Chapter Twenty-three
Don
Yesterday, Abby and I spent the better part of the day watching TV, cuddling, and having sex. I just can’t seem to get enough of her. It’s all been incredible.
I know she likes to describe herself as “vanilla”, but I don’t see her that way at all. I think she’s amazing.
Since we both had to work this morning, I decided to stay at my place. As much as I wanted to sleep next to her again, I knew we’d get no sleep.
I knew damn well I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.
Plus, I’m trying not to freak Abby out. After she told me about some of the assholes she’s been with, I don’t want to push her past her comfort zone.
Instead, we decided to get together after work. I need to travel to Brooklyn for a meeting today, so I put in my earbuds so I can listen to one of the book recommendations Abby sent me.
I find myself spacing out a bit, only half paying attention until the narrator starts getting into the dirty stuff.
“His fingers graze my thigh—starting at the knee and moving up so slowly that my body quivers with anticipation. I spread my legs a little more, hoping he will touch me where I crave it most. I feel the tips of his fingers graze my clit through my panties. I try to control my breathing so that no one in the crowded restaurant can see what’s going on under the table.”
Whoa. Now we are getting good.
“He leans in close to warn me not to make a sound as he moves my underwear out of the way. I have to bite down on my lip to stay silent as he slides a finger inside. The fact that anyone could look at us and know exactly what we are doing turns me on so bad. He could pull me onto his lap and fuck me in front of all these people, and I would love it.”
Speaking of being in public, I suddenly become very aware that I’m on a crowded subway. I wonder if my face gives away what I’m listening to. Does anyone suspect that I’m listening to someone describe a woman getting fingered under the table? Everybody else has earbuds in too. Any chance one of them is also listening to smut? If the women are, not a single one of them shows the slightest hint of it.
Opening up my phone, I pull up my text chain with Abby and type out a message.
Me: Okay, how the hell do you do this?
Abby: Do what?
Me: Keep a straight face while you’re listening to the sexy scenes in this book.
She sends back a laughing emoji.
Me: I’m on the subway, and I’m worried that people are onto me.
Abby: How would they be onto you? Are you hard?
Well, her asking that certainly doesn’t help.
Me: Not yet. But if I keep listening, I might be.
Abby: What part are you at?
Me: He’s fingering her in the middle of the restaurant.
Abby: Oh, yeah. It’s just starting to get good.
My curiosity starts to come out.
Me: Do you like the public play stuff?
Abby: I don’t know. Never tried it.
Me: Is that something you want to try?
Those three little dots appear and vanish for what feels like an eternity.
Maybe I freaked her out.
Finally, I get a reply.
Abby: Yes.
Immediately, another text pops through before I can respond.
Abby: But I’d probably be too nervous to actually do it. I think I’d chicken out.
To be honest, public play isn’t something that’s ever been at the top of my list. Sure, it’s fun to sneak away and fool around or have a quickie. But I’m a little too territorial to take the chance on some other man seeing my woman come.
Same reason I’m not big on threesomes—even with another woman.
I don’t like to share.
Now, if my girl told me either of those things was on her list of fantasies she wanted to play, sure, of course, I’d do it.
They’re just not my cup of tea.
I type out another text.
Me: What are some things that you want to try?
Another long pause.
Abby: Hmm. Look, I haven’t done a lot. I’m sure you’ve done way more. I’m willing to defer to you.
Me: While I have a long list of things I want to do to you, I still want to give you exactly what YOU want.
The three little dots appear while she seemingly types out a long response.
Abby: I want you to make me come in every way you can think of. Maybe if I get brave enough, I’ll ask you to use those cuffs of yours on me. I want to try it all. With you.
Okay, now, I can feel my dick hardening in my jeans. No matter what dirty things the narrator is saying in my ear, reading dirty texts from Abby turns me on way more.
Me: Okay, now, I’m so turned on that I probably shouldn’t stand up for a while.
She sends back an emoji with hearts over the eyes.
Abby: So, you have a whole list of things you want to do to me, huh?
Me: Oh, yes, beautiful. The things I want to do to you could fill one of these dirty books of yours.
Abby: Care to elaborate?
Me: I’m scared if I do, I may never be able to stand up and get off of this subway.
Abby: So, I shouldn’t tell you how horny I am right now or how ready I am for you to come fuck me?
Dear God.
Me: How do you want it?
Abby: You know how I said the other night was vanilla? Let’s take it a step or two past that.
She’s so cute. Vanilla or not, sex with Abby is something special. And I love seeing her come out of her shell a little bit. I want to make her feel comfortable enough to where she gives me all she has.
But I won’t rush her.
We can take baby steps.
I type out my reply.
Me: Anything you want, beautiful.