38. Miley
B linking my eyes open, I stretch against the comfort of the mattress and notice light streaming in from a window. I stare at it, realizing it is not my window and this is not my bed. A smile tugs at my lips because I remember I'm in Rohit's bed and it is so sumptuous. Way more comfortable than my residency-issued mattress. I want to lie here all day in the softness of his sheets and the smell of him on the pillows.
With a sigh, I close my eyes and allow myself to wallow in the luxury of his blankets. I don't know if I actually fell back to sleep or was just lost in a state of contented bliss. It’s past noon when I finally wake up and look at my phone.
I almost never sleep this late, but my body is so relaxed I can't help but give into the tranquility. I could happily continue laying here all day, but a flurry of texts from those awake at a regular hour force my attention.
RUBY
How was your “hospital emergency?”
MOM
Is everything okay at the hospital? Are you still working? I didn’t realize you were on call
AUNT SUE
I can’t believe your mother actually thinks you had a hospital emergency
She was always so gullible
ROHIT
Good morning sleepyhead
Feel free to have whatever you want around the apartment
There’s a coffee machine on the counter and eggs in the fridge
I decided to respond to Rohit first.
I JUST woke up
What kind of spell have you cast on me?
It was my turn to kidnap you
I plan on keeping you captive forever
My heart bursts a little at seeing those words.
It’s a little late for breakfast, but you can probably scrounge up some lunch in the fridge
I think there are some frozen Indian meals from Trader Joe’s in the freezer
DO NOT TELL MY MOTHER
There may also be some food from my mother, actually
I won’t tell your mom you eat Trader Joe’s frozen Indian food
If you don’t tell my mom where I ran off towhen I came for lunch yesterday
She thought I had a hospital emergency
I see no lies
I count every second my face is not buried in your pussy an emergency
My core heats immediately, and I feel a wetness pooling in my panties. An idea springs into my mind.
What time do you get off work again?
I don’t want to be presumptuous and assume that I can stay here.
I’ll be done at 2, and should be back by 2:30
Please stay, I’d love to see you after work
Ok, I’ll be waiting *Kissy face emoji*
I head to the fridge and find some of the aforementioned homemade meals, individually packaged in the freezer, that are probably from his mom. Each one is carefully labeled. I’m stealing a chicken vindaloo—even though it’s meant for her beloved son, I hope his mom doesn’t mind me enjoying it instead.
I look around for some silverware and plates and then heat up the food. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, I dig in and oh my god, this food is delicious. There are tender pieces of bite sized chicken with chunks of potato, smothered in a sauce that has such a bold curry flavor. Also, the spice level is perfection. Sometimes it’s difficult to find food spicy enough for the Asian palate, but I believe I have met my match. I am in love with Rohit’s mother.
After my meal, I wash the dishes and jump in the shower. The water pressure is excellent and I stay under the water longer than I should. When the water starts to run cold, I jump out and grab a towel.
I don’t have a change of clothes but I have something else in mind, anyway. I climb back into bed, butt naked, and turn on the TV while I wait.
I’m lost in an episode of Summerhouse, where people my age spend gobs of money renting a seasonal house in the Hamptons. It strikes me how different my life is, but right now, my life is looking pretty good. I’m engrossed in a petty argument about how chores are divided, when I hear his apartment door open.
“Goose?” Rohit calls out.
“In here!”
He sticks his head in the door. “Have you not gotten out of bed?” he asks incredulously.
“So what if I haven’t?” I ask back.
He smirks. “You deserve all the time off you get. Let me jump in the shower. I’m a sweaty, foul-smelling mess. I’ll be right back,” he says.
I take the opportunity to rip the blankets and sheets off, creep out of bed, and grab the new toy he bought me. With a mischievous grin, I climb back onto the bed and wait anxiously for his return. Even if I’m still nervous, I’m ready for this next step.
I lie down as gracefully as possible, which is not at all graceful, and assume the most “paint me like one of your French girls” pose I can muster. I feel like an imposter, but I push away those feelings and channel a sexy goddess level of confidence.
The shower shuts off, and I hold my breath. A few seconds later, he walks out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water glistening his skin. He lifts his head, sees me, and stops dead in his tracks.
He swallows hard, opens his mouth, and then closes it. I seem to have rendered him speechless and this makes me feel a little braver. I pat the bed next to me.
He steps closer, and with a small tug of my fingers, I unwrap the towel that is precariously hiding all his goods. The towel drops to the ground with a wet thud. I have caught him off guard so he’s not hard yet.
I wrap my fingers around his dick and give it a playful tug. I sit up on the edge of the bed and look up into his eyes. His eyes that seem to change color only darken with desire.
“I…” Rohit swallows again, still having difficulty finding his voice. “I wasn’t expecting this nice surprise.”
I lean over and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, once, twice, and then take him into my mouth. His dick lengthens and grows inside my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat. I swallow down my gag reflex and pull back a little. Feeling him grow hard inside my mouth turns me on so much that I reach down and touch my clit, needing to feel pressure at my center. My fingers come away wet, as I then wrap them around his dick.
“As much as I am enjoying this, I had another idea,” I say, reaching for the box. Biting my bottom lip, I look up at him.
“Are you sure? I’d love to, obviously, but only when you’re ready,” he replies earnestly.
“I’m still not sure I’ll come, but I want to try, with you.” My voice is soft, but sure.
He sits next to me and kisses me softly. “I’d love that,” he says, taking the box and opening it. Tucked neatly inside is a purple C shaped vibrator with a flexible ring on one side and a single button on the other. There is also a manual, which Rohit ignores.
“How hard could this be?” He scoffs, pulling the vibrator out and tossing everything else onto the bedside table.
Turns out, pretty hard.
We first turn our attention to figuring out how to turn it on and play with all the different settings. Every time the button is pushed, it’s a different rhythm. We cycle through all of them and every time we say, “Hmm that could be nice.”
“But how exactly do we use it?” I ask.
“I think it goes inside you while I’m inside you?” he says, starting off confidently and then ending in a question, realizing the actual mechanics might be more difficult than imagined.
“Hand me the manual,” I say firmly, determined to figure this out.
He reaches to his bedside table and grabs the box again. When he leans back on the bed, I straddle his torso. He smiles as he hands the instructions to me.
I lean back, reaching behind me to give his dick a firm tug with one hand while holding the manual with my other.
“Don’t tease me like that,” Rohit growls.
I shrug, feigning innocence, and then turn my attention to the booklet. It opens up like a road map and I see a series of diagrams and pictures. There’s a picture of a man and a woman in an embrace, but she’s holding the toy in her hand. Not helpful.
Further down the page, there’s a cartoon graphic of a couple and it looks like the ring part of the toy is inside the woman, and the rest of the C arm rests on her clit.
“This makes sense,” I say confidently, pointing to the picture.
Rohit furrows his brow. “I’m game.”
I toss the manual aside once again.
Rohit reaches into his bedside drawer and grabs a condom. I take it from him and ever so slowly roll it onto his length, inch by inch.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Rohit asks.
“It’s called foreplay, Rohit,” I tease.
“Two can play this torture game,” he smirks.
He reaches underneath me and inserts a finger into my pussy, then draws them away slick with my desire. Ever so slowly, he slides his touch up my slit. He takes his cock and glides it up and down my opening, teasing me open, but not filling me.
I clench my legs together, needing to feel him inside me immediately. I grab his cock and place it at my opening. I lift my hips and slide his cock inside me, filling me to the brim. I can feel him twitch as I squeeze around him.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans out. He involuntarily rolls his hips once and we both moan with pleasure.
I grab the toy that’s been sitting next to us and reach down. I squeeze the O shaped ring as instructed in the manual and try to insert it inside me. It doesn’t budge. I try again, but make no progress. I look down and see there is no space between his cock and my tight walls.
I frown. “Umm Rohit, there’s no way this is gonna go in.”
“It has to! Every single review was good!” he exclaims.
I let out a loud laugh. “You read all the reviews?”
“Of course I did! I do my research before I buy something!” he says with a strangled chuckle. Then we both dissolve into laughter. I’m turned on, but also so at ease with him that we can laugh about this situation.
“Maybe the reviews will have some secret on how to use this thing,” I wonder out loud, as I catch my breath.
“I don’t remember seeing anything like that, but we can look again,” Rohit says.
He tells me the name of the website he got the toy from as I reach for my phone and search for it. I’m not surprised at how expensive it is, but ignore that to scan through a few reviews. There’s nothing helpful, but he is right, every review is five stars.
I do a Google search instead—god help me, that no one will look at my search history—and I find the jackpot.
“Reddit,” I say, clicking on the link. “Reddit is always the answer.”
I read out loud, “This toy is great, but there is a learning curve. The toy must be inserted first. Oh, that’s where we went wrong.” I continue reading, “Hold on to the outside of the C arm so it doesn’t shift, while your partner goes in, using A LOT of lube.”
“Lube!” he exclaims. “We’re gonna be swimming soon. You’re already soaking wet!”
I giggle as he grabs the lube from his bedside table. I continue reading, “New users may find it easiest to enjoy this toy in missionary position.” Before I know what’s happening, Rohit wraps an arm around my waist and rolls me underneath him. I see a flash of heat in his eyes before he smiles, slowly pulling out of me. I groan, suddenly feeling empty.
He palms his cock and gives it two strokes as he watches me reach down and put the toy inside my pussy.
I hold on to the outside end of the toy and position his cock at my opening. He puts some more lube on the tip of his penis and he thrusts hard into my pussy.
I gasp with surprise. I feel so full and it’s just the right amount of pressure. I then raise my hands in triumph! “We did it!”
Rohit laughs and asks, “How do we turn it on now? I’ve never used a toy on myself before. I’m kinda scared!”
I reach my hand between us. The outside C arm sits just over my clit and between our two bodies. It’s not uncomfortable and actually feels quite nice. I fumble around a bit until I find the button.
I press it once to turn it on.
I press it one more time to increase the speed and the force of the vibrations.
“Oh my god,” Rohit lets out a guttural moan so loud, I feel it in my bones. “That feels… oh my god, goose.” Rohit has been rendered speechless and I feel exactly the same.