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I must be either out of my mind or I must be really desperate for sex to even have the nerve to come here. I’m in the medicine aisle of Ralphs, holding a small light purple box in my trembling hand. A box that says:
Two-in-one intense touch finger massager
If there was a salesperson coming around, they’ll probably ask why my face is glowing red like a traffic light and why my right hand is bleeding. Seriously? This is fucking embarrassing and it’s all Rob’s fault.
Who’s Rob, you ask? Rob, my high school sweetheart and second-year college sweetheart, is a cock-sucking son of a bitch. He’s selfish and arrogant. When he wants sex, I can either do it or deal with his sulky attitude. When I want sex, he’s either too busy or too tired, like it would be a chore to pleasure me.
If you ask me, fucking him is becoming like a job now except I’m not getting paid.
His recent refusal, which brought me here in the first place, majorly pissed me off. I got home early because my afternoon class got cancelled and I wanted to surprise him. I rushed into my bedroom (We have separate rooms even though we lived together for two years, can you imagine?) and changed into my Alexander Queen nightie and sprayed on some Pulse.
I waited in the hallway. I knew he would be home from work by now, so I dimmed the blinds. I heard the door open and him shuffling to the couch before he plopped down. I entered the room sultrily and went over to him.
“Rough day, Handsome?” I asked in my best Mae West-que tone.
Rob looked at me, unfazed, “Sabrina, what are you doing?”
I took a step towards him and ran my index finger from his collarbone to his chin, “I thought since my class got cancelled and you finally being home…”
“Sabrina,” he said flatly. “You’re acting like a dog.”
A dog. Right. Your girlfriend wants to fuck your brains out like there’s no tomorrow and you say she’s a dog. Well, that got me so riled up that I slapped him across his stupid face.
“The hell?!” he yelled, rubbing his now sore cheek.
“You bastard!” I screamed at him. “I’m trying to do something nice for you and do something we both enjoy and you decide to insult me! Well, fine! Since you don’t want to cause bestiality with me, have fun with your hand!”
I ran out of the backdoor and stand out of the porch, face feeling hot like a oven. I hear a metallic thud and I turned. I see my neighbor for about a year taking out the trash in his mini-yard.
Gerard Way goes to my college but he’s an art major. Between you and me, he’s pretty hot. Majorly fucking hot. He’s a real artist. He showed me some of his drawings and they’re good. He even has shock red hair that makes him even hotter.
He looked at me, “Nice nightie. Very sexy.”
I blushed and covered my chest, totally embarrassed. Gerard smiled, “Relax. I can’t really see anything.”
I uncovered and sniffled. He saw this and asked me what’s wrong. I tell him the whole ordeal.
“A dog?” he said after I finished my story. “If anyone’s a dog here, it’s Rob. He thinks you don’t have the right to do the seducing. It’s all gotta be him.”
“Well, now he can,” I said. “Because I am never sleeping with him again! That’s it!”
“Are you taking applications?” he asked. “I’d love to apply.”
I cracked a smile and waved him off. Then I headed back inside and went to my room. I changed into my light purple tieback shirt and my light violet lace-sided Capri pants. I went into my bathroom and painted my sad face with smoky eye shadow, mocha mascara, a dust of smoky blush, and Jolly Rancher watermelon lip balm with a Smackers watermelon lip gloss coat. Finally, I placed a pink lace headband onto my long dark auburn hair.
When I finally put on my black wedges, I grabbed my wallet and I see a framed picture of Rob. I picked it up, stared at it for a moment, and punched it hard before I dropped it to the floor and stomped on it. Hence, the bleeding hand.
Which brings us to our present state. Since I’m determined to never have sex with Rob ever again, I’m shopping for a vibrator for myself.
I stare at the package in my hand. Hmm. This could be good. Can be either a bullet or a massager. But now I feel awkward and scared. Should I buy this? I never bought anything close to this.
“I heard that’s a good brand,” a masculine voice said beside me.
“O-Oh,” I commend and turn. Then I almost shriek. What I thought was a salesclerk, was actually Gerard. Perfect. My hot next-door neighbor is standing right next to me and I’m holding a boxed vibrator.
Earth, if you were ever merciful, please swallow me whole right now.
To make matters worse, he takes the box from my hand and reads it, “Two-in-one intense touch massager.”
He looks at me, hands it back, and smirks, “It even comes with a condom. Good. That’s one less to buy.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about until he leans over to my ear and whispers, “Hurry up and buy it. Then head to my house. I’ll be there shortly.”
With that, he nips my earlobe and leaves. My face is hot and my heart is pounding like mad. Oh my god, he wants me. And I want him too. So badly.
I grab a box of big bandages and a bottle of peroxide and immediately race to the self-checkout lane because come on, which would you rather choose? A machine or a person who would look at you funny?
After I paid and bagged it, I begin sprinting to Gerard’s house. Thank god the store’s located on the left side of town or else I would’ve gone past my house and Rob would see me.
I stand in front of his door, waiting for him. I reach into my bag and open the box of bandages. After I unscrewed the bottle, I apply the peroxide on the wounds and stuck on three bandages. Finally, I take out the box, staring at it with disbelief. I can’t believe I bought a vibrator! I lick my lips and close my eyes, trying to imagine what it would feel like when I rub it against me.
“Thinking about it?” Gerard’s voice broke my thoughts but I didn’t mind. I open my eyes and smile at what I see.
He’s standing right in front of me, holding a bag. He has that smirk again, “Can I get through please?”
I move aside and he squeezes through to open the door. When he does, he takes my hand and leads me inside. He drops the bag to the floor.
“Gerard,” was all I managed to say before he attacks my lips with a hot and passionate kiss.
He pulls away and licks his lips, “Favored lip gloss.”
“Gerard,” I say again.
“Shh,” he says. “Come with me.”
He walks ahead of me and I follow. We get to his bedroom and he tells me to close the door.
When I did, he says, “Lock it.”
I do and I turn to look at him, “What now?”
“You got it?” he asks.
“Got what?” I question until I realize that I’m still holding the box. I look at it then back to him. He nods with a smirk. He grabs the box from my hand. I watch him open the box and take out the massager and the packaged condom.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.
He shifts his gaze to me, “What Rob should’ve done today… and more dirtier things. Pleasurable things.”
I swallow hard. He means business when it comes to sex.
He looks back at the touch massager and removes the rubber finger slip. “This would feel a lot better bare, don’t you think?” he asks me like he was commenting about the weather.
“I don’t know,” I say softly. “Do you?”
“Yeah,” he said and pushes the button to turn it on. It made a tiny buzzing sound. Huh. Batteries included.
He pushes it off, “Get on the bed.”
I walk to his bed and sat down. He turns to me and says, “Lie down.”
I lie back, feeling a little nervous. I hear him approaching and feel his weight on his bed. He swoops in and gives me the same kiss as before. I wrap my arms around his neck and press him closer to me. Our lips are in perfect synchronization. His hands roam from my head to my breasts to the hem of my capris. They quickly unbutton the tab and pull down the zipper. Then he sees it and grins at what he sees.
The reason? These capris are Lucky Brand and on the inside flap there’s a printed patch that says LUCKY YOU.
“Prepared, are we?” he laughs. “But, yeah, I am and so are you.”
I smile but I gasp when I feel his finger dip inside my pants. He finally pulls them off me. Gerard ran his hands down my thighs and spread me apart a little. He lowers his head and presses an open-mouth kiss on my stomach and then on the lacy fabric of my panties.
Oh sweet Jesus, he’s driving me crazy. I let out small whimpers and my mind is screaming Do something already, you fucking gorgeous tease!
God, my mind is a greedy little bitch when it comes to sex with Gerard.
Gerard runs a finger across my panties, “You want me to take them off?”
I bob my head up and down fast. Hell yes I do.
“Y-Yeah,” I manage to say through the heat.
He smirks and yanks my panties down. Then he fishes out the massager and turns it on. He sees it vibrating in his hand and looks at me, “Let’s see how well this works.”
He presses it right against my clit. Hmm. I feel it but I’m not feeling it.
He notices this too, “Hmm, no. not there.”
Then he moves it to the left and I feel a tingling jolt that makes my hips jump a little. Now I feel something. Ohh, I feel something.
“Ah, there it is,” Gerard said and rubs it there. Mmm…so good. He keeps rubbing it on what I now know is my sensitive spot. I let out a low moan and lift my shirt up a little, “Gerard…”
“Fuck Sabrina,” he purrs as he continues. “You’re so wet now.”
I answer him by panting and moving my hips in small circular motions. I take my shirt off and unhook my bra. Then I take that off and drop it to the side of the bed.
Gerard watches me do this and you know he’s turned on now, “Fuck, you’re so ready.”
I sit up, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, “Goddamn right I am. Now take your clothes off and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grins and begins to shed off his clothes. He’s about to take off his jeans but I’m impatient so I tear them off, along with his boxers. I look at him. Naked.
Fuck, just when I thought he was hot with his clothes on…
“Eager, aren’t we?” Gerard asks in a pleased tone.
“Yes, we are,” I reply.
He smiles, “Impressed?”
“Very much,” I said and kiss him hard. While I’m doing that, my hand snakes down to his waist and I grab a hold of him.
He lets out a yelp then a groan. I move my hand up and down slowly to arouse him. Who’s the tease now?
“Faster…” he pants. “I’m…going crazy!”
I let his begging work and speed up the pace of my hand. He moans in appreciation and soon I replaced my hand with my mouth.
“Oh god!” he moans oh-so-sweetly and his hand is behind my head. His fingers grip my hair. He’s not pulling it or pushing my head down like Rob does when I do this, which is rare because I don’t like doing this. Well, I guess I realize now that I don’t like doing that to Rob. I’m doing this to Gerard and I love it. Judging by his moans, he loves it too.
“Fuck…Sabrina…so good!” he moans softly and I bob my head up and down. His breathing becomes erratic and he pulls my head off him.
“Come here,” he growls and pulls me to his kiss-bruised lips. We kiss for a minute and pulls back, “I want you now”.
And I want him now.
After he puts on the condom from the package, I position myself over him. Without a word of warning, I slide him into me.
“Ahh, fuck!” Gerard moans loudly and places his hands on my hips. “Oh holy shit yes…”
“Oh, oh god,” I moan and run my hands up and down his chest.
He starts to move his hips upward and the friction becomes even sweeter. I move my body up and down to match his movements.
“Fuck Sabrina! So fucking good!” Gerard huffs as he moves even harder in me.
“Gerard, ah, yes, haah!” I moan with every thrust. God, I haven’t been so turned on like this since…since…I don’t think I ever had.
If you so much as breath the question What about Rob? I will bitch-slap you harder than Alice from The Honeymooners would if she heard Ralph say ‘One of these days, Alice…’ one more time.
“Has, haah, Rob ever…nggh…fuck you like, mmm, this?” Gerard manages to ask while pleasure was taking place in his groin.
Even though I’m in pure nirvana right now, I was able to answer him honestly, “N-No…ngggh…not even close…maah…we never did…ah, ah…it t-this way.”
Gerard nods and then asks, “Missionary?”
“Right now?” I question.
He laughs. God, even his laugh is sexy, “No. I mean…oh fucking hell…has he-?”
I shake my head, “No…ah…”
Gerard was actually silent for a moment and then said, “Let’s do it.”
“What?” I ask.
He stops me from moving and flips us around. Now he’s on top and I’m on the bed. He flashes that sexy smirk again and brutally thrusts in me again. I moan loudly, loving the feeling he was giving back to me.
“Oohh god! Yes!” I groan and wrap my arms around his shoulder blades, helpless yet yielding.
He growls and kisses me brutally yet passionately. He grips the edge of the bed with one hand and the other snakes around my right hip.
He pulls away and breathes roughly, “Sabrina, I’m gonna come…hah…”
“Do it,” I say with the last of the strength I have left. “Do it. Come on, baby…”
With one last heated cry, I feel myself come around him while he came hard in the condom. He kisses me tiredly and brushes away a few strands of hair from my sweaty forehead.
He takes himself out of me and takes off the condom. He leans over and threw it in trash. I roll to my side and we’re facing each other. I didn’t know what to say. What else can you say?
Obviously Gerard found something to say, “Good choice with the vibrator.”
I giggle, “If I knew that would bring you around, I would’ve bought it sooner.”
“Sugar, your mere presence gets me around,” he said. “I had to restrain myself with Rob around.”
I snicker and we both become quiet.
“You okay?” he asks me.
I nod, “Yeah, I was just thinking.”
“About?”
I take a breath, “What I just did. What we just did. I had sex with you. Incredibly hot sex. I cheated on Rob…and I don’t care. I don’t care if this hurts Rob. He’s hurt me long enough. But something’s been bothering me. Why did you do this? Why would you want to have sex with me?”
He moves closer and strokes my neck. Then he kisses me. This kiss was very different from all the kisses he gave me. It was like the kiss you read about in fairy tales. How a handsome prince kisses the princess awake from her sleeping curse.
He pulls away and smiles. I smile back, “I love you too…”
I pull him back to my lips.

“What are you gonna tell Rob?” Gerard asks while he finishes getting his shirt back on.
I’m sitting in the middle of his bed, already dressed except I’m barefoot. I shrug, “The truth, I guess. I went to buy a vibrator, you invited me to your house, we had sex.”
“Are you scared?” he asks.
I nod, “Yeah, but about telling him. I mean, we both paid for the house and he would probably want to move out. I can’t pay for the whole rent.”
“So move out of there. Move in with me,” he says.
I double take, “Move in?”
“Yeah. I mean, do you want to?”
I rub my arms, unsure, “Do you want me to?”
He lunges forward and kisses me, “Yes, I want you to.”
I smile and nod, “Okay.”
Then I got off from the bed and put my wedges on, “Well, I guess I better go over and end it all with Rob.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” he asks.
I nod and he slips his hand with mine. We left the room but I’m happy to know that I’ll come back to that room. With my lovely Gerard.


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