How should I even start? Why am I really here?
Two things, I needed Uncle Ron out of my system. I couldn't override his touch by thinking of Riley maybe because they look alike or because he knew how and where to touch better. I don't know. All I know is that his touch was different, more exciting and intriguing. He made me discover pleasure spots I didn't know existed down there. I liked it while he was doing it but after, I felt disgusted with myself. Almost washed my skin off while bathing because despite how good it felt, it was a pleasure I got from my boyfriend's father. I didn't want it. So I felt if Sylverster should have sex with me, I would be able to conjure up Riley's imagine and override his father's very similar but older face.
Another thing was that I needed to talk to someone and the only person I can really talk to is Sylvester. We hooked up in the december of the year Riley left home and started trading the following January after Riley left for school. Since then we have developed a very conducive and relaxing relationship. Yes I pay him for sex at least three times in a week but we also chat a lot on the phone and whenever we meet. We chat over wine and barbecue, cheese and pastries. So when it comes to talking to someone, he is always the second on the list with Riley being first. But in the situation, Riley was obviously out of the equation.
But was talking to Sylvester also wise? What would he think of me when he finds out that I slept with my boyfriend's father? Would he ever want to touch me again?
I remember the first time I proposed that we become sex partners and offered to pay him his standard fees, he was so pissed and refused at first but I didn't give up. Thing was that, he was and is still interested in me. When I approached him, he thought I had fallen for him too and was very excited until he knew I was seeking his service as a gigolo. It's been three years and we have moved past that. But should I tell him that I have eaten a forbidden fruit? Can I afford for him to hate me or find me disgusting?
I really didn't think this through.
All these thoughts raced through my mind as I stood rooted to the spot.
"Cat?" He softly called my name.
"Erm…what else will I be here for? I need you as usual of course." I stuttered.
"Today? We hardly meet on fridays." He pointed out.
"I know but something happened and having sex is the only way to handle it."
I already said it before I realized how silly it sounded. I have just made him more curious and confused and it was written all over his face. I started moving from one foot to the other. A clear sign of how bad my anxiety was and the effect it was having on me in-between my legs.
Sylvester must have guessed what was going on and decided to drop the enquiry but the look in his eyes told me it wasn't over. He wasn't giving up. He was just taking a step back. But that was all I needed. Time to breathe and figure out what to tell him.
"So how are we going to do it Cat? I am in no condition to serve you."He said resignedly.
I heaved and nodded.
" I guess I will just have to manage somehow… where is your kitchen? Let me get the wine and leave so you can rest properly." I said scratching my head.
"I have an idea." He offered.
"What is it?" I asked reluctantly. I really wanted to get out of that house and hide from him. It was stupid coming to him to talk.
He slowly and carefully got out of bed, wincing with every movement. My heart ached for him and I hurried to his side to help him out but he shook his head, signaling me that he was fine on his own. I ignored his signal though and took his arm to steady him when his legs touched the floor. He rolled his eyes at me but let me help him.
"I am fine Cat. It's strange having you fawn on me like this. Please stop okay. Don't make me fall for you again." He pouted at me playfully.
"Didn't realise you are no longer fallen." I snorted before dropping his arm. I then batted my eyes at him in the sexist way possible.
He shook his head and slowly headed for the door.
"Where are you going? " I asked.
"To get the wine. You can't locate it even with a map. So while I am gone, check my wardrobe, you will find a red box. Bring it out and place it on the bed. Wait for me after that. I will soon be back."
"Okay. Please be careful." I said as I watched him slowly waddle out of the room. It was clear a number was done on his asshole.
I shivered!
Just can't understand why anyone would subject themselves to such trauma.
I shook off my melancholy and searched the room for the said wardrobe.
Now I got to really look at the room.
It was simple. Too simple.
Just a large bed with very white sheets and fluffy pillows and duvets. A long, white work table that has his laptop, some stacks of really big medical books, a lamp stand and a pen holder filled with all colours of pens, pencils and markers.
A reclining chair faced the work table and another two seaters, red cushioned chair was tucked into a corner by the window, between the wall and the bed.
The floor is covered in red, lush carpets that sink your toes and shoe soles. Then there is the AC. It was working at full capacity, making the room very cold but I guess, being under a heavy duvet creates a balance.
Didn't even know I was cold until I noticed the AC. I started shivering immediately so I grabbed the remote and changed the setting to fan mode. Hope that was okay.
There is a 72 inches TV and some woofer speakers and a player on a small coffee table, then, the wardrobe. The room was painted white too and completely stainless. Just noticing that made me anxious. It was too clean. I made a mental note never to go near the walls.
I clumsily walked to the brown wardrobe and opened it. Saw the red box and took it out.
Once placed on the bed, I curiously scanned my eyes over the room to see if I could locate the key but found nothing. I was tempted to go rummage through his work table and bedside drawers but couldn't bring myself to disrespect him like that. He asked me to wait, so wait I would. I placed my head on the box and waited as I tried to contain the itch in between my legs.
Soon enough, Sylvester came back with a bottle of dandelion honey wine and a jar of dandelion syrup. I was thrilled to see them. I stood up and hurried to him. "Do you by any chance, have some pancakes lying around?" I pouted.
"No!" He grinned wickedly at me.
If I knew I would run into some dandelion syrup, I would have packed my pancakes this morning. Our chef makes the best pancakes and I only had four pieces. Well I will just ask him to make fresh ones once I get home.
I collected the gifts and carefully placed them in my bag. It couldn't take the wine so I ended up placing it on the ground. Sylvester promised to give me a bag for it once I was ready to leave.
Sylvester opened one of his drawers and brought out a very tiny key. He opened the red box and brought out several things I only see in my wet dreams; if a girl can call her love making dreams that.
There was a light pink bullet, a very small and shiny buttplug that made me shiver on sighting it. There was no way I was going near that. Then four dildos of different sizes, shapes and length. I felt myself clenching just staring at them. How could such a small box contain so many treasures?
Thing is I have always wanted these things but because I was underage until a few months ago, everything I got with my money was monitored by my agent who reported things to my mum. Even though mum was never around and I only saw and talked to the agent on business issues only, they were both completely in charge of my finances and social life.
Therefore I have wanted to get toys for a very long time but how do I explain it to these people?
I will be going to college soon so I have plans of getting as many toys as possible once I get to New York where my school is. But here they were. The babes I could only use in my dreams, spread out in all their glory for my taking. It was like a mirage to me. I carefully reached out my hand to touch them one after the other, gasping as touching them made them real.
"Sylvester, why didn't you tell me you have all these?" I asked in a tiny voice. I was so emotional. Definitely overreacting but just couldn't help it. These were the essence of my most pungent dreams.
"You don't own toys?" Sylvester asked. Clearly surprised at the realization. " How can a lymph not have toys? How have you been coping?" He pulled his brows together in astonishment.
There was no way I was telling him about my plastic pestle so I shrugged and picked up the bullet. It's my favorite of all toys for one basic reason, all I have to do is insert it in there and go on with my day like everything is fine. With a bullet, I can indulge my ever itchy pussy and still appear normal. Become more functional and clear headed.
"Can I have this?" I asked.
"No. I can help you get yours."
I pulled my face in displeasure. "I don't want to start spending until I get to school. Mum is still monitoring my account." I pouted.
"Too bad but still No."
"Not even as a parting gift?" I pressed, batting my eyes and acting coy.
He just snorted and looked away.
"It's not that I can't give it to you Cat but It's a client's kit. I can't give it out." He responded.
Oh. I see!
I quickly dropped it as if it suddenly became hot. "Then why did you bring them out now?" I asked, really lost.
"Since I can't help you, I felt I could let you use them for today. What do you think? Which one do you want?"
Erm..Okay…I could use them I guessed. I mean, it made sense right? Well my clit signaled that it made sense and that was what really mattered.