in line. You’re all pretty strong-willed, which seems to be a trait I pick in women,” he says with a laugh.

 
“So that’s why you hired us?”

  “I hired Sally because she’s the best at what she does. She’s been happily married for seventeen years and has two teenage kids. We get along like we’re bowling buddies. I can trust her, and there’s no temptation on either side of our relationship. I hired Barb because she was the most outspoken of all the ones I interviewed for the position, and she would sooner bite my dick off than play with it. No temptation.”

  “And then you hired me.” I give him a look that lets him know I expect a different answer than the other two.

  “You, my dear, I hired for all the wrong reasons.” He cups my cheeks with both hands and gives me a quick kiss. “At the time, I knew I was most likely making a huge mistake because you didn’t have any experience. But now, I’m thrilled because you’ve totally proven me wrong.”

  “By proving that I’m good in bed?” I ask, still focusing on his earlier admission.

  “Yeah, because that’s all that matters. You proved it again last night.” He flinches like he’s still shaking it off. “That was the longest, wildest orgasm of my life. I’m really glad you talked me into it.” He gives me another quick kiss. “Now, I’ve got to get dressed. You take your time getting ready, and hopefully, we’ll have enough time to go for breakfast before the show starts.”

  He brushes his teeth and wets his hair before slipping into a khaki short-sleeved shirt and a pair of those dress pants that make his ass look phenomenal. “By the way, I don’t want to see you giving anyone that sexy look today.” I narrow my eyes, grabbing him by the belt buckle.

  “This one?” he asks, crossing his eyes.

  “No. That’s the one you should be giving them. Especially the really hot ones.” I laugh, realizing that he probably wasn’t conscious of what he was doing. “Just don’t give them that fuck me look—that’s all I’m asking.”

  “I’ll try my best to avoid any and all animalistic expressions,” he quips, giving me one last kiss before running out the door.