by Luke Young
“Sure, just be careful and make sure you wash everything down there well and get it really wet before you put on the shaving cream. Oh, and go slow.”
He looked at her, unconvinced. “Sounds a little dangerous.”
“Try it once, and you’ll love the feel. You’ll be shocked at how much more into it your partner will be.”
“I don’t know. Did Jillian mention that I was too hairy?”
“No, she didn’t, but she’s like you and never wants to really talk about sex.”
After pondering this a moment, he decided that there was no way he was putting a razor near his penis or balls. He lied when he said, “I’ll think about it.”
“Good. Did Jillian find your G-spot last night?”
With his jaw dropping, he looked at her, perplexed. “Men have a G-spot?”
“So, she didn’t, uh…”
“Maybe she did… How would I know?”
“Believe me, you’d know. So, she didn’t put her finger into your ass, then. She must be saving that for a special occasion.”
“Oh, the prostate thing. That’s the male—”
“Yes.”
“Don’t tell her I told you, but when you least expect it, she may go for it. You do wash that area really well don’t you?”
Standing up, he gave her look. “Okay, that’s enough. I draw the line when the discussion diverges on how clean my ass is.”
She chuckled. “Fair enough.”
After running his hands over his chin, he gave her a serious look. “Can I ask you one more thing?”
“Sure.”
“I want to do something special for her in bed—surprise her somehow. Do you know of any sexual fantasies or anything like that she’s always wanted to try? Something really wild, maybe.”
Before he finished the question, Victoria knew instantly what to tell him. “In her first novel, she wrote about this couple who played out a rape fantasy. You know, the whole ski mask, black clothes, light bondage rape thing.” He listened, captivated, as she added, “To really make it work, you’ve got to surprise her, though. She can’t be expecting…” Suddenly perplexed, she rubbed her chin. “Wait. We have to tell her. We don’t want to give her a heart attack or have her hit you in the head with a lamp or anything.”
“Yeah, that would suck.”
“So, right before you go in, just call her from outside the house.”
He gave her a big smile. “So, I fly up here one day and…” His smile faded. “Wait, what about Rob?”
She frowned along with him; then it hit her. “She told you about that writer’s conference coming up in Key Largo, didn’t she?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going with her?”
“No, I’ve got to work. I have that training.”
“That’s not a problem; it’s a short flight. Just fly down for the night and then back in the morning. She has that beach house in Tavernier. That’s where she’s staying, and it’s just a few miles from Key Largo. I’ll lay it all out for you. I even have a key to her place.”
Brian nodded at her. “That sounds kinda hot. I’m in.”
“You have any Viagra?”
“What? No!”
“You’ll need it to really pull it off.”
“Why?”
“You’ll have the hardest erection of your life. You get it up before you go in the house, and it will stay up as you sneak in, struggle with her, and tease her with it.” She gave him a skeptical look. “That is, unless you think you can stay hard during all that.”
Pausing, he considered his options. “I’m not nineteen anymore, and it might be fun. I’ll take the pill.”
Victoria nodded, pleased.
“So, should I tie her up?”
“You have to. I’ll tell you exactly how to do it.”
He was on the edge of his seat as she went over the entire plan in explicit detail.
A few hours later, Brian was sitting in Victoria’s car, waiting. She walked out of the house carrying a book, climbed in the car, and handed it over. “I was able to find Jillian’s novel—the rape fantasy one. I marked the chapter for you.”
“Awesome.”
As she drove, he began reading. His eyebrows lifted more than once, and he exhaled deeply while shaking his head at least three times. Ten minutes later, he was midway through the chapter when he came up for air. “God, she can write the shit out of this erotica stuff.”
“I know, she really can.”
He went back to the pages, and as she noticed he was adjusting his pants a little, she grinned. When he finished, he was holding the book in his lap, clearly using it to hide an erection. “So, I should do it exactly like this?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I can do this,” he said with a confident grin.
Glancing down, she noticed he was still pressing the book into his lap. “It looks like it’s turning you on as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve got a huge boner from reading that.”
“No, I don’t.”
Spotting her skeptical look, he sighed. “Okay, yes I do. Her writing makes me horny.”
“I agree.” She paused for a moment, thinking. “You know you can take care of that right now if you want. I won’t mind.”
“Take care of what?”
“Your erection.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
She exhaled deeply. “You need me to spell if out for you? Okay. If you want to pull it out and jerk off before we get to the airport, go ahead and knock yourself out. I won’t mind.”
He scoffed. “I’m not going to jerk off in the car. No way.” He pressed the book into his straining erection a little more.
Victoria looked down at his lap and smiled broadly. “You’re actually harder now just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“I am not.”
“Have you ever jerked off while driving before? Be honest.”
“No.”
She shook her head. “You have too, you perv. Details. Now.”
Sighing, he tilted his head back against the rest. He slowly glanced over to her and took in her excited, almost giddy expression. “I… uh… okay… I did once. I was dating this girl in high school, and we were parked somewhere and making out. We didn’t do anything else, and after I dropped her off, as I was driving home, it, uh, wouldn’t go away, so I… you know.”
“Did you have trouble controlling the car?”
“Not really. I drove slowly and was careful.”
“What’d you use to… Did you spit on it?”
“I’m not going to—” He waved his hand at her while wearing a distasteful look. “That’s all I care to share about that little incident.”
“Can I ask just one more question about it?”
“What is it?”
She grinned. “Was there a huge mess? I mean how’d you keep from shooting all over the steering wheel and dashboard?”
After glancing twice his way to find him staring at her with a tired look, she frowned. “Okay. No more questions, but you are no fun— do you know that?”
He covered his mouth, fighting back a laugh or two.
As they neared the airport, she said, “You’re going to so wish you had taken me up on my offer when you’re on that plane, and your pants aren’t fitting all that well.”
“I will not.”
“Last chance— I could drive around the airport a few times.”
“No thanks, really, but I appreciate your concern,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Okay, don’t call me if you’re forced to go into the bathroom and then get pulled off the plane by an air marshal for being some kind of sexual terrorist.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
Pulling over in the drop-off area, she turned to him. “Send me your flight information when you get it.”
“I will.”
He got out of the car and opened the back door. Spotti
ng a police officer standing right behind him, she grinned. He pulled his bag out and bent down to look at Victoria. “Thanks for the ride.”
She said in a clear, loud voice, “Even if your erection doesn’t go down, make sure you don’t masturbate on the plane.”
“Funny.” He gave her a frown as he slammed the door. While Victoria sped away laughing, he turned to find the officer eyeing him strangely. He froze. “She’s only joking.”
The officer’s eyes traveled down to the still somewhat-problematic area, and he gave him a sickened look. Lifting the bag up quickly in front of his groin, he held it there as he rushed away.
On the plane, Brian grinned as he looked down at his pants and found he was a little uncomfortable down there. Part of him wished he’d taken Victoria up on her offer—yeah that part—especially since he was returning home, and his parents not only frowned on masturbation, but they pretty much forbade it.
9
The next day, John and Victoria decided to go on a real date, since their first date had ended up being a disappointment, especially for her. That night, they got dressed up, went out for an expensive meal, then went back to her place. As the kissing and groping on the sofa grew more heated, she pulled away. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?”
They moved to the bedroom and stood kissing, caressing, and removing each other’s clothes. He wasn’t hard at all, and she looked down with concern at his unexcited manhood.
Following her eyes, he began to apologize. “Sorry. I, uh…”
“I know how to fix this.” She led him to the bed, sat him down, and took his completely soft penis in her mouth. She bathed it, worked it with her tongue, massaged his balls, sucked it, and tried everything in her repertoire, but nothing worked. It didn’t move at all.
Sighing, she looked up at him, exhausted. “Well, this is a new problem.”
“I, uh… I jerked off as soon as we got back here almost thirty minutes ago.”
Shocked, she asked, “Why’d you do that?”
“Well, I’ve been working on my P.E. problem at home, and I’ve had some luck with lasting longer after my first orgasm.”
“Oh, so…”
He put his head in his hands. “Now I’ve come full circle from P.E. to E.D. So next, I think it might just fall off.”
Moving to sit next to him on the bed, she looked at him with concern. “No pressure… Why don’t we have a cup of coffee and then try again later?”
He exhaled deeply. “I think I’m just going to go. When I did it in your bathroom, it was over in about three seconds. I think I’m just going to give up on sex forever. I’ve had enough embarrassment.”
“I can help you with your problem. I’ve been doing some research online, and I have some experience with—”
“I appreciate it, but we’re supposed to be on a date, not having a therapy session.”
He grabbed his underwear, and while he slipped them on he couldn’t even look at her. “I’m really sorry. You’re gorgeous and fun, and I wish…”
“Don’t worry about it.”
He gave her a half-smile, finished getting dressed, and left.
Later that night, Victoria searched the Internet for information on P.E. since she thought that was John’s real problem. That first night they were playing around, he had no trouble at all getting an erection, so she felt he really didn’t have an E.D. problem. She reviewed sites, made notes, and prepared an e-mail with links, suggestions, and exercises for John. She sent it to him and added a note with an offer to act as his partner on the exercises that required two people.
10
Two weeks later, Brian took the 7:20 p.m. flight out of Philadelphia and arrived in Miami at 9:32. Victoria was waiting for him at the airport. As they neared Victoria’s house, she said, “I spoke to Jillian before she left, and she doesn’t suspect a thing.”
“Great.”
Spotting him wearing a big smile, she said, “Look at you.”
“What?”
“Look how excited you are.”
“Me, no… I’m just—”
“It’s okay. You’re finally about to have some good sex. It won’t be like one of your regular, lame sexual experiences.”
“Wait! What do you mean, ‘regular, lame sexual experiences’? Our regular sex is amazing. It isn’t lame at all.”
“Okay, sure…”
“I’m serious. We have great sex.”
“Geez, I believe you, I just meant this will be, you know, something new. So don’t screw it up.”
“I won’t.”
“Don’t give her too much advanced warning, or it’ll be—”
He glared at her.
She said, “I mean, just wait until you’re outside the house to call her.”
“I know. I know.”
As she pulled the car into the driveway, he gave her a solemn look. “And it’s the three-month anniversary of when I first saw her. We met on March twentieth… It’s kind of creepy that I know that, isn’t it? I’m a giant loser.”
“I think it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Turning to him, she put her hand on his arm and smiled. “Now, go rape our girl.”
“Okay!” he said enthusiastically. After he took a moment to seemingly replay her last comment over in his head, he frowned. His eyes shifted back to her bright smile, and he grinned.
“So, you’ve got the key?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, be sure I get that ski mask back. It’s one of the best ones I’ve found for indoor use. It’s incredibly cool and breathable.”
He gave her a look.
“What? I had a friend who liked to use it every now and then.”
After handing him the keys, she smiled proudly as he backed out of the driveway. As she watched him pull away, she thought, How cute is that… three-month anniversary. She turned and headed for the door. Her smile faded as her mind went from the word anniversary to the word twentieth. It was June twentieth; seventeen years ago, she had married David exactly one month later on July twentieth. It was a day they always joked about, because on this day, seventeen years ago, he had two-dozen peach carnations delivered to her in anticipation of the big day to come. As she unlocked the door while wearing a somber look, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought about it all day. She was certainly thinking about it now.
Two hours later, Brian parked his car in front of the beach house. The house was completely dark. Just then, he spotted a light turn on and shine through a second story window, and he smiled. Slipping out of his clothes, he struggled into the tight, black long-sleeved shirt and tight black pants that Victoria had given him.
He paused while going over the plan in his head, then shook his head. “Viagra,” he mumbled under his breath. He searched the bag for a bottle of pills and could not find any. Picking up his phone, he searched his contact list for Victoria’s number.
Victoria’s cell phone rang as she sat on her sofa, wearing a short robe and a sad expression while looking though her wedding photo album. She checked the display and saw it was Jillian.
“You’ll never guess what I’m doing right now.”
“Um, Brian?” Victoria replied hesitantly.
“No!”
Just then Victoria received Brian’s call. She glanced at the display then asked Jillian to hold on.
“Brian, I’ve got Jillian on the other line. What’s up?”
“Can’t find the Viagra.”
“It’s right there in the bag.”
In the car, he checked the bag again. “It’s really not here.”
“Oh, sorry… Shit. Check the glove box, I think I have some in there.”
He opened the glove box and found a pill bottle hidden under the owner’s manual. He scoffed. “You have to be the only woman on the planet who keeps Viagra in her car.”
“You never know when you’ll need it.”
“I guess.”
“So where are you?”
“Parked outside the beac
h house. I see a light on upstairs. Looks like she’s ready for bed and some fun.”
“Great. Are you ready to go in?”
He studied the pill curiously. “Just have to pop our little friend here and then call her.”
“I’ve got her on the other line, so I’ll tell her about the plan.”
“Cool. Just have her shut the light off when she’s ready for me.”
“I will. Good luck.”
“Thanks.” After clicking off the call, he swallowed the pill with a gulp of water.
Victoria switched back to Jillian. “Jillian, I’ve got—” Hearing music and a number of voices on the line, she repeated, “Jillian, Jillian.”
“Victoria?” Jillian said loudly, “Hey, you’ll never guess who I’m looking at right now.”
“I don’t—”
“I’m at the hotel bar, and—”
“You’re still at the hotel?” Victoria interrupted. “You need to get back to the house!”
“Why?”
“Brian is there now.”
“Oh, he’s going to surprise me? That’s so sweet.”
“Yes, he’s going to—”
Jillian said, “Oh, shit! Rob’s there. I’m not really thinking all that clearly. I’ve had a few drinks.”
“Rob’s there?” Victoria repeated, alarmed.
“Yeah, he was depressed over this Laura thing, so I asked him to come. Oh my God, how do I explain this to—”
“Jillian, there’s something else. He’s planning to sneak into the house and kinda…”
“What?”
“He’s going to play out your rape-fantasy… fantasy.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he wanted to do something really hot and special, and he asked me, and I, uh, told him—”
“You did what?”
“I just gave him some—”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“Oh my God… I… I’m getting in the car now and I’ll be there in five minutes. You call him on his cell and stop him.”
The line went dead, and after mumbling an obscenity to herself, Victoria scrolled, panic stricken, through her contacts, searching for the number.
