Lucy's Boo

Chapter 11

I wake up this morning, blissfully dazed and somewhat confused. I grab my phone off of my night stand and scroll through my text messages.

Yep. Not going crazy. There it is. A message from Dillan.

It has been almost a year since I’ve talked or heard from him, so this text comes as a complete surprise.

Where in the hell did he come from?

 We met at church when I was in middle school. Innocent crush at best. Over time, my feelings for him became a little bit more profound, but I knew it wasn’t anything to pursue seriously. He was two years ahead of me, and already accepted into a prestigious university in Florida. The idea of a long distance relationship was not realistic.   A small smile comes across my face, curious as to what he has been up to all of this time. Yet, I can’t focus on him. Travis has completely consumed my thoughts. What happened in the back of his car was a first for me, and something I very much want to happen again. In the midst of my daydreams, my phone rings. It's Travis.

I answer the phone in my sexy voice. "Hello."

"Good morning love." His voice is as deep as it is soothing.

"Good morning. How are you?" I sit up in bed, resting my back against the quilted headboard. He tells me that he is doing well and that he woke up with me on his mind.

"Is that so?" I ask sarcastically. "Lets be honest. It wasn't me on your mind this morning. It was my Lucy."

"I mean..." He chuckles as if he knew I was telling the truth. 

"It's ok." I said, somewhat annoyed. This is usually how things go when I give in to temptation before it is fully vetted. Don't get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoyed our little introduction to each other in the back seat of his car, but the fact that I even let it go that far was enough to let me know that this attraction was physical only. Plain and simple.

Travis clears his throat. "I mean, that wasn't the first thing that came to mind, although it is pleasant highlight from the evening." He goes on and on telling me about how he enjoyed our conversation and how he looks forward to taking me out again.

Rolling my eyes, "I had a great time as well. A memorable night for sure." 

And just like that. Turned off. He on the other hand sounds more excited now than when we first got on the phone. 

Damn. Calm down.

"Maybe we can do coffee after our practice this week. I can't wait to see you again."  

Shit. Forgot all about that. Can't cut him off just yet. I don't know if it was what he said or how he said it. Either way, when I woke up this morning, I wanted to f**k him senseless, in a bed, like regular people. Now, I have no interest. 

I slide back down in the bed and hide my face with the covers.

He had so much potential.

"Yeah. I think I can manage coffee." 

We continue with the small talk for another five minutes before I let him know that I need to get my day started and I would text him later. I have no intentions of doing so, but it seemed like the polite thing to say.

I hang up the phone and toss it aside. How did I even let myself go that far? Yea he was cute and all, but honestly, dinner should have been the end of it. Am I that desperate? My mind is fast-pitching me thoughts and I am barely able to bat them away. The most frequent of them all...Irv. My feelings are beginning to cross that line and I don't know if that is a good or bad thing. Our relationship is not of the traditional one, but we are way more than friends. What would happen if I told him how I was feeling? The last thing I want is to ruin what we do have. Maybe I can use this pending trip to Paris as a way to let him know my true thoughts. Should I take that risk?

Frustrated with myself, I decide I need to to take a shower. I roll myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I see this emotionally exhausted shell of a woman. Remnants of last night's make up still on my face. Curls frizzy. A mess.

"It's official. I look like shit." I mumbled under my breath. I reach over and turn on my music. As the sultry voice of Jill Scott plays in the background, I walk over and turn the shower on. I close the door behind me, walking over to my closest. 

Outfit for the day: Yoga pants and a sweatshirt. Easy enough. I toss my choice onto the bed and head back to the bathroom. As I open the door, I am immediately hit in the face with the steam brewing for the shower. I strip out of my night shirt and step in. I allow the hot water to hit my chest.

Pretty sure I lost some skin, but it feels amazing!

I turn, allowing for the water to massage my back and shoulders. I tilt my head back, wetting my hair and managing to almost drown myself at the same time. I face forward, grabbing my loofah and soap. The air fills with the scent of lavender and vanilla, two of my most favorite fragrances. As I begin to caress my curves, I can't help but close my eyes. Visions of Irv's hands doing this exact thing fill my mind. The times that we have shared in this very setting have been some of my most explosive. I open my eyes, realizing that Travis wasn't what I needed. Irv was.

I finish with my shower. I make my way over to the sink. I do my usual morning routine: brush my teeth, wash face, and moisturize. I take the towel from around my hair and finish up drying it, adding oil and curl cream to my now sleek curls. I walk back into my bedroom, sit on the edge of the bed and lotion myself. I get dressed, slip on my comfy UGG slippers, and head directly for the kitchen. 

It's a beautiful, but cold Sunday morning. Usually Laura would be at church, but since the passing of her mother, she has been staying home. I can hear her rummaging around in her room.

"Good morning!" I yell over the running water. I fill a cup with water to pour into the coffee maker.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" What on earth is she doing in there...

I could hear her muffled yes through the all of the noise.

"What are you doing? Sounds like you are destroying everything in your closest." As I finished my statement, Laura appears from her room.

"Sorry. I was trying to find this picture of my mom. It was driving me nuts. Got it now." She comes over and collapses on a bar stool. She shows me the picture. It is of her and her mom at her high school graduation. Both with beaming smiles on their faces, radiating joy through the photo. 

"Aww. You guys look exactly alike."

Laura rolls her eyes. "Uh, no we don't. I used to get so irritated when we would be out together and strangers would ask if we were sisters. I miss that now."

I have to give my friend credit. She is way stronger than I could ever have been in that situation. I guess the difference between a sudden death and a death from illness, is you get a little bit of time to prepare. But are you ever truly ready?

"Here's your coffee babe." She takes the mug and as ritual, face-plants her nose in it and takes a deep breath in.

Shaking my head, "I never understand why you do that."

"I don't know. Just love the smell. Enough about that...tell me about last night. How was dinner with Travis?" That same beaming smile now shining across her face.

When she said his name, I instantly felt sick to my stomach.

"It was ok. He's a nice guy and all, but he's not my type." I grab my cup and walk over to the couch. I sit in the spot directly in front of the sun. 

"Not your type? Uh oh. What did he do?" she asks with the most piercing, motherly eyes piercing.

"He didn't do anything. Calm down." She is so quick to get on the defensive when it comes to how guys treat me. "Dinner was nice. We had the typical 'getting to know you' talks. We laughed, drank a little. Nothing major." I take a sip of my coffee. I am ready to forget about last night. Not all pleasure is good pleasure. 

"So nothing happened? No makeout session, no tickling the kitty?" I spit out my coffee and laughed.

"Tickling my what??" I asked with the look of surprise.

"Yeah you know, tickling your kitty." While saying it, Laura takes her right hand, turning it palm side up, and moving her third and fourth fingers back and forth.

"Uh ma'am, please don't ever let me hear you say that again." We both get a good laugh out of it. She isn't the most expressive, so for her to be so explicit was news worthy. How could I not tell her after she posed the question like that.

I lean back on the couch, folding my legs to the side. 

"When we finished eating, we walked to his car which was parked a short ways down the street. Instead of getting in the front, Travis asked me to come sit with him in the back for a second. One thing led to another and..." I bury my face in my cup."Meredith, you f****d him on the first night...in the back of his car??!!" Her voice is high and excited.

"No! I didn't f**k him. He decided to introduce himself down there with his mouth and I wasn't going to stop him. Hell, I was tipsy and if we were any other environment, I might have." I can see Laura shaking her head.

"Don't judge. It might do you some good to step out there." Nothing but seriousness in my voice.

"Not judging. I wish I was that comfortable with myself." I can tell the thought of it made her sad.

"Look. There is nothing wrong with being careful about who you invest your time with. I don't like dealing with my feelings so I look for things to do. I wouldn't say that is the best trait to have. You could end up in the back of some dudes care, getting your p***y ate, enjoy it, and yet still wake up the next morning totally regretting it."

I stand up, walk over to her and give her a kiss on the forehead. I  go to the kitchen and begin pulling out what I need to make breakfast. Feeling like an omelet this morning.

"So I guess that means rehearsal is going to be awkward from now on?" Laura asks as she follows me into the kitchen.

"It won't be awkward. He asked me out for coffee after rehearsal this week. I'll let him know then that I'm not interested."

We finish up breakfast and Laura tells me she needs to run some errands. I tell her that I plan to stay behind and do come cleaning up, along with some much needed studying. The beginning of a new semester is always the hardest when you are trying to establish that schoolwork rhythm. Laura heads out. I turn on some music and start my cleaning expedition in the living room, working my way around hitting the kitchen, then the dining room, ending in the front where the desk and printer sit. I notice that there is a package laying against the wall near the desk. I pick it up and see that it is addressed to me. 

Interesting. I don't remember ordering anything.

I look at the return address and see that it was sent to me by no on other than Irv. My heart races a little. It is very rare for him to send anything to me through the mail. He normally uses it as an excuse to see me. I sit down at the desk and open it. 

My mouth drops. 

Inside this inconspicuous white packaging is a black box. Written on top "Tracy's Dog". 

What in the world is this?? 

I open up the box and what is staring at me...a new dildo aka Craybit. Similar to the one I have, on a much smaller scale: two small rabbit ears with a penetrating body, containing 15 speeds and patterns, made to hit three different spots. I am holding the devil in my hand.

I can feel a lump growing in the back of my throat, and a certain tingle brewing below. 

Oh my!

I take off running to my room. Damn near broke my ankle as I rounded the corner. I grab my phone and without thinking twice, FaceTime Irv. He answers.

"I was wondering how long it was going to be before I heard from you."

 His voice makes me catch my breath. He is laying in his bed, comfortor pulled up, settling just below his belly button. No shirt. Skin glistening. I can hear the sound of whistles in the background. Forgot, football does come one today.

I sit on the bed, making myself comfortable against the headboard.

"How are you doing? You know I wasn't going to go all day without talking to you." I flash a cute smile.

"Yeah, Yeah. I'm good. Enjoying being lazy for once. Definitley could use some company." An grin displays on his face.

"Now you know I am back in school which means what?"

"No time for me." Irv tries to appear sad and heartbroken. He achieves looking goofy.

"So, I got your package sir." I choke on my words a little, as I grab the new member, holding it up to the phone. Irv sits straight up in his bed and mutes the tv. He can barely contain his excitement.

"What were you thinking??" I am intrigued as much as I am embarrassed.

"Well." His voice deep, calling to my most inner parts. 

"I felt that since we have some distance between us, that you needed something to hold you over until the next time we are able to see each other. A friend of mine told me about this and I think you might enjoy it."

"A friend huh? What kind of friend could possibly be giving you s*x toy advice?" Irv could sense the slight hint of jealousy in my tone.

Am I jealous?

"Have you tried it yet?" He sounds like a kid in a candy store just being told he could have whatever he wanted.

"Um no. I don't.." Irv interrupts me.

"Go close your door." Voice stern and commanding.

"What do you mean go..." sheer panic has come over me.

"Just what I said, go close...your door."

I get up and walk over to the door. I peek my head out, as if there was someone else here with me. There isn't. I close the door and walk back over to the bed. I sit with my back against the door and prop my phone against the headboard. 

"Take your shirt off." Irv demands with a low, sultry voice. I look at him. His eyes have grown darker, like embers in a burning fire. His expression is serious. Determined.

I stand and move towards the front of the bed. I slowly pull my shirt over my head, revealing my dark purple satin bra.

"Keep going."

I pull my pants down, admitting that I have been walking around with no panties on.

"No panties today Meredith? I would bend you over right there where you stand if I could." My breath quickens.

"Come sit down and bring your new friend." I walk back over to the side of the bed and sit. Swinging my legs on either side of my pillow, I am now spread eagle in front of my phone, giving Irv a front row seat to my Lucy.

"There's my girl." He says and he pretends to touch her through the camera. 

"Now lay back and close your eyes."

I do. Breathing harder by the second. The anticipation for what I know is about, building.

"Take your hand, and touch her. Touch her how you would want me touching you right now." Slowly, I bring my hand down to my Lucy, allowing my fingers to explore along the way, using my other hand to rub on my breasts.

A moan escapes from my lips.

"Take two fingers and slide them inside. Show me how wet you are."

Wet is not even the word. It's a river overflowing with heat and desire. My juices cover my fingers and I show them to him.

"Taste yourself. Taste your goodness." Glad I have never been a shy person or this whole situationo would be extremely awkward. After tasting my honey, I put my fingers back inside of myself, slowly working them in and out.

"Grab my gift and let me watch what it makes you do."

I reach and grab for it. I gently guide it in, my walls clinching it as it makes entry. I explore with the settings all of which seem way more intense than I was expecting. Suddenly, I hit a setting that puts an immediate arch in back and flings my legs wider than they already were.

"Looks like we have hit money." Irv says with a chuckle.

"Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes." I managed to force out.

"Do you see me? Do you see me, on top of you, making you feel like this?"

"Yes."

"Move it in and out. Keep going until I tell you to stop. Does it feel like me f*****g you?"

"Yes" I yell. "Yes, yes, yes." It was almost automatic. The more questions he asked, the more I listened to his voice and pictured out last time together, the faster I went. 

"Come!"

It hit and it hard. Damn near dislocated my own hip.

"Ahhhhh.....oh my god!!" And as I am having my euphoric moment, I lift my head just enough to see Irv beating is luxurious pipe. I gather my thoughts to the sweet sounds of his orgasm. We both lay there, catching our breaths as if we had just f****d each other. My body still pulsating, I manage to unlock the toy from my body and sit up, grabbing the phone before collapsing back on the bed. I take my throw blanket, a gift given to me by Irv last christmas, and cover myself.

"This thing should be illegal." I giggled as he flashed a smile.

Before I knew it, we were both dozing off.

"Hey babe. Call me back later." I whispered into the phone.

"No. We can nap together. Just like this." 

Too tired to argue, I place my phone on the pillow next to me, curl up in my blanket and drift off to sleep, blissfully dazed, and no longer confused about where I am supposed to be.