by Jodie Becker
Max cleared his throat and waved a nonchalant hand. “You know, having a girlfriend.”
Silence stretched between them, so oppressive he wished he had a beer. Beer helped deep-and-meaningfuls to pass a hell of a lot easier.
“You thinking of trying one on?”
“No.”
“You know how that worked out for Dylan and Rube.”
Dylan and Ruby had tried to make their relationship work. In hindsight, Max knew it wasn’t love, but rather desperation that drew the two together. Their poorly constructed relationship died swiftly after six months with Dylan unable to separate work from his personal life and Ruby taking the break personally and slowly spiraling.
“But they were both in the industry. What if I wanted to give it a go with someone outside of it?”
Bryce stared at him, brows tipped up. His lips quivered before he guffawed. Max glowered, ignoring the sting of his friend’s lack of faith in possibilities. “What woman in her right mind would want to go out with a man who fucks others?”
Lips pursed. “It’s just a job.”
Bryce nodded. “Good luck in selling that.”
It was. He’d had to do things he didn’t want to. He might put on a good damn show, but that’s all it was. A show. “I don’t see how it’s a problem.”
“Then you’re deluded.” Bryce pointed a thumb beyond the room. “You think the sad saps in relationships with people like us are actually okay that their partner is fucking others? Chefs don’t cook when they get home. And we don’t fuck when we get home.”
“That’s not true.”
Bryce tipped his head to the side, giving him that point. “All right, we do. But what do you think is going to happen? You spend all day fucking, come home and say ‘Honey, I’m home, man today was hard. Had a ménage. Boy, I’m pooped.’ And what do you think she’ll say back? That woman, who thinks she can handle your job will slowly become disillusioned. She might say it’s okay and she can handle it, but watch her change. Watch her smile become brittle when you touch her.”
Max wanted to deny it, but the truth remained. He’d seen the people who had relationships and very few survived with a partner who worked in the industry.
“And what about STDs? Think about it, you fucking love this woman to your very marrow and you stick around here and accidentally give her HIV.”
Max recoiled. In his career he’d had a scare and put himself in quarantine to wait for lab results. It was the longest damn wait of his life. He came back clean, but one of his friends didn’t. She left the industry and he never saw her again. It was a working hazard. Although recent years saw the use of condoms, some operations “convinced” performers to go in naked. It’s what the audience wanted and they’d chance STDs to please a faceless person who was probably jacking off while adult actors risked their physical health.
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”
Even as he said those words, his mind rebelled at keeping Bridget from his life. Without her pranks and spitfire words, he didn’t have anything to look forward to. He dipped his chin to stare at the contract in his hand. He never knew his social life was so lacking until she threw that gnome at him. He felt happier when she was around. He couldn’t foresee going back to a world without her in it. Perhaps he could manage a friendship and if some fondling happened during that time? Well, no harm no foul.
The thought buoyed him. He released his fist and paper crinkled and his mood darkened. Max turned a sullen stare at the contract in hand. He had an upcoming shoot with Demi and his ass was grass.
* * * * *
Bridget loaded her cello into the back of her car and started home. She couldn’t shake the smile from her face. Today’s practice seemed to come together perfectly. The cello section followed her and Gillian grudgingly accepted defeat. For some reason, the strippers turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Instead of sipping the wine, the staid affair had become a small little party. Everyone unleashed after the strippers left and had a little fun. Those who helped her prank against Max giggled over it, and were eager to be involved in another.
The joy filling her chest drained at the thought of Max. The night he touched her came back to her. The way he tasted. Like wine. She didn’t pick him to be a wine drinker. He kissed like a master in the art of seduction. Even now her pussy ached for his touch. He knew his way around a woman’s body, a fact that shouldn’t surprise her.
She was close to letting him make love to her. The way he guided her until she couldn’t think anymore and the luscious ripples of euphoria that rolled through her were unlike anything else before. Her clit throbbed with the need for his hands on her again. Those smooth, warm hands that tickled across her flesh and teased her. A shudder rocked her at the thought of his mouth, the mouth that sucked on her nipples to the point of painful pleasure. Heat burgeoned inside, her breasts heavy with need. Thighs clenched together to ease the ache between her legs. Moist pussy lips rubbed against her panties and her grip tightened over the steering wheel.
She shifted in her seat and shook her head once to expel the thought of his hands on her. Reminding herself of why he touched her. It was all to prove his prowess as a Casanova. She didn’t want to fall into that trap. Holding on to the indignation and pain to her ego, she turned the car down her street. As she approached her house, she frowned at the blue glowing dots in the distance. What was that?
As she slowed, she realized they were lining the driveway like guiding lights. The sticks stood no more than about eight inches off the ground, illuminating patches of grass. She certainly didn’t think to line her driveway with solar lights and couldn’t think who would be so considerate. Her gaze flickered to Max’s as she pulled into her drive. Was he trying to do something nice after that night?
Her heart melted and she tried to squelch it. But that warmth didn’t abate under the voice of caution. Smiling, she stepped out of her car. Blue light tickled her feet and reflected the faces of closer gnomes. She slanted her head to have a better look at the lights. They were oddly shaped. Not quite straight and thick in circumference. Cold realization thumped against her rib cage and she crouched by the nearest one. Hand over her mouth, she touched the mushroomed head. Anger bubbled up in a little squeak of sound. Max. He’d lined her driveway with vibrators. Glow-in-the-dark vibrators. Snatching one up, she stalked up to Max’s house. She didn’t have to knock long before he answered the door, a smirk on his lips.
“How could you?”
Max’s attention dropped to the vibrator clenched in her hand. His smile widened. “Don’t you like orgasms?”
“I don’t like having my driveway lined with glow-in-the-dark vibrators.”
He shrugged. “I thought they were pretty functional. If you’re so against coming, they can be used to line your driveway. As a flash light? The other uses are immense. Light saber.”
Bridget flung the vibrator at him. He dodged it, the thing bouncing harmlessly across the tiled floor. “You can have your light saber. I don’t need help having an orgasm.”
“Oh right, I’m confused. I could’ve given you one the other night, but if I recall you threw me out.”
She glared at him, pussy thrumming at the reminder of his touch. The sensual way he teased her toward climax. Panting, she jabbed him in the chest. “I threw you out because you were doing nothing except stroking your own ego.”
He caught her hand as she stabbed a finger at him. She shivered with need, hating him for the way she reacted to him.
“I don’t touch anyone unless I want to. There was no ego stroking involved.”
She scoffed, even as her heart tripped over. “You, a man who had a date that very night, storms into my house after being rejected by another woman, wasn’t doing it to prove a point? I’m not an idiot.”
He stepped forward until his lips hovered inches from hers. “I didn’t want to fuck her. I wanted to fuck you, but it was either her or you.” He spread his arms. “Take your pick.”
Hi
s presence surrounded her and she pushed him away, unable to trust herself. “Not me, that’s for sure.”
He leaned back on the wall, arms crossed. “You sure about that?”
“As serious as a heart attack.”
Silence fell, her harsh breathing cutting through the tension.
His brow rose. “Then what are you still doing here?”
Lips pinched, she sucked air through her nose. “I’m not. I’m leaving.”
His smile mocked her as he waved an arm toward her house.
She opened her mouth to send him some cutting remark, but she couldn’t think of anything except pulling his head down for a kiss. Of tasting that passion again. She wasn’t going to win this battle of wills. Not this time. Tromping away from him, she ignored his husky laughter as she started to remove every single glowing dildo from her drive. Arms laden with latex penises, she hurried them into her house, hoping no one saw the offensive protrusions.
She dropped them on her kitchen counter and they bounced every which way. Pulling out a garbage bag, she paused at the subtle buzz coming from the counter. Just great. In the pile of blue vibrators, one of them had switched on. Shoving different types aside, she tested each until her fingertips brushed over the head of one and experienced a pleasant zap. She snatched her fingers away and stared aghast at the offender. In the shape of a penis, it had a bird rising out from the base. It hummed on her cream counter top, taunting her.
She didn’t consider herself to be a prude, but she’d never touched a vibrator before and didn’t relish the idea of carrying the buzzing thing outside into her trash. Shoring up her determination, she grasped the soft vibrator and gasped at the delightful shimmers of sensation along her palm. She turned the thing and frowned at the square base. Two buttons, and neither had the word off on it.
Biting her lower lip, she pressed one little button and the bird vibrated, its beak tickling the outside of her fingers. She pressed the other and the vibration on the shaft increased. A sexual awareness slid along her fingers and pulsed in her pussy. Heat bloomed on her cheeks as hidden balls massaged her palm, teasing her in ways she didn’t imagine. Moisture gathered in her panties and she whimpered. Desperately she worked the buttons until the thing quieted in her hand. Flushed and on edge, she switched hands and tried to shake off the tingles on her palm. They remained like a phantom touch.
Gulping back her dismay, she turned the vibrator in her grip, curious to know how it’d feel. The brief struggle with herself ended at the ache in her vagina and she hurried up the stairs, eager to try her new toy out. Washing it off, she kept her gaze from her reflection, which would condemn her. She didn’t want to see the arousal she felt. Chucking the vibrator on the mattress, she removed her pants and settled on the bed.
Embarrassment and excitement coiled in her stomach as she picked up the vibrator. She understood the basic premise of the thing, but faltered at the procedure. She pressed one button and the shaft buzzed to life. Spreading her legs, she traced the tip along her thigh and mewled at the thrill of desire skating over her flesh. Brushing it over her clit she jerked and cried out at the intense blast of pleasure. She watched as she traced the vibrator around her crown and down her lips, the move making her womb clench.
Bliss surged along her vulva, her pussy pulsing as heat gathered between her thighs. Muscles quivered as she slowly glided the tip around her entrance. The cool head made her whimper with a delightful mixture of bliss and discomfort. Knees hitched up, she bravely pushed it forward, but her canal clenched over it, making it difficult.
Biting her lower lip, she teased herself further. Slipping the head of the dildo over her clit, brushing it back and forth, each sensual slide made her quake with need. Hot juices filled her pussy and she trailed the vibrator down her swollen lips and pushed the head into her vagina. The moisture eased the way enough for her to push another inch. Delicious vibrations rocked through her vagina. Her womb clenched in beautiful, thrumming need.
Panting, she eased the vibrator farther inside her. Titillating vibrations rolled through her, peaking her nipples until they ached. The cool latex slipped deeper into her body, rumbling over her delicate flesh in a way that commanded every nerve ending. Legs spread farther as she eased the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy. Decadent need zipped along the canal and spiraled all the way to her toes. She whimpered, one hand pressed over her breasts to pinch an aching nipple. Knees hitched and the vibrator slipped inside and touched that delightful bundle of nerves. Her eyes snapped open to stare blindly at the ceiling.
Fiddling with a button, Bridget almost moaned as the vibration upped a notch, the hidden balls circling the tender spot deep inside. Moaning, she rocked her hips. Wonderfully erotic flashes of heat exploded like little fireworks along her skin. Her finger swiped along the other button, and the bird came to life. A muffled scream burst from her as sensual thrills hummed over her clit. The bird’s wings teased the lips of her pussy, tickling it in an erotic way that stole her breath. Arching her back, she groaned as the delectable rhythm worked her flesh. The splendor of white-hot bliss to her hypersensitive pussy obliterated all thought. Rocked in a world of pure wanting, she increased the intensity, welcoming the exquisite sensation as she willingly drowned in it.
The bird hummed to the point where she couldn’t separate her clit from her G-spot. Her body felt flush and spasms chased through her. Writhing against the sheets, she pushed the vibrator deeper into her welcoming vagina. She cried out as her hot, wet pussy clenched and voluptuous waves of sweet release crashed over her. As the first climax abated, another followed, this one making her scream as the orgasm bordered on deliciously painful. Quaking, she eased the vibrator out. Sated, she inhaled. The musky scent of sex filled the air and the blue vibrator glistened with her satisfaction. Legs pressed together to hold in the delicious vibrations still humming inside, she turned the vibrator in her grip and smiled. She just found her new boyfriend and she had Max to thank for it.
Chapter Seven
She wandered through his house, inhaling his delicious scent. That woodsy smell she loved so well. Fingers tracing over the white lounge, she imagined herself snuggling up to him in the evening. Sighing, she wandered up the stairs into his room. Black sheets with an oriental pattern in the corners. He loved the subtle undertones of Asia. Hence the dragon on his chest. The very same one she’d gotten tattooed on her flesh. So they could be one. So he would know they were meant to be together.
She’d been happy to watch and wait, but circumstances pushed her hand. Rage, so familiar, black and viscous, burgeoned in her chest. Fists clenched and she exhaled in an attempt to calm her tumultuous emotions. It was that neighbor of his. What did he see in her? She was plain ugly. Brown hair, brown eyes and boring. And not to mention frigging obsessed with gnomes. The yard was littered with them. That should at least have told him of her mental stability, but he ignored it and still pursued her. Jealousy fired in her stomach, eating away at her until her teeth ground together.
That woman next door didn’t know him like she did. She was nothing but an uptight nobody who lived in a beige house and carried around a cello. What is more uptight than that? A band geek. The band geek certainly couldn’t handle someone as sexually explosive as him. She’d probably faint at the sight of a dick.
Laughing at her own joke, she thrust aside thoughts of the competition and walked farther into the bedroom. She settled on the bed, spreading her arms out, inhaling the fresh scent of soap, sheets and sweat. His sweat. Need surged through her and she curled into herself at the intense buzz of need. To know he laid his head here and to be one with him again made her whimper. Her cunt ached for him to fill her up. To fuck her hard as he loved to do.
Spreading her legs, she slipped her hand under her panties and fingered her aching clit. Pleasure surged along her pussy and condensed in her stomach. Scissoring her fingers over the hood over her cunt, she whimpered at the hot need stabbing through her. Inserting a finger into her sopping pussy
, she fucked herself. The sound of her palm hitting her moist sex filled the room. She breathed his name, imagining him watching her as she brought herself to climax. Imagined that knowing look and glorying in it. The ripples of ecstasy pooled in her being, foretelling an upcoming orgasm. She raced toward it, pumping her fingers and using her spare hand to flick and pinch her clitoris. The explosion rocked through her and she screamed his name. Shuddering, she pulled her fingers from her vagina and licked the juices off the digits. She tasted her love for him and moaned as another, smaller climax shimmered in her cunt. Sighing, she raked her hair from her face.
Standing on jelly legs, she removed her underwear and placed it on his pillow so he would know how much she desired him. To smell her love as she could smell his for her. Sauntering from the room, she smiled, knowing he wouldn’t want Band Geek, not when she’d left her calling card for him. She was ready and waiting.
* * * * *
Max pounded the pavement, music blaring in his ears as he forced himself to work harder. Oxygen burned his lungs, but he wasn’t about to let up. Bridget haunted him. He still had the vibrator she’d thrown at him. He heaved out a small laugh. So indignant was his little poser. Secretly he gave himself a pat on the back over the prank. What had started out as an online search for a vibrator to have mailed to her quickly became a box full of different types of glow-in-the-dark cocks. Setting those up was a charm and the reaction was beautiful. She was beautiful. She handled his prank with gusto and damn if he didn’t want to kiss those lips of hers.
Pity she didn’t take him up on the offer. But he’d sent out his warning shot, and fully expected she’d return with something equally interesting. Max looked forward to it. A sad fact that his life centered on sex and the pranks he could pull on Bridget. Not very fulfilling, but it was all he had. He shook his head once, hard. He didn’t know why he even thought of entertaining having a relationship with Bridget. A minor brain explosion he quickly got over once common sense kicked in. He hadn’t had a girlfriend since he’d started his career eight years ago. Sure he got lonely. What person didn’t? There were times when he’d miss having his arms wrapped around a woman, or listening to a woman talk of her day while he watched her take a bath. In those moments he yearned so much for it, it hurt to breathe. But those moments passed. Just like this one would. This obsession with Bridget would fade away one way or another.
