Executive Engagement

Oh Jeez! Now he’s complimenting me.

“And you remind me too much of a girl I used to know. A girl that I’m realizing I was a fool to let go. If I ever had her in the first place,” he says.

Now my curiosity is unleashed. Could it be the story I’m looking for?

“Why?” I ask. Then I ask again with more urgency. “Who?”

He turns around and walks away, but stops before he crosses the threshold. “Her name was Alicia,” he says. “And I didn’t know it at the time, but seeing you, I can’t get away from the fact that I was in love with her, only I was too stupid to realize it.”

Oh. My.

I don’t know what to say.

Well, it’s a good thing he’s walking out of the apartment. Looks like this conversation was too much for him, too.

I hear the door shut below and Derrick call the elevator and I tremble.

Not because I'm grossed out. I should be, but all I can manage is a pathetic Ew. Gross. And that's only because you're watching.

I'm not grossed out.

I'm so incredibly wet. If I took my panties off right now and threw them against the wall, they’d stick to that wall.

Yes, it’s because I'm thinking about Derrick, okay? How he thought enough about me in his messed up way.

What is going on with him? He’s not supposed to be like this.

He took me out on a beautiful morning and he became a hero. He didn’t even get any of the credit.

Then, he went out to God knows where and bought me some pretty crazy sex toys.

Okay, the last one is a bit out there, but Derrick is completely out there. And when he was standing in my door, with no shirt that's showing off his rippling muscles and I can see the bulge in his crotch, it's a bit hard not to get turned on when I'm looking at nipple clamps and a vibrator.

I've never had a vibrator before.

I guess I've always sort of wanted a vibrator, but I was too embarrassed to go into a store on my own and buy it.

And now Derrick's bought one for me. Because he was worried about how I was going to get along without having sex with my boyfriend – who I’ve never had sex with before, ironically.

But there is someone I wish I could have sex with.

Don't give me that look. Please. It's not like I’m going to be like every other one of his stupid conquests. I can resist his charms.

But a girl can have fantasies, can’t she?

I decide that since he's out of the house anyways, I'm going to live a little and have a little bit of fun.

A wicked smile goes through my face and I jump off the bed and go to close my door. But, it's just me in the house. I'm going to leave it open. Feels a bit naughtier that way.

The only problem is; I have no idea how to use one of these things.

First I take the clamps, which I realize actually look quite delicate as I examine them. They’ve got some decorative design that makes them look a bit fancy, even sexy, but maybe that’s just my desperation for a sinful man I’ll try not to mention.

Seriously, this isn’t solely about Derrick. Stop looking at me like that; it really isn’t. Maybe he’s right, and I do just need to relieve some stress. Besides, I already told you this isn’t some savings account between my legs that only a future husband can access. I just haven’t found the right guy, and thank the heavens I didn’t give it up to Jake, because he turned out to be a real asshole.

Taking one clamp between my index finger and thumb, I open and close it a couple of times to see how it works. Seems simple enough. Placing it around my bottom lip, I giggle when it clamps down. I thought it would be painful, but it doesn’t bother my lip at all.