rick continues, “You’ve been with this guys for what? 6 months? You’re going to get fucking lonely. And you don’t want to go back to relationship that you know is shit because your body has needs, okay?”
“So what if I could take care of it myself?” I ask. “Maybe I have a whole chest of sex toys.”
Derrick cocks an eye. “Oh really,” he says. “Tell me one thing that you have.”
Right. I have nothing. And nothing to say either.
Derrick continues and I listen to him in silence, trying my best to glare. He continues, “And if you don’t do something about it, Daphne, you and I are going to get in trouble. I know you’re not the kind to go around and casually sleep around with blokes. So fuck me, it’s going to be me. You’re too fucking gorgeous.”
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.