Whispering Wishes (13 page)

I raise my eyebrows and casually mark the little box next to those two items on my order form that is in my pleasure portfolio.
Reaching forward, I pour myself another glass of wine, only now aware that two more bottles have magically appeared. Taking a sip, I think that maybe this party isn’t so bad after all.

“The next item is a glittering body cream.
If your lover is going to do a little light snacking,” I choke on my wine and everyone giggles, “this is a great cream to have. It’s great to apply before a night out on the town. Use it immediately after your shower and apply like any other lotion. It stays on your skin for hours and will be a nice treat for your guy. It comes in a variety of flavors.”

She takes tubes of the product and hands the first one
to me and the other one to Manda at the other end of our group. “Take a little bit and smooth it onto your inner wrist and then give it a lick.”

I just stare at the tube in my hand for a minute until Mischa elbows me
. “Go on, give it a lick,” she giggles.

I roll my eyes at her and smooth some on my wrist.
I give it a second and then hesitantly lick it. Wow. Not bad. I lick again and pass it to Mischa, but not before looking at the bottle. The flavor is strawberries and cream. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

I casually check the box next to this product
, too, seeing it comes in other flavors like mango and even chocolate. I decide to stick with the strawberry flavor, even after the other ones make their rounds. Not only is it my favorite taste, in my opinion, strawberry smells the best, too.

With the aroma of strawberries lurking in my recent memory, the idea of a piece of tropical fruit seems fitting.
So, I pick up a piece of banana, dip it gingerly in the chocolate sauce, being sure not to double dip and realize there are no forks. I’m not fully capturing the conversation, and am unaware of what product is being shown. Rather, I’m concentrating on not getting the chocolate sauce all over me or on anything around me. I finally think of a solution and lean my head back and wrap my lips around the banana. I almost choke when I hear, “What is your opinion of the Masturbation Egg, Aspen?” Oh my God. I roll my eyes downward and realize that everyone in the room is looking at me with my lips wrapped around a banana in what I now realize is in a sexual manner. I quickly bite off the piece of banana in my mouth and remove the rest to the plate in front of me. Everyone is roaring. I think the room temperature just increased several degrees. Oh well, so much for my discretion.

Other crazy creams and lotions make their way around the group.
A cream that you put on your breasts that makes them tingle and taste good when your guy licks your nipples, all kinds of lubricants and things called slick sticks. There is even a cream that you put into your vagina that’s supposed to enhance sensation during intercourse.

After the creams, the very first vibrator make
s its appearance and it is one hell of a doozy. “This vibrator is called Buzz, Light, and No Fear. Ladies, it’s true what they say, if you have the right vibrator, a man is purely optional. And this is especially true if using this bad boy; it will do it all for you.”

We all laugh, and I drink some more of my wine.
This is a little embarrassing, but I admit, I am very intrigued. “Holy shit,” Irina says, “that thing looks like a fucking light saber.”

We all crack up.
“Funny you should say that,” Leslie says, “because it does light up and glow like one. That way if you are pleasuring yourself or using it with your lover in the dark, you will definitely be able to find it.”

“Sure, find it, but forget the lover,” Celeste suggests.

She hands it to me and I almost drop it, making Mischa crack up. “Don’t you know how to handle a dildo, Aspen?”

“
Whoa, Mischa, I guess the question is do you? You sound all experienced and shit.”

She just laughs and I amuse myself by trying all the different speeds.
It doesn’t move but it sure as hell emits some powerful vibrations in various tempos and speeds. It even pulses in rhythmically ways. I pass it to Mischa and laugh as her eyes widen as she examines it.

The next dildo she holds up makes me laugh before she even says a word.
It looks like a hugely engorged cock. Like huge. “Holy hell!” I yell. “Would that even fit in my coochie?”

Meg laughs so hard
that wine comes out her nose. Others laugh too, holding their stomachs and I just shrug and pour another glass of wine. When Meg regains her composure she asks, “Coochie?”

“What?
I’m not about to say pussy.” Everyone loses it once again. Oh Lord, we are a bunch of grown women acting like we just saw a penis for the first time or something.

“This is called The Purple Thunder Bolt.
It’s our ultra dildo. These various knobs that come out of it stimulate the inside of your vagina, and the curve is to help hit your g-spot. I definitely suggest purchasing one of our lubes to go along with this one.”

“You think?” Irina snorts, making me laugh.

She hands it to Irina and she acts like she’s going to suck on it and then we all laugh even more. When she makes gagging noises, I lose it and it takes a long time to calm down. I start to pour another glass of wine, when Mischa holds out a hand to stop me, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, what the hell?
Besides, you’re driving and you haven’t even finished one glass.”

“You sure you want to deal with the hangover one mor
e glass is going to give you?”

“Ugh, good point.”
She smiles at me when I place the glass back on the table. I’m going to hate myself tomorrow already, and she knows it. Luckily, I also know she will show up at my house with some kind of hangover tonic she makes me drink that always makes me feel better. Not that I need it that often.

The second half of the night continues on much like the first
with Leslie showing us various dildos and other contraptions that look like torture devices. She also has an array of condoms, sexy edible underwear, garters, and a vast supply of other paraphernalia. When Leslie asked for a volunteer, Irina obliged and Leslie locked her in a spreader. That was pretty damn hilarious. I can’t imagine ever wanting one of those. I think it’s safe to say bondage isn’t really my thing.

“Okay ladies, before we go into the room for everyone to place their orders, I am placing the forms you all filled out at the beginning of the party into a jar.
Meg, as hostess, you will receive whatever the winner gets, as well as 25% off if the orders tonight are over two hundred and fifty dollars.”

Meg cheers and we all clap.

“Okay, all the papers are in here. Meg, can you please pick one out of the jar?”

She holds the jar out to Meg and she hands the paper she selects to Leslie without looking at it first.

“The winner is…. Aspen!”

I gasp. I am excited even though I have no clue what I’ve won. When she places a huge gift basket full of dildos and lubricants and creams in my lap, I’m struck speechless. There are many - the Eager Beaver, the Magic Wand, Tofu (the meat substitute), in addition to Buzz, Thunder Bolt, and a couple of others whose names I have forgotten. They’re of various shapes, sizes, and colors and have different features, and they are all placed in the basket like they are suckers. Sticking straight up. Ready for the taking. I start laughing. And laughing.

“I will never need a man now!
I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.”

Mischa is laughing so hard tears are coming out of her eyes
. “I know. I’m thinking the same thing. I’ve had THE WORST luck lately. Doesn’t it just figure when things go my way it’s when I win a basket of dildos?”

“Can’t… breathe…” Mischa can’t stop laughing.
It makes me laugh even harder. Well cool. Now I can cross dildos off my things to buy list. I certainly don’t need to order one of those now. Win!

Leslie takes us all into a room when it’s order time, and when my turn comes, I hand her my form.
I’ve been marking things that interest me all night, but I’m still shocked when she tells me my total. Oh well, what the hell? I lost my job, broke my car, and I’m homeless among other things. But life is grand because at least when I’m down and all else fails, I have a basket full of dildos!

It’s a good
thing Mischa drove to the party, because by the time we leave, I’m rather wasted. I’m holding onto my basket of dildos like it’s going to disappear. Leslie was even thoughtful enough to make sure that the battery operated ones have batteries in them. They are ready to rock and roll.

“Look at this one!” I show Mischa
. “It turns and moves and everything! Leslie says that you just rock it back and forth and it will stimulate your clit and hit your g-spot
at the same time
. This thing is like revolutionary, Mish.”

“That’s nice.
I’m sure it will be lovely.”

I snort at her pacifying comment
. “I bet it will be better than lovely. Leslie said that a g-spot orgasm is the best gift you can give yourself.”

“I know, I was there
, too, remember?”

“I know you were there silly willy nilly!”
I reach over and tap her on the nose just for good measure. She’s super cute, my best friend.

When we pull into my driveway, Mischa is at my door in a second.
“Mish, I don’t need your help. I got this.”

“I know you do.
Just let me help you though because it makes
me
feel better, okay?”

“Oh, alright.”

She helps me in the door and I place my basket of treasures and my shopping bag full of the items I bought on the couch. I give her a hug. “Love you Missshhhhhaaaa. Thanks for bringing me home and coming with me.”

“Of course, do you want me to help you get changed for bed or anything?”

“No, I’m fine. I feel perfectly fine.”

“Okay then.
Be sure to lock this door behind me, okay?”

“Will doooo,” I sing-song.

“Alright, call me tomorrow, okay?”

“I will, I promise.”
I make the motion of crossing my heart and then give her a finger wave.

With a smile, Mischa leaves and I lock the door behind her as promised.
I watch out the peep hole and make sure she’s gone before I turn my porch light off, grab my goodies, and head to my room.

I feel amazing right now.
The party was a lot of fun, and I have to admit, I’m really curious to use one of my toys. All the talk about what they can do for me makes me pretty excited, I can’t lie.

I take off my clothes and begin to rummage through a partially packed box, looking for pajamas.
I abandon the task, deciding to take a quick shower. Setting the water at a semi-cool temperature, I put my face under the spray letting it sober me up a little, the coolness bringing clarity. When I’m done, I walk naked back to my room, and look at the basket of goodies, trying to decide which one to take for a test drive. I select the one I was just talking to Mischa about, the one that we were told vibrates, stimulate the clit, and hits the g-spot. Why the hell not?

Taking out the toy cleaner I bought, I give it a good cleaning then take out my brand spanking new lube.
Leslie said this stuff is great, so I took her word for it. I’ve never used lube before and have no clue. I open it and squirt a bunch on the dildo and some of it flies all over the place and even smacks me in the face. Awesome.

I lie back, turn it on, and timidly touch the device to my most sensitive area.
At first, I feel kind of silly. Wondering if perhaps I built this up too much in my mind ahead of time, that thought quickly flies out of my mind. “Holy hell!” The vibration feels amazing and I don’t even have it inside yet.

I’m quickly feeling good and before I can help it, images of Wes pop in
to my mind. I picture his full lips, his eyes shining at me and then I imagine what they would look like when the color deepens with lust. I imagine running my fingers over his short Mohawk, and then grabbing his head and pushing it in between my breasts. I touch my breasts with one hand, teasing them and gently pinching my nipples, imagining my hand is actually Wes’.

I picture him rolling his tongue over my nipples, biting gently, and then blowing on them.
In my mind, he backs away from me with a knowing smirk on his face, and then slowly takes his shirt off exposing the toned and muscular body I knew his shirt was hiding. In my imagination, he even has a tattoo on his shoulder blade.

His eyes look down my body and when he looks at me, I see pleasure there, telling me he likes what he sees.
With a smile, I imagine he licks one of his fingers and places it inside me at the same time I put the vibrator there, and let out a low, long moan.

“Oh my
God.” This thing feels amazing. I work it in and out and I picture Wes smiling at me the whole time. I close my eyes and imagine that he’s inside me, working me over, making me feel good.

He moves in and out, and his cries match my own.
I can feel my orgasm rising deep in my belly and I imagine clenching his back, my fingernails digging into skin, and pulling him closer to me. He kisses me and when his mouth meets mine, it’s glorious. I see fireworks behind my eyes; every part of me feels like an exposed wire. When the crescendo in my body reaches its peak, I tumble over the edge and it leaves me gasping and panting.

I imagine Wes smiling with his own feelings of appreciation
. As I come down from the amazing high, I’m sad when I finally open my eyes and find he’s not really there. I’m alone.

Oh hell.
I’ve got it bad.

The last couple
weeks have been crazy busy. I very happily turned in my chicken suit and laughed when they tried to convince me to stay longer, stating I was one of the best dancing chickens they’d ever had. I thanked Mick, but politely told him where he could mail my check and bonus since he was counting Wes and a couple others as my accomplishments since they went in while I was dancing on the corner.

I’ve been to D’Vine to accept the employment opportunity, complete the necessary paperwork, and started training with Angela, one of the sweet girls that is also a hostess.
I really like her a lot and look forward to getting to know her more. My schedule is part time for now, and Mischa and I worked on a schedule for Moonstones around my hours at D’Vine.

In between all the excitement, packing up my home is quite the job.
I’m already exhausted. Mischa and Meg are a huge help and the last minute garage sale they helped me organize was a huge success, earning me quite a bit of extra money. I’m grateful to them for the idea even if we did have a few arguments along the way. I chuckle to myself remembering arguing over a coconut monkey head my mom gave me. She was so excited when she brought it back for me from Hawaii, but even I had to admit, it’s super creepy. So creepy in fact, that I kept it in a cupboard. They insisted I also sell random clothes that didn’t fit any longer and books I had several copies of as well as furniture I had stored but never used.

Downsizing is a good thing since most of my belongings will be placed into a storage facility I rented.
Aside from my bedroom furniture, Wes told me his house is completely furnished, so I won’t need most of what I own. Thank goodness he offered to help me decide what furniture to bring and which should go into storage. He told me not to worry, that he would even help me get the things to storage himself, which is really nice of him.

I’m working on placing some last minute things in boxes from my dresser drawers in my bedroom when the doorbell rings.
Opening the door, I find Wes standing there. Even though I’ve been at D’Vine for training, I’ve only seen him a couple times since my epic fantasy and each time my face flushes when the memory assaults me. Thank goodness he doesn’t seem to notice or at least if he does, he’s not saying anything.

“Good morning!
Happy moving day!” I’m surprised when he hands me a cup, “Caramel macchiato right? Your favorite from there?”

“Yes, thank you.”
I take a sip. “Mmmm, how did you know my favorite?”

He grins and I instantly look at his lips.
Shit!
I quickly move my eyes back to his. “I have my ways,” he teases.

“I’m glad you do, it’s delicious.
Come on in.”

“You look cute,” he says
, flicking my high ponytail. I look down at my attire of sweats that say “Juicy” on the butt, a t-shirt, and my black chuck tennis shoes. I wrinkle my nose at the word “cute”. Like I’m a bunny or something. “It looks like you’ve gotten a lot packed up. I guess you didn’t really need my help like you said, huh?”

“I made do, but it was nice of you to offer. Mischa and Meg came over and helped a lot.
I still have a few things to pack up in my room, but for the most part, I’m ready to start loading up. Did you get the truck from your friend?”

“You could say that.”

I look at him curiously, but just shrug my shoulders and head back to my room with him following close behind.

“Nice place.
I can see why you like it so much.”

“Yes it is.
I’m a little sad today, but I’m trying not to think about it too much.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me
. “Well I will do my best to distract you.”

I smile at him and turn to my dresser and continue emptying out the drawers.

“What can I do to help?
Anything else left to pack up in here?”

“Actually yes.
I’ve gotten everything for the most part from my closet, except I need to pack up my shoes. Would you mind doing that?”

“No, not at all, but I would rather pack up your lingerie drawer.”

I laugh. “Sorry. Already did it this morning,” I thoughtlessly point at the box that’s lying open at the end of the bed. To my horror, he walks over to the box.

“Oh yeahhhh?”
He actually opens it a little and peeks in side.

“Hey!”

He pulls out a pair of my brand new
Period Panties
. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? I have to say this isn’t what I expected.” He’s looking at -and laughing at- my Angry Beaver panties and waving them around in the air.

“Hey!
Don’t knock those. They are my new
period panties
.”

He chokes on his laughter
. “
Period panties
? What the hell is that?”

“It’s just like it sounds.
They are panties you wear when you are on your period.”

I laugh when he drops them back in the box with a horrified look on his face.
“What else have you got?” He also pulls out my pairs of Hell Fire, Bleeder of the Pack and Rainbow First Blood designs and takes in each one with a mystified look on his face.

That’s what he gets for going through my stuff.
He puts them back and I think he’s finally given up until he pulls out a black lace thong. He looks at me and I see merriment twinkling in his eyes. “This,” he holds them in one hand and points at them with the other, “is what I’m talking about. Hot, very sexy.”

“Alright
! Enough with the panties. You want me to move in with you, you respect my privacy, got it?” I’m smiling at him because really, they are only panties. It isn’t a big deal – just mildly embarrassing.

“Got it,” he salutes me and drops them back in the box. “Off to pack some shoes.”