She shakes her head and squints her eyes.

“You always have to ask first.”

But she has no time. With a cry, she starts to spasm. The phone clatters to the floor. I hear her soft wail, and then light panting. No longer pressed against her flesh, the wand sounds louder. A moment later, it’s turned off.

Heat swirls in my loins as I imagine her pussy pulsing from the climax. After a minute or so, she collects herself and picks up the phone.

“What just happened?” I ask.

“I came,” she replies weakly.

“Was it a good one?”

She nods.

I smile. “Good.”

I decide not to point out that she didn’t ask to come, which entails a punishment in my book. I’ll save that for when she’s back over at my place.

Chapter 14

BRIDGET

Past

Last night, I managed to work on my paper a little more after using the wand for Darren. And since Amy was probably spending the night at JD’s place, leaving me the room to myself, I actually used the wand before going to bed. The orgasms don’t engage my whole body the way sex with Darren does, but they still feel great, and they come fast. Usually it takes me twenty or more minutes to masturbate myself to the end. The wand cuts that time in quarters, and the orgasms are stronger.

The next day, I think through what I would say to my internship supervisor, Linda Rosen. I can’t believe I’m actually asking for time off to go to Thailand. It’s crazy. I don’t do this kind of stuff. To make sure I haven’t lost a screw, I call Coretta, a woman I trust second only to my grandmother.

“So there is a man in your life,” Coretta says. “I thought I sensed something.”

I’m sure I didn’t say anything during my last call with Coretta that would suggest that I’m seeing anyone, but maybe she has a sixth sense.

“He a student at Cal, too?” Coretta asks.

“He’s actually a few years older,” I answer as I sit before my desk with one foot on my chair. “He went to UCLA.”

“By a ‘few years older,’ how many are we talking about?”

“I’m guessing five.”

“That’s a little more than a ‘few,’” Coretta teases.

“Maybe four.”

“And what does he do?”

“He owns a club in the city.”

“How’d you meet?”

I tell her the story of how Darren and I first met and how I ended up throwing my drink in his face.

“Well, your grandmother probably wouldn’t have approved of throwing drinks at people,” Coretta commented, “but it sounds like this young man deserved it.”

“He admits he did.”

“Good. So how did he win you over?”

I think for several seconds. “He let me teach him how to boil an egg.”

“You’re telling me he doesn’t know how to boil an egg?”

“Actually, I don’t know a lot of guys who know how to boil an egg. I bet the majority of guys in college don’t know.”