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AVERY
Two Years Later
Another one bites the dust. At least this one was promising. I gave him a taste, but his tongue just feels cold and wet against my skin.
“No, stop,” I moan out when all I feel is awkward.
I place my hands on top of his head and push him away from my thighs.
“What’s the matter? I was just getting started!” The boy is indignant, more like a petulant child than a man rejected.
“Sorry, but this just won’t work out.” I scamper away from him and pull up my panties. “You can just go.”
He doesn’t like that. “You’re a bitch. You know that?”
He’s not the first to call me that, and he won’t be the last.
But now, I’m alone in my bedroom on a Saturday night, totally unsatisfied. At least there’s my battery-operated friend. I reach into the drawer of my nightstand and pull out my familiar companion. It’s thick and veiny, and as close to the real thing as I’ve gotten.
With a sigh, I close my eyes and relax against my bed. A familiar image pops into my fantasies: Samuel Jacobs.
After two years, I still haven’t forgotten what he looked like or the countless fantasies he’s starred in since. I ease the vibrator inside me and picture Samuel hovering over me, drilling me with his massive cock.
He’s the reason I’m still a virgin. No one has ever excited me the way he did.
I hold the fantasy in my mind as I press the toy deeper inside, stretching my walls. Tonight, however, the vibrator isn’t doing its job, and I need manual stimulation. My hand slips between my thighs and my fingers stroke my clit. The hum of the device is soft, and I can feel the vibration as I tease myself.
My body tenses and trembles, but I don’t feel satisfied. My orgasm comes and goes, but I’m not relaxed. It’s time to break up with my battery-operated boyfriend and really hunt for a man.
The next morning, I meet up with a few sorority sisters for brunch. They’re gossiping about the frat party they all attended last night.
“We missed you, Avery,” Izzy moans. “There were plenty of hotties for you to choose from.”
I frown as I dig into my eggs Benedict. “I’m sure.”
“You can’t be too picky,” Hailey tells me. “Just get it over with and then go back to hunting for your mystery man.”
“But that’s the thing,” I argue. “I don’t just want to get it over with. If I can bring myself pleasure with a vibrator, then I want someone who can do a hell of a lot better!”
All my friends’ eyes widen, making me feel like I’ve just confessed to murder.
“Oh, come on,” I scoff. “You’ve all done it, right? Taken matters into your own hands?”
They all murmur, and I don’t know whether to be shocked or saddened.
I slap my hand down onto the table. “That’s it! Next weekend, we’re all going to the toy shop. If you can’t make yourself come, then who can?”
“And will you provide lessons?” Izzy asks jokingly.
“I learned the hard way, and so should you. It’s all trial and error. What works for me might not work for you.”
“Have you seen the size of her vibe?” Hailey holds up her hands and exaggerates the size, which makes everyone laugh.
“Not quite, but I’m thinking only the real thing might satisfy me now.”
The door to the restaurant opens, and a familiar-looking man enters. His hair is dark and his muscles strain against the blue short-sleeved button-down he’s wearing. A pair of aviator sunglasses covers his eyes, so he could be anyone, but something about him makes me perk up. I watch him as he waits for the hostess to seat him.
Why does he look so familiar?
