Absolute Lovers (Absolute #2) (11 page)

It sounds like she usually is.

"And things are going well with you and Sophia?" I
enquired, although it wasn't necessary. Shawn looked as if he had been lit up
from the inside.

"I'm going to marry that girl," he proclaimed
proudly.

What?

"What?" Matt sputtered, echoing my thoughts.
"You asked her to marry you?"

"No," Shawn said with a laugh and held up his
hands. "Not yet. But someday I will."

He stared dreamily into space and I found my mind wandering
as well, and suddenly I had a vision of Julia in the most unusual wedding
dress. It was white, but that was the only traditional thing about it. It was
short, accentuating her curves, and had a black silk ribbon around the waist,
making her look like the greatest gift I could ever imagine receiving. I’d
never seen anything like it before and wondered if one could even get a dress
like that. When I married Julia I would want her to wear something she loved,
and there was no doubt in my mind that she would love that dress.

"Aw dude, not you, too!" Matt exclaimed.

"What?"

"Stop daydreaming like Shawn and let's get on with the
sex talk," Matt said.

"Ooh, sex talk," Shawn said. "What are we
talking about?"

"Jules wants a spanking and Stephen is being a baby
about it.”

"I am not!" I half-yelled. "I just…look, I
just don't know if I can hit her. I love her."

"Stephen," Shawn said gently. "You're not
actually going to hit her. There's a big difference between spanking and
hitting."

"There is?"

"Of course," he said. "I'm pretty sure the
sort of spanking that Jules wants is all about pleasure."

"But how do I know if I'm doing it too hard?"

"Just start out gently and as long as she's still
moaning, you should be fine. You should just tell her to let you know if it
gets to be too much. You can always check to see if she's getting wetter while
you do it. Oh, and don't hit the same spot over and over again. Spread it
around, you know. Ass, upper thighs…”

He lowered his voice, giving me a meaningful look.

“Between her legs. Some girls love that.”

I stared at him, feeling my cheeks heat up. He was so at
ease about the whole thing, and it obviously wasn't a big deal for him to talk
about something so intimate.

"O-OK," I squeaked. "Um, thank you,
Shawn."

"Wow," Matt said to his friend. "You really
know your shit. Have you done a lot of freaky stuff?"

"I guess." He shrugged. "Sex is fantastic as
long as you do it with the right person."

I found myself nodding. "Is there anything else you'd
like to know?"

"You really don't mind?"

I had never felt comfortable discussing sex with anyone
other than Julia, but I was beginning to see how it might be beneficial to get
a few pointers from someone with a lot more experience than I had.

"Not at all," he said with a smile. "That's
what friends are for, right?"

Warmth spread through my chest. I had always considered
Shawn to be Matt's friend, while I was the geeky brother who tagged along. But it
seemed that he genuinely counted me as one of his friends.

"What do you want to know?"

"Well," I started. "Julia has a lot more, uh,
experience than I do and I sort of wanted to surprise her by taking complete
control. She's always teaching me new things and I want to bring something to
the table as well. So to speak."

"I'm sure you already do," Shawn assured me.
"But I see what you mean."

"You should totally tie her up and do stuff to her.
Maybe even blindfold her," my brother chimed in. "She likes being
tied up, right?"

"I think so," I said. "She did mention
something like that once. That's actually a great idea.” I smiled at my brother
and he beamed back at me, happy to contribute to the conversation.

"Ooh!" he exclaimed. "You should get some
toys, too!"

It seemed that my brother was on a roll because Shawn nodded
eagerly.

"L-like…s-sex toys?” I stuttered. “Girls like
that?"

"Totally!" Matt said. "I've never met a girl
who didn't love vibrators."

“Oh, I suppose. And where might one get one of those?” I
enquired, not feeling good about this at all.

"I know just the place!" Shawn said. “You wanna go
right now?”

Both of them seemed eager, and I didn’t want to be a wet
blanket. I finally felt like I belonged, so I agreed.

So the three of us drove to a store called Good Vibrations.
It looked like a regular shop from the outside—except it had screens in
front of the windows, making it impossible to see inside.

"Are you sure this place is…uh, clean?" I asked as
we stood outside.

"I promise," Shawn said. "It's not what you
think at all."

You don't
know
what I'm thinking!

They finally dragged me inside and I looked around. I had
expected it to be dark and dank, but was completely surprised to see that it
was bright and seemed very hygienic. It looked like any other store—if you
didn't take the inventory into account, of course.

Shawn quickly found a salesperson and I ended up following
them around the store while they picked out various items. I knew what some
were for, but some I didn't. I was in a daze. Matt was off looking at God knows
what and Shawn had completely taken over my shopping, saving me from having to
stutter my way through the experience. Still, I was uneasy about the whole
thing.

"Stephen, you trust me, right?" he asked as we
stood at the counter.

"Err, sure," I answered.

"Good. Then buy this stuff for you and Jules. You won't
be disappointed."

He motioned to a small pile and I nodded. The salesperson
rang it all up and handed me the bag. I managed to mumble a “thank you” before
we left, much too soon for Matt, who said he was definitely coming back once
Megan came to her senses. His words, not mine. I looked in my bag once we were
in the car and started going through the things that I had just spent quite a
lot of money on. One item in particular caught my attention.

What good does this do?

The vibrator was about the same size as my index finger, a
deep purple color with ridges on the surface.

"Um, Shawn," I said and held it up. "This,
uh, isn't it a little small? Are you sure something a little, um, bigger
wouldn't be more satisfactory? More in proportion to…uh, the real thing?"

Both Matt and Shawn laughed.

"Stephen, that’s not meant for…what you think it’s
meant for," Shawn chuckled.

Huh?

Both of them looked expectantly at me while suppressing grins.

"I don't get it," I admitted sheepishly.

"Just think about it," Matt guffawed. "You're
a smart guy."

I shook my head and dropped it into the bag again. I picked
up a tube in a matching purple hue and read out loud.

"Astroglide. What is that?"

Matt snickered.

"It's lube," Shawn explained. "It makes
penetration easier."

"Oh," I simply said, although I didn't know why we
would have use for that. I had never had problems arousing Julia in the past.

"I guess I have some research to do," I mumbled,
mostly to myself.

"Just call it porn, bro," Matt grinned.
"You're among friends."

"That's not what I—" I started, but gave up
when both of them laughed again.

I had honestly intended to look at some articles on more
advanced sexplay, since pornography had never been very alluring to me. The
women were too artificial with their silicone implants, dyed hair, and
overtanned skin. In the few clips I’d seen, their orgasmic squealing had
started the moment the man touched them, which only served to remind me of my
own failures of the past. I had never managed to watch more than a few minutes
before turning it off. But I knew that Shawn and Matt probably wouldn't believe
me, so I let them draw their own conclusions. After tonight it would take a lot
to embarrass me in front of them.

I looked in the bag again, noticing that Shawn had also
chosen handcuffs, a sleep mask, and a regular-sized vibrator as well. The last
item I saw looked like a Ping-Pong paddle.

For the spanking.

* * *

Arriving back at the bar, I thanked
the guys for the outing, ignoring my brother’s crude comments and Shawn’s
enthusiastic encouragement as I headed to my car with the bag of toys clutched
in my hand. I drove home quickly. Pausing outside my door, I drew a deep
breath, trying to will away my anxiety. Julia wanted this, and I wanted nothing
more than to please her and make her happy.

“Just do it!” I ordered myself in a harsh whisper. “What’s
wrong with you? Most men would
love
this!”

Determined, I entered my apartment, heading straight into
the bedroom where I hid the bag underneath the bed. That way, it would be ready
when I needed it in a few minutes. I removed my jacket and shoes before
unbuttoning the collar of my shirt. I hoped I looked the part, although I had
no idea what sort of role I was playing.

Be assertive. She likes when you take control.

I headed into my office, seeing her bent over one of the
books. The rest of them were once again scattered all over the desk and I could
only assume that this was a good thing in her world. It made me smile.

"You're home," she said, looking up from her
reading. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, hearing her sweet words.

"I missed you, too, sweetheart," I replied,
kneeling to give her a slow, gentle kiss. "How’s everything going?"

"It's getting there," she said with a smile.
"I'm almost done."

Remembering what I was supposed to do, I stood up, holding
out my hand to her.

“I want you in the bedroom now.”

She quirked an eyebrow at me.

“Really?”

“
Now
, Ms. Wilde.”

“Well, well,” she chuckled. “I mean, yes,
sir
.” She
took my hand and followed me.

It’s no big deal. You’ve had sex lots of times. This
isn’t any different.

“Take your clothes off,” I ordered when we got to the
bedroom.

Julia did as I asked without hesitation and I relaxed a
little as I felt my body react to her nakedness. Perhaps I
could
do
this. Do this for her.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, pulling her against me.

“Thank you, sir,” she breathed, gazing up at me.

“And sexy,” I added, reaching down to knead her backside,
none too gently.

“So are you,” she said, standing up on her toes, offering me
her lips.

I moaned as I kissed her, loving the feeling of her naked
body beneath my hands and the way she reacted to my touch. Breaking the kiss, I
pushed her down on the bed, much more roughly than I normally would. She gasped
a little, but then she smiled at me, lying back in supplication. Crawling on
top of her, I took control of the situation, holding her hands down as I
claimed her mouth and then ordering her not to move as I kissed and nipped my
way down her gorgeous body. Soon she writhed underneath me, begging me to let
her come. I had to admit, it was incredibly arousing.

“I’m not sure you deserve it,” I murmured, teasing her
entrance with the tip of my finger.

“Please, please, Professor,” she panted, lifting her hips
off the bed.

Slipping my fingers inside her, I inhaled sharply, feeling
how turned on she was. She was undoubtedly ready for me, and I needed to move
it along. She groaned with frustration when I removed my hands from her.

“Turn over, Ms. Wilde,” I ordered, startled at the
gravelly quality of my voice. Julia opened her eyes and looked at me, a smile
tugging at her lips.

“Yes, Professor.”

Slowly, she rolled over on her stomach, getting up on
her hands and knees, arching her back and parting her legs. She was incredible,
and it still felt surreal that I was the one she’d chosen. I wanted to be
everything she had ever wanted in a lover, because she was everything I’d ever
dreamed of.

“Bad girl,” I whispered, mustering up my courage. “You
should be finishing up your paper.”

“Yes, sir.”

I ran my hands down the length of her body, enjoying
the softness of her skin and the plumpness of her behind.

“You’re not sorry?”

“No,” she breathed out. “I’m too horny to care.”

A smile tugged at my mouth, knowing she couldn’t see
my face.

“I can do something about that,” I said, swallowing
down all ingrained sense of propriety in me. “I can
fuck
you, Julia. Do
you want me to?”

“Yes, please!”

I didn’t bother taking my clothes off. Instead, I
merely pulled my pants and boxers down. Sinking into her, I moaned loudly. It
never ceased to amaze me just how good it felt being inside her. Lifting my
left hand, I stared at it for a second, hesitating.

It’s OK. She wants you to.

I held my breath, bringing my palm into contact with
her skin with a loud slapping sound. Julia let out a small squeak and I froze
up.

She’s not moaning, like Shawn said I should listen for. I
must be doing it wrong!

Remembering the bag of toys I’d purchased, I pulled
out of her. The paddle was probably better. I
had
to get this right. I
had to show her I could be everything she wanted.

“J-just a second,” I mumbled, leaning down to reach
underneath the bed. “I promise, you’ll—
shit
!” I lost my balance,
tumbling off the bed and landing on my side.

“Stephen?!”

Scrambling around, I tried to get up, but my feet were
tangled up in my pants and boxers, and I ended up flopping about for several
seconds before I managed to kick them off, swearing underneath my breath in the
process.