Desperate Thoughts: The Gift (16 page)
"No, not even one showing."
"Good," Victoria said, unsure whether she was happy about that or not.
"So Tampa wasn’t what you thought it—"
"I don’t want to talk about Tampa," Victoria interrupted, then added with a fake smile, "Tell me all about this new guy."
Pulling her legs up on the sofa, Rebecca took a long drink of wine and began, "Well it was only a one-time thing, but I can’t believe I forgot how amazing a young hard body is. I mean he was gorgeous and his cock was perfect."
"Perfect?" Victoria asked while trying not to sound too interested.
Rebecca turned away thinking, at first with a faraway look, then she glanced at Victoria. "I mean it was, nice…The sex was incredible. I actually met him outside of your house."
"Really?"
"I was putting up my sign and he walked up. He gave me some story about wanting to get into real estate. I didn’t really believe him, but I didn’t care. I met his parents years ago so I figured I wouldn’t end up on some cable news show as another missing woman. I hadn’t had sex in months so…"
Victoria nodded. "Wow."
Rebecca smiled and continued, "We didn’t go all the way or anything, because he said he’s still in love with this other girl, but I never came so hard in my life."
After emptying her wineglass, Victoria looked away sadly. "Can I get another glass?"
The two finished off the bottle as Victoria contemplated a way to get Rebecca to go into her purse. She had the velvet bag containing David’s replica right inside. It took up so much room in the small handbag, that Rebecca would be forced to pull it out if she was in there searching for something. Victoria figured once she touched it, Rebecca would instantly recognize what was in the red pouch, her curiosity would get the best of her and she’d be forced to take a peek. After pausing a moment to finalize her plan, she smiled.
"I’ve gotta pee." Standing, Victoria gave her a naughty smile. "Do you feel like getting high?"
"Definitely."
"I have a joint right in my purse. Get it out, and I’ll be back in a minute."
Victoria headed down the hall, went into the bathroom and shut the door. After waiting a few seconds, she quietly opened the door and snuck out.
Victoria moved down the hall until she could clearly see Rebecca looking inside the purse. Pulling out the red velvet bag, she gave it an odd look. She held it in her hands, feeling the length of it, the head and the balls. Apparently sensing what it was, she grinned. She opened the bag and pulled it out, smiling. Victoria watched as Rebecca’s naughty smile morphed into a look of deep sadness.
Victoria closed her eyes, trembled then grabbed the wall to steady herself. When Victoria opened her eyes again, she studied the look on Rebecca’s face. Rebecca knew exactly what she was looking at and it had nothing to do with Ethan. She was intimately familiar with the object; Victoria could feel it with every fiber of her being. Falling into the sofa still holding the realistic dildo, Rebecca's eyes began to water. She wiped her tears as Victoria walked up behind her. Rebecca looked up and put on a fake smile. "So you’re traveling with your own dildo, now? It’s quite a big one."
Victoria looked at her seriously. "David made that for me before he died. It’s an exact replica of him. Down to every detail."
"Wow." Rebecca placed it on the couch. "You, uh, were a lucky woman."
"I
was
," Victoria said slowly while looking away. After a moment, she looked back to Rebecca and asked, "Have you seen that before?"
"No, I uh…" she stammered.
"I mean, does that look familiar to you?"
"I don’t think you ever showed me this before," Rebecca said as she pulled her legs up onto the sofa. Picking up the replica, she sat down next to her Rebecca. She held the dildo out and pointed it toward her.
"Did David ever show you this?" Victoria asked with her anger building.
"No, I never knew he made that for you," she replied softly.
"That’s not what I meant."
Rebecca looked away as Victoria studied the penis closely. "He really had an unmistakable cock you know. It was magnificent."
"I said you were a lucky woman."
Victoria held it near Rebecca’s face as she said, "Do you want to try it? You can use it if you want."
"I really shouldn’t. It’s yours and, uh…" Turning away, Rebecca said nervously.
"You should use it. Then you can remember what it was like when David fucked you with the real thing."
Rebecca turned her head slowly to look at her. Her face flushed, her mouth wide open and her body trembling.
"I know you slept with him."
With tears forming in her eyes, Rebecca paused, bit her tongue as she struggled to come up with the words. She began nervously, "We, uh…about five years ago when you and David had been trying to get pregnant…he stopped by to talk to me. He was worried about you. Your sex life had become solely about conceiving a baby and nothing else. He—"
"So you decided to take care of the
something
else?" Victoria interrupted.
"No, no, would you let me explain?"
"Try," Victoria said without looking at her.
"He came to me. You guys had been trying for years without success. You had him giving samples every month and doing those inseminations. He told me how the oral sex had stopped because of the possibility that it…I think he said that it could corrupt the perfect fertility environment or something…You guys even went on that cruise and you had to make love according to some calendar on every third day. Always the same position and you held your legs up for ten minutes afterward. He felt…not like a man, but like a stud service."
"Poor David," Victoria shot back, dripping sarcasm.
"Remember I came and tried to talk to you about it. How you needed to just focus on your marriage and if it happened, it happened, but I warned you not to obsess so much about it."
Shaking her head, Victoria shot back, "I remember."
"You wouldn't listen to me. Nothing changed."
"Yeah, so you just started fucking right then."
"No, I told him about our conversation and he was crushed. He said he would try to talk to you about it, but he said he would wait about six months so you wouldn't suspect that he had sent me in first."
Victoria exhaled deeply as a tear ran down her face. "He did come to me after that." Sighing, she closed her eyes. "I think I treated him like garbage and accused him of not wanting a baby."
"He told me. A few months after that you were away one weekend. I had been separated from Richard for a few weeks and I went to your house for something, I don't remember what…David was telling me how nothing between you two had changed. We were there just talking and crying on each other's shoulders and, it, uh, it happened. We were just two lonely people looking for—"
"You recognized this quickly," Victoria waved the replica in front of her. "You seemed to be awfully familiar with it…" She dropped it in her lap. Rebecca looked down to it as Victoria continued, "It wasn’t a one-time thing, was it?"
Staring at her, Victoria waited for a reply. Rebecca exhaled deeply as she closed her eyes a moment. When she opened then, she sighed and looked away. "It wasn’t…I fell in love with him. I’m so sorry. He loved you, but we had this connection. I can’t explain it."
"You were my best friend and you fucked him right behind my back. Did he fuck you in the ass?"
Rebecca looked at her apologetically and opened her mouth to speak, but Victoria interrupted, "Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to see you ever again. Have someone else in your office contact me about the house." Getting to her feet, Victoria snatched David’s replica out of Rebecca’s lap. She walked over and tossed it in her purse without bothering to put it in the pouch.
Folding her arms with tears forming in her eyes, Rebecca said, "I’m so sorry. We never intended to hurt you. He loved you more than anything…It was just sex."
Victoria glared at her, picked up her bag, and walked out the door.
Victoria sat in her car outside of Rebecca’s house, slumped against the steering wheel. She looked over to her purse and saw the distinctive shape of David’s cock stretching on the soft fabric of her bag. Opening the purse, she pulled it out and grinned slightly as her mind raced. What the fuck had she been doing for the last month with all those young guys? She had put her life on hold and also put herself in danger. For what? All for a cheating bastard’s memory. A man she had driven to be that cheating bastard. It was all her fault or mostly her fault anyway. She had thrown away the best years of their marriage. She shook her head thinking, maybe he could have tried to talk to her again. He could have waited just a little longer before turning to another woman. And he certainly didn't need to turn to her best friend. She wished David were here now so she could explain and apologize. She wished he were here now so she could slap him across the face. Sitting in the car torn between guilt and anger, she was desperate to forget about it all and move on.
Sighing loudly, she opened the glove box and tossed David’s gift inside. She stared at the replica for a few moments shaking her head just before she slammed the glove box door shut.
After pausing a moment, she pulled out her cell phone. She looked up Ethan’s number, which she still had in her phone listed under Eli. Smiling, she retyped the correct name and then hit send.
After a few rings, Ethan answered, "Hey are you okay?"
"You were right about everything."
"I’m so sorry. I didn’t intend to sleep with her or find out—"
"You don’t have to apologize...What are you doing right now?"
"Nothing," Ethan said, optimistically.
"What are you doing for the next couple of weeks?"
"Just, uh, I'm still waiting to hear back about a couple jobs I applied for. Why?"
"Oh, are they important?"
"Not in this job market." He chuckled.
She smiled. "So… um, do you have a passport?"
"I do."
"I’ve got to get the hell out of here. How does a cruise sound?"
"Unbelievable."
"Let’s just go. I’ll pick you up in a few minutes. We’ll go to a travel agent first thing tomorrow and find something exotic and far away. Something that leaves soon. We can stay in a hotel tonight."
"Okay."
"Pack a bag with a couple things and we’ll buy everything else we need. I really want to spend a little…" she stopped for a moment then continued, "I mean a lot of David’s insurance money. What do you think?" Victoria paused, confused, while she heard rustling on the other end of the phone but no response. "Ethan?"
After a few seconds Ethan said, "Got it."
"What are you doing?"
"Okay, I’m packed. Thought I couldn’t find my passport for a second there."
Victoria laughed as she asked, "What’s your address?"
Slumping back against the headrest, Victoria grinned. She knew that she’d probably forgive both Rebecca and David at some point and maybe even soon. Until then, she would use that anger as fuel to give Ethan an experience that he would never forget. A broad smile spread over her face as she imagined the things she would do to him that she never did to David.
THE END…
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