Making Her Wait Page 8

  “There’s this guy…” she explains with an exaggerated sigh and roll of her eyes. “He’s pretty strict with his dating rules, but he might be the world’s best kisser. I’m considering breaking my rules to find out if he is or not.”

  “Yeah? He sounds like a pretty lucky guy if you’re willing to do that for him,” I tell her, showing her I know this is a big step and I’m not unappreciative of her possible sacrifice.

  “He also said he’d buy me a vibrator. Ya know, to help with my stress levels. I get really bad migraines if I get too stressed out, so it had better work damn well.”

  “I’ll bet he’ll gladly give you a hand with that after you prove he’s your one and only.”

  “Considering how turned on I get whenever he’s around, he’d better be taking me to get this vibrator soon.”

  Chuckling at her confession, that she’s not at all nervous about admitting, I let her eyes stare into mine. She’s making a point, making sure I understand that she’s agreeing to my terms, but I need to make it happen fast.

  “I’ll take you tonight, G. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that. Anytime you want, we’ll go.”

  “Take me tomorrow,” she concedes, turning away from me to grab the remote. “I can try it out tomorrow night and let you know how it goes on Sunday. I’m gonna let you know in person, though, so if it works out, I can finally kiss you. I’m sure you can make time in your schedule for a measly five minutes to kiss the girl who’s giving up all her stress relievers and breaking every one of her rules for you.”

  “It’ll take longer than five minutes, G. But I’ll definitely put you on my schedule.”

  She settles back into me with a smile, starting the movie again. I don’t care about the movie anymore. I’m thinking about Genny in an adult store with me. Or Sunday, when I’ll finally get to kiss her.

  There’s no way that kiss won’t happen. I’m gonna buy her the best damn vibrator there ever was, just to make sure I get her mouth on mine.

  Genny

  My sister is being strangely nice to me this morning.

  She made me breakfast. She brought it to me while I was still in bed. She knocked quietly on my door, and when I answered, she came in with a smile on her face and scrambled eggs on a plate. There’s even a steaming hot cup of coffee.

  “Morning, Genny. Are you hungry?”

  “Ah, sure...” My eyes roam over the tray she’s placing in front of me, then back up to study her face. “What’s going on? Are you in trouble for something?”

  “I just thought I’d do something for you for a change.”

  She doesn’t react to my intense stare, so I verbalize the accusation running around in my brain. “Why are you acting so weird? What did you and Walker talk about last night?”

  Her legs join mine under the covers. “Not much. He asked about my meds, what kind of food I could eat, and how I handle all of that in this crazy grab-and-go world we live in. Made me remember how much you do for me every single day.”

  “Aw, Callie…” I sigh, shaking my head at her grateful words. “I want school to be what you focus on, not what there is to eat. I’m just trying to make it easier for you to make a good life for yourself.”

  “Which is something you never got to do,” she reminds me quietly, knowing I hate talking about anything I gave up to keep my family together.

  It wasn’t a choice. It was something I had to do, whether I wanted to or not.

  “I may have eavesdropped on you guys for a couple minutes after I told you I was going upstairs. I don’t deserve to be described the way you did after I called you a whore. I’m sorry. I know you don’t let yourself have real relationships, so you can focus on taking care of me.”

  My sister leans her head on my shoulder, wiping at her eyes, and I wonder what the hell has gotten in to her. Callie hardly ever apologizes, at least not to me. Squeezing her against my side with my arm around her shoulders, I tell her, “Thank you for saying you’re sorry. You really hurt me when you said that.”

  “I like Walker. Why are you pretending to be just friends with him? He seems really nice.”

  “What did he say to you?”

  Shrugging at my question, she eyes my coffee, and I hand her the mug. “He didn’t say much, but he talked to me like I was an equal. Like what I said was worth something. He didn’t act like I was stupid just because I’m a kid letting my big sister take care of my problems.”

  I haven’t heard Walker talk to a lot of people, but I’m glad she pointed this out to me. Paul was always a bit patronizing to people he thought were in less desirable jobs than he had. Like they weren’t as good as he was. And he always spoke to my siblings like they were just kids, like their opinion didn’t matter, even though Calvin was an adult and Callie almost was.

  I forgot about that.

  “I really like Walker, too,” I finally admit.

  “Are you gonna give up your boytoys to give him a chance?”

  Narrowing my eyes at her word choice, I turn to fully look at her. “Just how much did you overhear last night?”

  “Enough to know that you have plans today… And later tonight.”

  Trying not to feel embarrassed about my sister knowing I’m going to be testing out a vibrator for the first time tonight, I reach over and pinch her arm. “Then you already know I’m going to give him a chance, brat!”

  She rubs her arm with a smile as she gets out of my bed. “I love you, Genny!” She sneaks out of my room, taking my coffee with her.

  I love that noisy girl, too.

  Genny

  “Will this be your first vibrator?”

  Last night, it didn’t seem this personal while we were talking about sex and various toys to help achieve my favorite kind of stress relief. But today, in Walker’s car, with the sun shining brightly down on me through the sunroof and windshield, it seems like an incredibly personal conversation to have with a guy I haven’t even kissed yet.

  If he’s buying this toy for me, does that give him a right to know? Deciding it does, I answer with my eyes planted firmly on anything outside the window, as far away from his as they can get. “I’ve never had or used any sex toys.”

  “Have you ever been in an adult store before?”

  “Once,” I admit, scowling at the memory. “It was a long time ago, when I was in college. On a dare, I had to go in and buy something.”

  “What’d you buy?”

  That was another life. One where I was only partially responsible for any consequences I ran into. One where I had dreams and friends and fun times. I didn’t give the purchase much thought at the time. I thought it would be one daring memory among many. “A set of dice, I think? They were at the checkout counter and the first thing I saw.”

  Walker laughs, side-eyeing me again. “This is gonna be fun,” he promises with a grin.

  How often does he frequent the adult store? How many other girls has he brought here? Does he make a habit of buying girls sex toys before he’ll kiss them?

  Here I thought I was special…

  After parking, Walker holds my hand as we cross the asphalt to the entrance. How sweet is that? I didn’t know people actually held hands anymore. There’s something to it. I like the way his hand wraps around mine, how it feels against my skin. I like the way his hand is bigger than mine. It makes me feel like he’s protecting me and leading me. No one leads me. At least not before Walker. I’ve been on my own since my parents died, stumbling down the wrong road just as often, if not more so, than picking the correct one.

  The door to the store has a warning sign on it about needing to be of legal age to enter and how we’re under video surveillance. Awesome... Nothing about this is in my comfort zone. Now, I’m really glad Walker is holding my hand, because as soon as we get past the door, I’m clutching it like it’s a lifeline. Like if he lets go, I’ll melt into a puddle of embarrassment on the floor, just for stepping foot in a place like this.

  He looks back with a knowing smirk, since h
e’s practically dragging me along behind him. “You ok back there, Genny?”

  When he uses my name, I cringe. Which only makes him laugh harder. “What’re you so nervous about?”

  “I don’t want people to know me here.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because they’ll think that I…” Looking around, I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to say the words out loud. “Ya know…”

  “Have sex?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “Oh no! Not that! Everyone, look! This gorgeous girl holding my hand likes sex!”

  Desperately trying to hold onto the warm feeling that flooded my body when he called me gorgeous, I turn away from the guy standing at the end of the aisle, who’s now smiling in a very creepy way at us. With the nod of acknowledgement he sends our way, any warm feeling I had turns quickly into mortification.

  “Lucky you,” he tells Walker, his eyes begging my clothes to fall right off my body. Crossing my arm over my boobs with the hand that’s not currently clutching Walker’s, I force them to stay firmly in place.

  “Yes, lucky me,” Walker replies, his voice low and directed at only me. His eyes are sparkling with humor and his lips are twitching into a reluctant smirk. After our new stalker leaves the aisle, Walker does his best to reassure me. “Everyone has sex, G. There’s nothing wrong with being in this store and experimenting with different toys so you can take control of your own orgasms.”

  “Fine,” I hiss, wanting to be done with this conversation and the task at hand. “That doesn’t mean you have to broadcast it!”

  “That was just for fun.”

  I bravely shoulder my way past him, so we can get out of this house of debauchery as quickly as possible. “Oh, Lord,” I whisper, eyeing the huge selection of plastic dicks spread out before me. “I didn’t know there would be so many... And in such different sizes. Holy smokes!”

  My eyes pass over a huge black dildo that would never fit inside a normal vagina. It’s bigger than my fist and I shudder at the thought of anyone coming anywhere near me with that thing. “How am I supposed to pick one of these? There’s like a million here!”

  “Perfect!” a chipper voice tweets from behind us. “I can help with that. It’s kind of my specialty.”

  Who the fuck specializes in helping people pick out vibrators?

  When I turn around, I catch sight of the unique expert. She’s a little older than Callie, with jet black hair that hits the tops of her shoulders, and a confident smile. She’s wearing a name tag that reads, Hi! I’m Maggie!

  “Will this be for both of you?”

  Raising my wide-eyes to Walker, I find him wearing a very happy grin. He’s obviously enjoying my discomfort. “Just for Genny,” he replies. “At least for now. It’ll be her first one.”

  “Oh, great!” Maggie chirps, excitement lighting up her brown eyes. “There are some things you should always consider when buying any toy. First, what’s it made of? Silicone is what I usually recommend, but a hard plastic is also super easy to clean. The silicone feels more realistic, though.”

  “I have to clean this toy?”

  Maggie smiles at my naivety. “Considering how you’ll be using it, you wouldn’t want to use something that wasn’t clean, right? Having sanitary toys is as much a part of safe sex as using condoms.”

  “Ok,” I breath, already feeling like I’m way out of my element. And I thought I was an expert at all things sex. I was so wrong. And I’m not sure I’m ready for whatever else I’m going to learn from this young, outgoing girl. “What else should I consider?”

  “What kind of sensations do you like most when you’re getting it on?”

  What did she just ask me?!

  Is this for real?

  Walker squeezes my hand, and I turn to look at him with an incredulous stare. My normally easy-to-find neutral expression has abandoned me. His expression is one of amusement because he’s enjoying this. Really enjoying this. “I think she’s trying to find out if you like external or internal stimulation,” he informs me with that mocking grin.

  “That’s a good start,” Maggie agrees. “But also, do you prefer localized sensations that are more intense, or stimuli that’s spread around? Do you follow a specific routine when you go to town, or do you browse a different shop every time?”

  How I’m possibly going to answer these questions in front of Walker? It’s going to be hard enough to give Maggie such intimate knowledge about me, but with Walker standing right here, listening to my every word?

  This isn’t at all how I pictured today going. I figured there would be a selection of vibrators, sure, but not a whole damn wall of them.

  Realizing we’re still attached, I open my hand, trying to let Walker go. He holds on, that knowing smirk only growing wider. “You wouldn’t be willing to walk away while I have this incredibly personal conversation with Maggie, would you, Friend?”

  “Hell, no, G. This is way too much fun. Consider it my way of doing some research for our future endeavors.”

  Figured that wouldn’t work, but I had to try.

  I push him partially behind me to at least pretend he’s not listening to this conversation. That he’s not hearing exactly how I touch myself alone in the dark while probably thinking of him and all the things he won’t yet do to me.

  “Let’s start over,” I shyly suggest to my vibrator guide. “One question at a time, please.”

  A patient smile crosses Maggie’s face. “Let’s start with where. Inside, outside, or both?”

  “Umm, both,” I admit quietly. Hopefully quietly enough that Walker can’t hear. “Flying solo, usually more external, though.”

  “If you get something for external use only, you can’t use it inside, but massagers for inside can be used inside and outside. For vibrators that work best internally, there’s a few different types to narrow down. There’s just the basic vibrator in a ton of options,” she says, pointing to a specific section. “Then there’s ones for reaching the G spot.” Another section. “And last, but certainly not least, the ones for dual action. These provide you with external stimulation while they’re inside you,” she explains while pointing to yet another section with an even wider variety of choices.

  This category must be the winner of the popularity contest.

  “This is too much,” I tell her, instantly overwhelmed. “I like sex. Real sex with real guys. This is just to get me through life without casual sex until this guy,” I say, pointing my thumb over my shoulder at Walker, “decides he’s made me wait long enough to do the deed with me.”

  Maggie purses her lips in thought, considering my confession. “Let me get a few options around for you. Just to narrow it down so it’s not as overwhelming. I’ll meet you at the front whenever you’re ready, ok?”

  “Sure.”

  Turning away from her, I find Walker watching me with cautious eyes. His hand is still holding mine and after realizing I’m squeezing it tightly, I relax my fingers without letting go.

  “How do you do stroke it?” I demand, wanting to level the playing field a little.

  He doesn’t even flinch. “With a firm grip.”

  Smothering a grin, I press for more. “Do you like soft and slow or hard and fast?”

  “Depends on how close I am,” he says, a smile hinting at his lips. “What do you prefer?”

  “Depends on what I’m looking for. Am I in a hurry and I just need to just get off, or do I have all day and I want to relax and really enjoy myself?”

  Walker tugs me closer by our enclosed hands, sliding his free arm around my waist and leaning towards me. My breath catches in my throat, thinking maybe he’s going to finally kiss me. Instead, his face moves past mine to whisper in my ear, and I suppress a sigh of disappointment. “Do you have any idea how much I’d love to see you really enjoy yourself?”

  “Do you have any idea how much I want you to kiss me right now?”

  “Yeah,” he answers with a smile. “I do have an idea about that. Tomorrow, G. After yo
u enjoy yourself tonight.”

  Sliding my hand out of his, I lock my arms around his neck, enjoying how close he has me pulled against him. “I have an idea,” I murmer as he crooks an eyebrow up.

  “What’s that?”

  “How about you enjoy yourself at the same time I’m enjoying myself tonight?”

  He chuckles quietly against me, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, we’ll just blow right past kissing and copping a feel, and move straight to mutual masturbation?”

  “It’s not like we’ll be able to see or hear each other. Knowing you’re doing it too, will help me feel less… afraid to try it. And if it were up to me, we’d be kissing pros by now, so blowing past that is totally your fault.”

  His eyes twinkle as he contemplates my proposal. “If I’m at home, and I know you’re trying out your new toy, you won’t be able to stop me. I’m going to be thinking about how you’re using it and wondering how much you’re enjoying it. I have a picture on my phone to help get me started if my imagination can’t keep up for some reason.”

  I try not to blush at the fact he kept that picture and is planning on referring to it to help get himself turned on later. “That’s a yes, right?”

  “It’s a most likely,” he corrects me. He rests his forehead against mine and I marvel at how close we are without having done anything physical yet.

  This guy is trouble. This guy is working all my secrets from me and using them against me before I even realize he knows what they are.

  Walker presses a kiss to my nose and I glare at him. That’s not the kind of kiss I want. Not even close. Smiling at my reaction, he whispers, “You’re adorable when you’re mad at me.”

  “You’re a tease, and it’s not adorable at all. It’s incredibly frustrating.”

  “You like me anyway.” He unlocks my arms and puts his hand back around mine. “Let’s go pick out your new toy. Gotta make sure you don’t stay frustrated. And I can’t wait to see what I’m picturing you using tonight.”