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Esme had her own sexy secrets, and it turned out that our adventurous sides were evenly matched. Her eyes lit up when I brought out my toy box.
“You would not believe what I have to do to hide mine from my dad. He sometimes cleans in my room, so I’ve had to take extreme measures,” she said when we were taking a break and decided to take a shower.
“I usually take the batteries out of my vibrators, but once, I forgot one. Of course it somehow turned itself on while my mom was having a party at our house. I blame mean ghosts trying to fuck with me. It was in a drawer, and it was so loud.”
Esme was trying not to laugh, but completely failing. I didn’t blame her, it was a hilarious story. I’d be laughing if it hadn’t happened to me.
“There was a lull in the conversation and someone said ‘what’s that?’ and I basically sprinted to my room to turn it off before my mom could get there ahead of me. I shut the door right in her face and she got mad, but at least we never had to speak of it again. She pretends that it never happened and so do I.”
I turned the shower on and Esme brought out her hair stuff.
“I’m trusting you with this,” I said. “Meaning my hair.” It might not be as pretty or as long as hers, but I did value it.
“You’ll be fine, I swear. It’s all-natural stuff. See?” She showed me the container and then shoved me under the spray to wet down my hair before slathering the stuff on and then turning so I could do the same for her.
We both rinsed the stuff out after a few minutes and then she wrapped herself in one of my towels and I put on a robe.
“I meant to bring a robe, but I completely forgot. Next time,” she said. I had to fight to not scream with excitement. This meant that she wanted to come over again. This was starting to be something.
She let me help her squeeze the water out of her hair and then braid it back for her.
“Wow, I am bad at braiding on another person. I’m so used to doing it on myself, but this is different.” I combed out the braid I’d started and attempted it again.
“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.
“I know. But I want it to look good.”
I wanted it to look good for her. I couldn’t articulate to her why this mattered to me.
Potato chose that moment to wander in and see what the hell we were doing. For a curious animal, he generally stayed away from my bedroom when he heard the buzzof a vibrator.
Good kitty.
“Hey, sweet boy,” Esme said, as Potato jumped on the bed for attention.
“Sometimes I think I should get him a friend so he’s not lonely,” I said. “I feel so bad that I’m gone for work all the time. I want a dog, but I don’t have the time for one.”
“I could bring Stormy over,” Esme said. “I feel bad leaving her alone too. She goes to doggie daycare during the day, and then Dad picks her up most days. Do you think Potato would be okay with having her come over?”
Potato looked at me as if he knew we were talking about him.
“Potato has met dogs before. I think he’d be fine, but we won’t know for sure until we try,” I said.
I really hoped Potato wouldn’t attack her dog. That might make our relationship complicated.
“I do have one question about dogs,” Esme said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Would you let Stormy sleep in this bed?”
“I mean, Potato does whatever the hell he wants, so I don’t see how that’s any different.”
Esme rubbed Potato’s belly. “That’s because you don’t have to share a bed with a large dog on a regular basis. When I got her, I literally bought a bigger bed so I wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor.”
I had definitely spent my fair share of nights sleeping badly because of Potato. For a while, he decided that he needed to sleep on my head like a hat. That had been rough.
“Stormy is welcome here,” I said, patting the bed.
