Something So Perfect (Something So 2)

“Are we going to watch Below Deck naked?” she asks, making fun of me and my new rule.

“Très drôle!” Very funny, I tell her. “Make yourself at home. I’m going to go get dressed. I wasn’t expecting company today,” I tell her, walking up the stairs, throwing on a pair of shorts and a team T-shirt with Matthew’s name on it.

I walk downstairs right when Matthew walks in. He’s in his team tracksuit, scruff on his face, baseball cap backward. He takes off the jacket, leaving him in the same shirt I’m wearing just bigger and tighter on him. His muscles fill it out. My mouth waters watching him. He tosses the keys on the table, his smile lighting up.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly, walking to me while I stand on the last step, “and she’s wearing my name.” His arms wrap around my waist, picking me up. My arms wrap around his neck, my face going into his neck. He smells of his soap, so I know he showered at the rink.

“Excuse me, I hate to interrupt first base, but,” Vivienne says, leaning against the door to the living room. “Oh, presents,” she says, spotting the box, clapping her hands together once she puts her cup down.

“Um,” Matthew says, putting me down. “I think.” He doesn’t say anything else since Vivienne picks up the knife and cuts open the top of the box.

Once the box is open, she throws her hands up in the air, laughing. “Home run. It’s going to be a home run.” She laughs, picking up a box that’s inside the box. “Look at all this,” she continues while she takes box after box out of the box.

I walk over to the table. Picking up the box, my eyes go wide. It’s a sex box. Not just a little sex box, it’s filled with everything I think this company sells.

A vibrator, a rabbit vibrator, anal plugs, cuffs, a clit vibrator, bullets, cock rings, lubes, lotions, edible stuff, a cheerleading costume that’s so small it fits into the palm of my hand.

“Oh. My. God. Are you insane? You just threw my vibrator out the window two weeks ago. Now you got me not one, but a million,” I say, trying to put everything back in the box, but I’m failing since Vivienne is still pulling things out. I look back at Matthew, who comes in and throws himself on the couch, picking up the box of nipple clamps.

“I ordered a treasure chest that only I will have the key for, so I’m locking it all up when I leave. Besides, that was yours, this is ours!” he says matter-of-factly.

“Oh, this is my favorite toy,” Vivienne says while she holds up what is called Eve’s triple pleasure rabbit. “I could go all day with this one. I usually last maybe a minute it’s so powerful. Don’t go full power or you’ll be done in thirty seconds flat.” She hands me the box and I take it in my hand. There are three parts to this vibrator, one for my pussy, one for my ass, and another for my clit. “Don’t blush, chéri,” she says to me while I stand here blushing because I’m actually standing in my living room with my best friend and my, I don’t even know what he is, my naked sleeping partner while we take in the box of dicks.

“I’m not blushing,” I tell her while I look at Matthew, who is now holding the anal plug trainer’s kit. “Is that for you?” I ask him while Vivienne snickers, pulling up the bondage kit.

“Babe, this is all yours.” He throws down another box next to him, grabbing the cheerleading outfit. Opening it, I see it’s a tube top and the smallest plaid skirt ever. “I want you wearing this tonight.”

“Naked, isn’t that what you said?” I put my hands on my hips while he leans in and grabs me to sit on his lap.

He pulls my head to him, whispering in my ear, “I want you wearing this while you bend over in front of me and I eat your pussy while I slip a plug up your ass.” He nips my earlobe. “We are doing all the bases tonight.” He kisses my neck while I sit on his lap completely aroused now.

Vivienne is pretending not to watch us but is smirking. She tosses me the lube. “For you right before you bend over.” She laughs, making Matthew throw his head back and laugh. It’s the first time he has laughed since that whole picture leaked.

I get up, grabbing all the things that are on the table, throwing them in the box, smacking Vivienne’s hands while she tries to take them back out. “Enough of this. You”—I point to Matthew—“take this upstairs to the attic. I’m not using any of this.” And then I point to Vivienne. “And you, you are on my side!”