Chapter Thirty-Four #2
“That was amazing,” Poppy says when she’s finished.
Patricia moves off the bed, and Poppy thinks maybe she’s tired of fooling around. Failure—again! But then Patricia pulls something out of her nightstand drawer. Something purple. And big. A big, thick, veiny, purple penis.
She returns to the bed and places the dildo next to Poppy. Immediately, she resumes attending to her, licking her breasts and stroking her arms, her belly. She presses the dildo into Poppy’s hand.
“I want you to use this on me,” she says.
“Um, are you sure?” It seems a bit unnatural to her, but then she remembers how when she was hooking up with Bette, she herself craved penetration.
“Yes. And don’t be nervous. I’ll show you what I like,” Patricia says.
She guides Poppy’s hand with the dildo, pressing the thick head along her outer lips, then circling her clit. When Patricia starts to give in to it and lets her hand slip away, Poppy continues the motion on her own.
“Now press it against my clit. Yes, just like that, Now rub it up and down on that spot.” Poppy follows her directions. Patricia’s head tilted back, her breathing heavier. “Now inside,” Patricia says, moving the dildo toward her wet center. Poppy gingerly presses the tip inside.
“Fuck me, Poppy. Fuck me the way you like to be fucked,” Patricia calls out, thrusting her pussy up toward her. Good lord! Poppy feels way out of her depth. It just seems entirely wrong to stick this object inside someone.
“I … can’t,” Poppy says, her hand clutching the purple penis in a frozen position.
“Of course you can.”
“It seems like I’m going to hurt you. This thing is huge.”
Patricia sits up.
“I’m sorry,” Poppy says.
“Don’t worry about it.” Patricia gets out of bed and walks to the door of the bedroom.
“Are you leaving?” Poppy says, aghast.
“No! I’ll be right back.”
Poppy hugs her knees to her chest and hopes she didn’t just blow it. But Patricia quickly returns, holding a black box that looks like it could hold maybe one shoe.
“Open it,” she says, presenting it to her.
Poppy removes the lid to find an interior plastic cover, and underneath that a black satin pouch. Inside that is a sleek, black oblong object that’s smooth and tapered at the front.
“What’s this?”
“Gorgeous, right? It’s the Lelo ‘Ella’ dildo. I haven’t even used it yet. I thought maybe you’d be more comfortable with this one.”
Poppy holds the object in her hand, turning it around a few times. It does seem more inviting than the purple monstrosity.
Patricia resumes her position on the bed.
Poppy sits next to her, and Patricia pulls her down, kissing her, her hand moving between Poppy’s legs.
She strokes Poppy’s clit and tells her to finger her at the same time.
Poppy complies, and as she works her finger in and out of Patricia’s slick cunt, she wonders what that Lelo would feel like.
Patricia keeps the pressure on Poppy’s clit, refusing to move inside her.
It’s as if she wants Poppy to feel the absence of penetration, to be deprived the way she had deprived her of the purple dildo.
Poppy pulls Patricia’s hand lower, trying to get her to finger-fuck her, but Patricia refuses. For a second, Poppy stops the motion of her own hand, distracted by her frustration.
“Don’t stop!” Patricia says, and Poppy immediately resumes her in-and-out fingering, feeling Patricia’s body begin to contract against her hand.
Her pussy muscles are strong, and Poppy experiences the orgasm against her hand in a way that’s remarkable and exciting.
By now, her own pussy is throbbing, and she’s aching for the type of release she’d managed to give Patricia.
When Patricia finishes climaxing, she kisses Poppy hard on the mouth and presses the Lelo into her hand.
“I want you to be comfortable with this stuff,” she says hoarsely. “We’ll have fun with it. Try it. Make yourself feel good and let me watch.”
Poppy was so turned on, Patricia doesn’t need to ask twice.
She spreads her legs and strokes herself with the Lelo a few times before pushing it deep into her cunt, then draws it out slowly and presses it in again.
She moans, not at all self-conscious that Patricia is witnessing this incredibly intimate act.
Then, wordlessly, Patricia takes it from her.
She licks Poppy with a long, practiced stroke of her tongue, then works the Lelo firmly inside her.
“Does it feel good?” Patricia says.
“Yes.”
“Do you want it fast or slow?”
“Fast.”
Patricia works it in and out, and Poppy feels her pelvis moving with the Lelo as she would move with a guy. Her explosive orgasm forces a scream out of her, and she’s startled by her violent response to being fucked in that way.
Patricia lies next to her and pulls her close. They hold each other for a minute, and Patricia laughs.
“I don’t think you were scared of fucking me with that,” she says. “You just wanted it all to yourself.” She kisses the top of Poppy’s head.
“I had no idea it could be that good.”
“Baby, that was nothing. Tomorrow, I’m taking you toy shopping.”
Poppy likes the sound of that: tomorrow. But for now, she knows she should leave.
She stands to get her clothes and Patricia reaches for her.
“Where are you going?”
“It’s so late. I should get home.”
“I wish you’d stay,” Patricia says.
It’s the first time anyone has asked her to stay the night since she moved to New York. Poppy sinks back into bed, pressing herself against Patricia, who puts her arm around her. She’s never felt more content. Except …
“Does your cat sleep in the bed?”
“I’m a one-pussy woman, Poppy. The bed is just yours and mine.”