Chapter 11
TEN
Jen
I have a late start the next morning, so I indulge in sulking all the way through until nine o’clock.
I’m flicking through meaningless short videos on my phone when I remember what Annie said yesterday about her friend writing the research paper.
Opening my email, I find the number and type it in.
The sooner I get Adam out of my flat and off my mind, the better.
It only rings twice before a man answers, his voice educated and professional. “Good morning, this is Dr. Sanjeev. May I ask who is calling?”
At that moment, the doorbell rings. I ignore it. Probably someone got the wrong flat. I’m a little flustered when I respond to Dr. Sanjeev, though.
“Oh hi. My name is Jen Marsters. I work with Annie Walsh. I think she’s a friend of yours? She gave me your number because she said you might be able to help me with some information about zombies.”
“It’s possible,” says Dr. Sanjeev. “What is the nature of the information you’re looking for?”
“Well, it’s kind of a long story, but my um… my friend—” Why is it so hard to choose what word to use for Adam? “He thinks he’s—I mean he is a zombie, so we were hoping—”
Dr. Sanjeev cuts me off hastily. “Jen, can I be clear? Is your friend there right now?”
“Yeah. I mean, I think—”
“Have you got them restrained? Tied up?”
I pause. Tied up? What does he think is going to happen?
“Ahhh…I think maybe you’re not who I’m looking for.
” I’m just about to hang up when the bedroom door opens and Adam strides in, looking very pleased with himself and dropping a large parcel on the bed in front of me.
“For you. Open it. I think you’re going to like it. ”
“Adam, what the hell? I’m on the phone.” Turning my attention back to the call, I say, “Look, I have to go.”
“Jen! Listen to me carefully, the undead can never be trusted! Just tell me your address. I’ll make sure someone comes out right away—”
I pull the phone away from my ear, shaking my head. Ick. I guess that’s a dead lead. I hang up the call and pick up the parcel. “Have you ever heard of knocking?”
“Sure, but it’s just me. Go on. Open it.”
With a sigh, I tear open the brown paper and pull out the box from inside then pause, staring at the package in my hand. The box contains a picture of the exact pink monster dildo I put in my online shopping cart a month ago but never bought.
I glare up at Adam. “What the hell is this?”
He grins. “I saw your shopping cart, and I thought you should have it.”
“You mean you stole my computer and went through my history?”
He looks a little hurt. “No, I just saw it there. Come on, Jen. You wanted it, didn’t you? You probably just decided it was frivolous and not practical.”
I ignore the fact that this is almost exactly the thought that went through my head when I decided not to buy it. “It is frivolous, and it’s also enormous.” The thing weighs a ton. Even holding the box in my hand feels slightly intimidating.
“It’s fucking hot.”
I glare at him. “Oh, so that’s it. You thought it would be hot to watch me use it, so you ordered it for me with my credit card? How generous.”
The slight green of his cheeks deepens a little. “Well, yeah, only you made it sound so bad. It was meant to be a nice gesture.”
Unbelievable! I can’t believe I thought for even a second that he had changed in any meaningful way. I’m about to fling it in his face—at least it’s a fairly respectable weapon—when I have an even better idea.
I have to let out a breath and rearrange my expression into something calmer. “Well, I don’t want a dildo. I much prefer your dick.”
“You do?” I think he’s onto me then, but he just keeps gaping at me.
“Mhmm. Your dick is perfect. Just the right size. Didn’t you see how hard I came around it the other night?”
His grin is back. “Yeah. We should do that again.”
“You’re right. In fact, I want you to give it to me right now.”
He starts pulling off his shirt, but I stop him.
“No, not like that.” I hold out my hand. “Give me your dick.”
“Oh!” He glances down. “I guess.” Unbuttoning his fly, he pulls down his jeans and boxers. His perfect dick hangs between his thighs like an epic temptation.
“Take it off.”
He looks skeptically down at the neat stitches I made. “OK. I mean, if you want to. I thought we could—”
“I do.” I make a little beckoning gesture with my fingers.
Hurrying to the kitchen, he gets the large kitchen shears and makes a tentative snip, loosening the first stitch.
When I grow impatient, I shift to the edge of the bed and do it for him.
Every moment I’m touching him, he swells further until I have his hot, throbbing cock in my hand, completely hard and ready.
Then I reach behind me and grab the dildo, still in its box. I shove it roughly against Adam’s chest. “Here. Have this one if you like it so much. I’m going out.”
“What?” He blinks at me as I rush to the closet and slip on my sandals. “But I thought you were going to… you know?”
“Going to what?” I ask him sweetly. “Let you watch again? Ha! You have to be joking. Now give me your credit card. I’m going shopping, and this time you’re buying me something I want.”
His mouth drops open, but he reaches into his pocket silently and pulls out his wallet, handing it over to me. “What are you going to buy?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” I wrap the dick in a scarf and place it in my handbag, and I have half a moment where I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
But Adam doesn’t protest at all. He just stares at me in awe as I lift my chin and march out the door without even brushing my hair or putting on any makeup. With a dick and a half-baked plan for revenge, I stride down the street heading for the subway.
It serves him right, sneaking around on my laptop, spending my money. That thought fuels me all the way down the high street, where I pass my favorite nail salon. I stop. Am I really doing this?
Pulling out my phone, I snap a picture of the sign at the front. Then I send it to Adam.
Getting my nails done. Your treat.
A reply pops up a moment later.
Adam: fuck ur hot when ur angry
I laugh out loud. He’s changed his tune on that. He always used to complain about how mean I was to him when we were together. How much I bitched at him about everything. I guess I really am going on a spending spree with his credit card, then.
Pushing open the door, I go to the counter and smile at the lady who greets me. “Have you got time for a walk in?”
Fifty minutes and a beautiful set of French polish gel nails later, I’m feeling a little more sympathetic toward Adam.
Especially after I tap his credit card to pay for it.
I walk out of the salon and scan the street, patting the heavy parcel wrapped up in my handbag with a secret smile.
I wonder if he can still feel it from so far away.
Across the street is a lingerie store with two mannequins dressed in frilly pink sets. The exact same hot pink as the monster dildo. I snap a picture and hit send.
Adam’s reply is almost instantaneous.
Adam: try it on *pleading face*
Jen: You’d like that wouldn’t you? Don’t you want to know how much they cost?
As I type this, I enter the store and check the label, lifting my brows at exactly how much the whole set would come to. Let’s just say it’s the kind of price that would normally make me walk away.
Adam: doesn’t matter. Just try it on
I mean…
Quickly I find my size on the rack and pick up the bra, briefs, and garter belt.
I’ll need a pair of thigh-high stockings too.
I pick up some in white and bright pink.
Then I get the set in black too, just for good measure.
It’s impossible to keep the wicked grin from my face as I swish the changing room curtain closed and look at my reflection.
Is Adam actually enjoying this? That wasn’t exactly the goal, but now that I’m here, I find I am too.
Curious, I sit on the little stool in the corner and pull his dick from my bag, unwrapping it carefully. It’s still hard, and when I lift it from the scarf, it throbs in my hand.
A second later a message pops up on my phone.
Adam: What r u doing? Whatever it is, don’t stop
I guess that answers my earlier question about whether he can still feel it. My own arousal is becoming harder to ignore as well. As I press my legs together the dampness in my underwear is obvious, and there’s a delicious tension low in my belly.
God, I had no idea being mean to Adam could be such a turn on.
Smiling to myself, I set his cock down gingerly and undress, trying on the pink bra first with the matching underwear and belt.
It’s a perfect fit. The lacy see-through cup hugs the shape of my breasts, making the deep rose of my nipple show through clearly.
The garter belt emphasises the dip of my waist, and the panties have a tiny flared ruffle which exaggerates my hips.
Altogether the effect is pretty fucking good.
I twist, looking at it from every angle I can see and fall in love with it a little more with each glimpse.
Grinning, I do my best to take a few sultry pictures, turning until I get one I’m happy with. The one I settle on shows off my ass and thighs as I hold the phone up to catch my own reflection in the mirror.
I hit send and am practically vibrating with excitement by the time Adam responds approximately one and half seconds later.
Adam: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Adam: buy it. For the love of god.
Adam: then pls pls have mercy on me and bring my dick back soon
I giggle to myself. I’m having far too much fun to stop now. In fact, trying on the lingerie has only increased my excitement. Stripping off, I retrieve the dick, considering my options. On impulse, I spread my legs and snap a picture with the tip poised right at the entrance to my pussy.
Jen: u sure u wouldn’t rather keep it here?
I almost drop my phone and his dick when my phone starts ringing a moment later.
Breathless, I answer, holding it to my ear with my shoulder. “What is it? I’m a little busy.” As I talk I slowly rub the tip of his cock through my wetness.
On the other end of the phone, Adam lets out a groan. “Jen, you’re killing me.”
“Aww, want me to stop?” I ask, still rubbing myself with his cock.
“Fuck no.”
I had intended just to tease him, but every stroke of his rigid flesh through my folds takes me right to the very edge of something I can’t name. A heady rush of sweetness that threatens to burst inside me. It’s almost like I’m about to cum, except I never cum so quickly.
I have to suppress a moan when I reach the top of my pussy and circle my clit.
“Jen, I don’t know what the fuck this is, but it might be the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever done. You have to keep going.”
“You want me to keep shopping?” I lower my voice to a whisper. “Or keep fucking myself with you?”
“Both! Take my money. I don’t care. Only please put it inside, just for a little bit. God, I’ve never felt this horny.”
I pause for a moment. “Hmm. I don’t think I will. But if you like, you can watch me play with myself.”
With regret, I tuck his dick back in my handbag and return to the stool.
Then I spread my legs and watch in my reflection as I run the tip of my middle finger through my soaking pussy.
The lips part with a slick wet sound that’s probably audible outside the changing room, and I bite my lip, but it feels too good to stop.
I’m pink and flushed and each lip is swollen and thick.
My clit pokes out from beneath the hood of skin, and I suck in a breath as I tease it again with my finger.
“Are you playing with it now?” I’d almost forgotten about Adam on the other end of the call.
“Yes.”
He groans. “Let me see. Please. Let me watch. You have no idea what this is doing to me.”
Glancing at my naughty package, I grin to myself because I actually have quite some idea. The whole thing pulses, and an answering wave of pleasure runs through me.
Removing the phone from my ear, I take a short clip of my reflection—legs spread, pussy on display as I rub faster and faster.
Then I spear two fingers deep inside, and my mouth drops open in a silent cry.
Inside, my walls clamp around my fingers, and my chest rises and falls with harsh, uneven breaths.
I release the button to send my video and bring the phone back to my ear.
“Oh shit. Look how wet you are. Forget what I said. Come home so I can lick it clean, make it wet, and lick it clean all over again.”
“Shhh. I’m busy.” Setting the phone down on the floor on record, I hold one hand over my mouth, glancing around to make sure the curtain is still completely closed.
Pussy throbbing, I change my motion so that now I’m making hurried little swiping motions right across my clit.
Backward and forward, faster and faster until my belly clamps.
My legs squeeze tight together, and I’m cumming hard and wet and shaking.
I press my lips together trying not to make a sound, but I’m certain a muffled moan escapes me.
Outside the curtain there’s a cough. “Is everything OK in there, ma’am? Can I get you another size?”
I flush beet red and quickly snatch my phone from the floor, shutting off the video. “I’m fine,” I call unconvincingly. “I’ll be out in a moment.”
Beside me, my bag visibly pulses as Adam’s dick jerks again with excitement. I rush to dress and compose myself, typing one final message before I leave to face the shop assistant.
Bring it back? No way.
Jen: I’m having far too much fun with your dick. I might never give it back