Chapter 35
POPPY
JETT
First order of business, did you get the package I sent you?
Yes, I just haven’t had time to open it.
I glance over at the brown box that has been sitting on my counter since this morning. I put it there, not knowing what it was, and fully intended on opening it. But Ethan called from the café because Maryann was back for her oat milk matcha latte, and I’ve been busy ever since.
I wander over to it and pull a knife out of my knife block, sliding it through the clear tape on top. I remove the packaging from inside and pull out another box. The picture on the outside indicates that this is some sort of device… I turn the box over and read the description.
Silicone Rabbit-Style Vibrator for G-spot & Clitoral Stimulation.
The familiar heaviness lands at the apex of my thighs as I take it out of the package and turn it over in my hands, imagining what I would even do with this, where I would even begin. I press the button on the side of it and it buzzes to life, making me jump. I shut it off quickly.
Snapping a quick picture of it, I send it to Jett with a question mark. I hop up onto my kitchen counter and sit, examining the hot pink rubber.
It’s a vibrator.
Duh.
I reply, but there’s a grin on my face at the way Jett and I have been texting lately. Like we’re comfortable with each other. Like this could be more than just a PR relationship.
I didn’t know if you’d know what it was.
I’ll admit, I had to read the description.
I thought it would be good for you if you’re having a flare but still wanted to… you know. There’s some lube in the box, too.
My heart clenches at the attentiveness behind the gesture. I never told him, but after my night exploring my own body, my hands were a little stiff and sore in the morning. I did wonder how I would manage if I was actually having a flare, and now I don’t have to.
There aren’t many people who understand my illness the way I do. Who see the daily ways that I make accommodations for myself, and can anticipate what my needs might be.
How thoughtful of you… thank you
Are you going to give it a test run?
Now?
Yes, now.
My pulse thrums in my ears as I wander over to the bedroom and shut the door so I can have privacy from Cordelia.
I take off my clothes and position myself on the bed, letting my knees fall wide.
Applying some of the lube, I turn on the vibrator and am about to place it…
When my phone screen lights up with another text.
Don’t leave me hanging, Poppy. Tell me what you’re doing, it’s part of the lesson.
Are we sexting right now?
Duh.
I smile to myself and try to come up with something sexy to say back.
How does one sext?
Another text comes through as I’m thinking.
Tell me what you’re doing with that vibrator.
I remember the vibrator, and turn it back on, placing it over my sex.
The buzzing sensation seems to jolt through my whole body, and I remove it, the feeling almost too intense.
But now my body wants more, and I’m swollen with need, so I put it back, softer this time.
I manage to type out a text with one hand.
Using it where your tongue was last night
And? Which one do you enjoy more?
I can barely concentrate on reading, let alone typing, as the vibration creates an intense tingling sensation that radiates through my core. As pleasurable as it is, it doesn’t top how Jett made me squirm.
I’m trying to pretend it’s you.
Good girl.
Fuck, I’m so hard right now thinking about you.
I ease the vibrator into my opening, hesitant at first, but I get the hang of it. The vibrator stretches me the way Jett did with his fingers. This time, there’s a twinge of discomfort, but as my body relaxes, pleasure takes it’s place.
The smaller extension connects once again with my clit, and I let out a moan that I wish Jett could hear. Based on the way he’s finished just by touching me, something tells me he gets off on my pleasure alone.
This vibrator is changing my life. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out for so long.
You don’t know the half of it yet. I’ll have a lot more to show you once I get home.
A ripple of excitement takes over me, and I let my mind wander to all the things Jett and I could do together. Most of which, I can’t even imagine, and somehow that’s even more thrilling.
I drop my phone and close my eyes, sliding the vibrator in and out, the changing sensations causing my pleasure to build and build until I cry out, my release wracking my body.
I heave a sigh, and flop back on my pillow.
And then I get an idea. I’ve seen people do this in movies and TV shows. I get up and rummage around in the back of my underwear drawer until I find what I’m looking for.
In and amongst the rest of my days-of-the-week undies and cotton t-shirt bras, I locate a black lace one that Wren bought me for my very first Crush date earlier this year. Little does she know, it never saw the light of day.
Until now.
I doubt she would approve of me using it in this circumstance, but that’s neither here nor there.
Tugging it on, I clasp it behind my back and then adjust my boobs so they’re sitting nicely. I’ve never had much in the way of cleavage, having always been a proud member of the itty-bitty titty committee, but the push up style works miracles.
I pull on the matching black lace thong, and position myself on the bed, laying on my stomach. The angle allows me to snap a sexy picture, cleavage on full display, and the curve of my ass visible behind me.
Nerves buzz under my skin as I type out a message and hit send.
Looking forward to it