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He pulls me into an embrace and forces my chin up so I have to look him in the eyes. Still gripping me in a bear hug, he says, “I know this is new and a little overwhelming, but you’re not doing anything wrong. Just because you’rea momdoesn’t mean you’retoo oldto explore. Besides, when we were younger we didn’t even know about any of this.” He looks around him. “Did you know about any of this stuff?”
Shaking my head, I whisper, “I didn’t have a clue. I don’t even know what half of it is now.”
He nods reassuringly, then grips my shoulders. “Then let’s find out. What about this?”
He lets go of me and picks up the box nearest to him and we look at it together. I see that it’s one of the slim G-spot vibrators, so I whisper, “That’s a G-spot vibrator.”
“What’s it for?” He tilts his head to the side.
Are we really going to have this conversation in public?
I swallow hard before I say, “Well, the G-spot is on the front wall of the inside of the vagina. It’s like a button that’s a part of the clitoris, which isn’t only that little nub on the outside. It’s like an iceberg that goes inside.” I make an awkward hand gesture that’s supposed to be an iceberg and point to where the g-spot would be in relation. “It kind of looks like a fat wishbone to me. That area swells when a woman is turned on, like a man’s penis, but because it’s on the front side of the vagina, it’s kind of hard to reach with most positions.”
Dumbfounded, he nods his head. “How do you know all this? Better yet, why don’t I know all this?”
I laugh and say, “Don’t worry, I just found out last week. I started googling different things because I was worried something was wrong with me because I couldn’t orgasm during sex.” I shrug, embarrassed to admit it. “Turns out it’s actually pretty common, but the search lead me down a rabbit hole of all the things I didn’t know and all the things we’ve never tried.There’s a lot.”My eyes stretch to their widest size. “My mind has been spinning since, so when I saw all these options I kind of panicked.”
“Well, we have to find this spot.” He makes the awkward iceberg with his fingers and points to the dead middle. “Tonight.” He puts the package back on its hook and grabs my head.
“Tonight?” I swallow hard.
“No time like the present.” He teases and winks, then walks me over to a shelf with small boxes on it. He scans the boxes for a second and pulls one down and hands it to me. “Here.”
It’s a small oval-shaped silicone vibrator, no longer than two inches long and an inch thick, with two indents for fingers to hold on to it on the backside.
“It says it’s a finger vibrator. I figured we could start with this, and we can use it during sex or maybe I could hold it.” His eyes hold an eagerness I’ve never seen before.
I bite my bottom lip while I read the back of the box. It says it has three speeds and is a soft silicone to maximize pleasure, even comes with a finger tether so it won’t fall off too.
After a few moments of hesitation, I quietly say, “Let’s get this one.” I look around the store once more. “Do we need anything else?”
“Want one of those big dongs the sales lady was playing with?” He expands his hands to mimic the length of it and chuckles.
“Would I be the receiver or the giver?” I tease with the most serious face I can manage.
Now it’s his turn to lose all color in his face while I laugh.Not so funny now, is it?
We look at a few more items, mostly out of curiosity, then head to the checkout. I see lube bottles sitting on the counter by the register. A quick scan reveals an organic unscented kind, so I slyly pick it up and set it down next to the vibrator box.
Marco looks over at me and grins, as I offer him an awkward smile and small shrug. He holds back more laughter while he gives Pixie his credit card. Who knew a sex shop could be so much fun after all?
On the drive to pick up the kids, we talk about what days to schedule ourdates.Tuesday and Fridays make the most sense for ourintimidate datesand ourdate nightwill have to be on a day off because, realistically, it’s too much to add those to twelve-hour workdays.
On the other days or when we have some free time and want to connect, we agree to spend at least twenty minutes going over some of the prompts without any distractions. Discussing all the time we’ll be spending together and knowing what we’ll be doing during some of it, sends a thrill through me.
We pull up as the dismissal bell rings and shortly after it’s our turn for pick up, our rambunctious kiddos make their way to the van. I open the door for them and they pile in.
“Hey, kiddos! Get buckled and we’ll hear all about your days!” I tell them.
Buckling herself into the seat, Liliana shouts, “Hi Daddy!” and Olivia repeats the same greeting.
“Hey Pumpkins,” Marco responds with a cheery smile and then looks to the boys to add, “Hey, My Dudes!”
Camden shouts from his seat in the back, “Dad, today this kid said that his dad was cooler than you because he is a fireman. I told the kid no way because my dad could arrest his dad.”
Marco belly laughs. “Hosedraggers.”
Jonathan adds, “It was Sammy who said it, huh? That kid is always talking about going to the fire station with his dad.”
