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“Lock the door,” I say to her and she grins back at me standing.
“Here …” she commands and she gives me the dildo. “Make it warm, really warm.”
As she moves to the door and I hear the lock catch I mimic her actions. Slipping the glass between my lips. It feels foreign, there is no give in the material, just a hard thick mass between my lips.
“Deeper.” She directs me as she steps round to my side of the desk and with her palm, she pushes my knee guiding my wheeled chair back so she can step between my parting thighs. I push the glass further into my mouth and I suck a little harder. The sensation is not unpleasant but the tingles I feel between my thighs are from the anticipation of what is to come. Not the action itself.
She takes the base away from me and slowly, gently guides it from my mouth. My lips ride over the curves until it frees with a light pop. “Open your legs.” And I do, sliding them wide. “Take off your panties.” The word take has barely left her lips before my ass is rising up off the chair and I pull them and my panties down all the way to the floor. I slip one ankle free, leaving the other tangled just so I can part my legs quickly.
She is clumsy and I know it is on purpose. She lets the glass lazily slide up my inner thigh and my flesh makes it warmer and warmer. She lowers to a kneel and hooks my knees under her arms dragging me to the edge of my seat so she can access me with no restrictions.
She parts my vulva a little with one hand and I watch as she brings the smooth tip to my folds. She runs it through slowly, letting me adjust and adapt to the texture and feel of the glass. Up and down she makes the tip swirl, rimming my entrance in slow circles. She increases the pressure a bit at a time until I feel myself spread and the glass dildo slips inside me.
I grip the handle of the chair hard as I let out a soft low moan. I feel suddenly very full and it feels good. Arya has the palm of her other hand pressing down on my pubic bone and her thumb expertly tending to my swollen hungry clit.
I thought my body would reject the glass, I thought it would feel like a foreign object that shouldn’t be anywhere near me, never mind inside me. But it felt so good as the temperature changed from cool to hot inside of me, it slid slickly in and out of me and the curved spheric ridges made my muscles ripple each time she thrust it inside me and more so when she pulled it back.
I am building fast … my wetness coats the glass and she moves faster and faster in and out of me while her thumb remains painfully slow on my clit.
“Please,” I begged with barely a whisper and she looks straight at me.
“You want to orgasm for me, Juliet? You want to come with this big thick glass dildo stretching you open for me? You want to climax so hard you’ll ache all day for me?”
I can feel the sweat on my skin, the trickle of my wetness running between my legs onto the chair.
“Yes … fuck … yes … please …” and as I murmur and plead, she presses her thumb harder giving my clit the pressure I need.
My climax comes within seconds. Uninhibited. Unashamed. My toes curl and my head falls backward. I try my best not to make a sound but I hear muffled moans escaping my lips. The moment it starts to subside, Arya slides the dildo out of me. She is there to comfort, to bring me down slowly. To wrap me up in affection so I can fly higher and higher even though the shudders have begun to slow.
“Wow.” I manage to say after what feels like hours.
“Wow indeed.” She replies with a cheeky smile.
12
They say that if one thing is going well in your life, you can almost guarantee another will totally fall apart. I have never really placed much in that theory. I have always lived a balanced and well-adjusted life. But with the kind of intensity I was experiencing with Arya, it was almost inevitable that something else would break.
Our one time thing, turned into a casual thing, which lasted weeks, which then drew into months. The only problem is that with every passing day my feelings for her only grow in intensity. I have numerous times had to stop myself from saying the three words that would send her speeding out of my life like a rocket launching.
But just because I haven’t say them, doesn’t mean I don’t feel them. Arya and I spend four or five nights a week together and all of our days off when our schedules align. My routine revolves around her, my mood reflects the amount of time we have spent together and I find myself getting snippy if too much time has passed without her warm eyes and enchanting smile lighting up my day.
I tried to fight it and tell myself that eventually, we would burn out. That the sex would lose its spark, that friendship would become the defining definition of our relationship. But even when I said it to myself the words sounded hollow and I didn’t really believe it.
The push came from an unexpected direction.
It is not unusual for me to get calls from unknown numbers. I have never been a two mobile kind of person, instead opting to combine my work and personal phone by just having a dual sim. So, when unknown flashed on my screen it was usually something hospital related so I answer it with no qualms.
“Dr. Sansus,” I say.
There is a pause and I wait … “Hello …?”
“Juliet?”
Matt no longer holds the power to make my knees go weak. His voice doesn’t inspire a burst of love or warmth or affection. But there is a tightness in my heart at the familiarity of his voice.
“Matt?” I questioned, though there was no doubt it was him. Just surprise.
“Yes. It is me. I am sorry I withheld my number. I wasn’t sure you would answer if you knew it was me calling.” He says with a chuckle and I can picture him giving that schoolboy cheeky smile that could melt a million hearts.
