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Ch. 10


José calls me that afternoon while I'm at work.

"Hey, are we doing coffee?" He sounds like his old self. Thank god.

"Sure. I'm at work. Can you make it here, for, say, twelve?"

"See you then."

I'll say this, José is never late. He runs into the store and wraps me in a huge hug. "Ana," he smiles.

Something is different. He's the same. I swear he's the same. Maybe I'm different. I hope he can't tell. "Hi, José," I say, trying to sound casual, but my voice sounds totally different to my ears. More mature.

I let Mrs. Clayton know I'm heading out for lunch before we head to the coffee shop.

I order tea and a cheese sandwich, José gets a coffee and a muffin. He must have skipped breakfast. He never eats breakfast.

We find a nice table by the window. I forgot these chairs were plain wood seats. Memories of my dream flood back and I feel myself blushing. I feel something tighten deep inside of me. I'm so surprised by it that I plop myself onto the chair less than gracefully. The soreness in my ass makes me wince slightly.

"Are you alright, Ana?"

Shit. José must have seen. Shit. I suck at lying.

"Yeah, I fell in the bathroom yesterday. I'm just a little sore."

"Jesus, are you okay?"

I nod, hoping he'll drop it.

He eyes me for a moment then stares at his coffee.

"Do you really forgive me, Ana?" he murmurs to his oversized mug.

"José, you know I can never stay mad at you for long."

He grins stupidly at me. At least some things don't change.


I spend all of Tuesday packing and occasionally researching my new lifestyle — I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm committed.

I haven't seen Kate since Sunday night because her family is in town for graduation on Thursday. We plan to hang out during the day Wednesday. She said she'd help me finish off the waxing and then do a little shopping before my date that night. I'm getting more and more nervous as Tuesday evening rolls around, both about my dinner with Christian and about my daytime plans with Kate.

As I drift off to sleep, I check my phone one more time. I have a new text from Christian.


*Looking forward to dinner tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 6pm. See you then.*


I reply,


*I'm sure I'll see you sooner than that - in my dreams.*


Before I put my phone down, it pings. There's a new reply.


*I really can't wait to hear about this dream. Care to give me a preview?*


I smile to myself.


*I was tied to my bedroom chair wearing just your underwear*


I hit send and wait. I compose another one.


*And then you cut them off me and I was completely naked.*


I hesitate just a moment too long. A text from Kate pops up just as I hit send. Shit! I sent it to Kate.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I open her text.


*Does 10am work for our intimate waxing session? You haven't pussied out yet, have you?*


Crap.

There's a long three minutes before she knocks on my bedroom door. My phone keeps pinging but I ignore it.

I open the door, my entire body red from blushing.

"Uh, Ana, I think you sexted the wrong person accidentally."

I cover my face with my hands. I could not be more embarrassed.

"Is that a new laptop?" she asks, shock in her voice.

"Um, yes," I murmur. Before I can stop her, she plops down on my bed in her tiny bicycle shorts and opens up the MacBook Pro.

"Wow, Ana. This, uh, is some kind of research," she giggles.

I run over and see that a webpage discussing different types of vibrators and dildos is open, complete with full-color pictures of toys and video of how to use them.

Aha, it turns out I can be more embarrassed.

I slam the screen shut.

"Uh, that's, uh... I didn't mean for you," I stutter. I glance up at her to find her with a giant grin across her face.

"It's okay, Ana." She eases the laptop out of my arms and fires it back up. "Just, these ones here are too much for you. Try this." She pulls up a new page and enters in a web address for a sex shop called Babeland. She clicks through as though she's been to it a hundred times. She points at the screen and smiles at me.

"This one is a good starter." I stare at her. I knew she was experienced, but somehow I thought this would be a bit too freaky for her. "Is this just for you or for you and a buddy?"

"Uh, Kate, I don't really... I'm not really looking. I was just curious." She eyes me incredulously. "Christian may have mentioned it," I say, thinking about the soft limits in the contract. "But I don't really know how intense it would be. It scares me a little." She gives me that sexy, mischievous smile again and hops off the bed, rushing out of the room. I sit awkwardly on the bed, holding my head in my hands. I think my face will be red for the next hour. I can't take much more of this.

A minute later, she's back with a small box. It's decorated and looks sort of like an oversized jewelry box. Across the top it says, "Funbox" in gold calligraphy. She jumps back onto the bed next to me, bouncing before settling. She sits cross-legged and puts the box in her lap facing me.

"You better not freaking judge me, Steele," she says as she opens the box and I nearly spit-take.

The interior is lined with sky blue velvet and slid into the custom-sized depressions are three pink sex toys.

I know my mouth is hanging open like I'm catching flies. I try to talk, to respond in some way, but I just wind up flapping my jaw.

"So, this one," Kate says, pulling the largest one out of the box. It's smooth, shiny pink plastic, shaped like a missile. It has to be at least 10" long and about 3" around. It looks more like a toddler's arm than a penis in my opinion. "I got this one last year after dating Jorge. You remember Jorge?"

I remember Jorge. He was the largest 22-year-old I have ever met. He was a linebacker for the WSU team. About 6'5" and probably 250lbs of pure muscle and genetic perfection. Meeting him was like that scene in Twins when they explain that Arnold is all the good genes and Danny DeVito is all the bad ones. They dated for all of about three weeks. I barely slept during that time because of all the noise they made. All night.

I nod. I don't get it.

"What can I say, I craved the size once we broke up."

Oh.

"It's just a dildo, it doesn't do anything, but it is big."

She's got that right.

I try to imagine that in my... It's laughable. Hell, it's painful. I try to imagine a penis that size and I fail miserably.

"This one," she says, replacing the giant Jorge cock, "I got when I was dating Jeanette."

Jeanette?

I don't remember any Jeanette.

I would remember Jeanette.

This one's not nearly as scary as Jorge. It's got some sort of cute penguin on the front. I spend a few seconds wondering what any possible purpose of that could be. I'm distracted when she presses a small button on the side and the whole thing kicks to life. Swirling, vibrating, flicking.

"Here," she says, grabbing my index finger and pressing it against the penguin's beak.

Holy shit, that thing is moving fast. I blush crimson and pull my finger back to the sounds of Kate's giggles.

She picks up the last one, a small pink non-fallus-shaped vibrator. "This one I got when I was in high school. It is great. It's my go-to," she says.

She hands it to me and I receive it unwittingly into my hand. It feels comfortable in my hand.

"Press here," she says, pointing at a small "plus" sign on the back of it, near where my thumb is.

Depending how many times I press, it vibrates at different speeds, different rhythms.

"You should start with something like Billy."

Billy?

"I named her Billie after Billie Piper. You know, from Confessions of a London Call-Girl?"

Ah, Billie.

Kate winks at me. My blood turns fiery in my veins.

"Why don't you hang onto Billie for a while. I'm thinking of upgrading anyway," she says, crawling across my lap to click a few links on the computer. A new page comes up in the browser.

"This one has Bluetooth and connects to your iPhone." She smiles sexily at me. I'm not even sure I understand the words coming out of her mouth, but they are titillating.

Kate leans in slightly to me.

"Want me to show you how to use him?" she asks.

I gulp.

Yes.

Saved by the bell, once again, my computer starts ringing. We both look over at it and some application has popped up called Skype. I literally have no idea what's happening, so I click "Answer."

A video chat with Christian opens up. He's sitting at his desk — the desk — in a pale blue checked shirt and the tie from my dream. I feel something in me throb.

"Good evening, Miss Kavanagh, Miss Steele," he says, a little surprise coloring his voice.

I glance at the tiny rectangle in the corner of the screen showing what Christian sees. I'm sitting with my legs over the edge of the bed, twisted to face the computer screen and Kate is laying across my lap. Her breasts are front and center.

"Hello, Mr. Grey. I hope you were good to our sweet little Miss Steele over the weekend," she purrs.

I panic. Kate and her fucking mouth!

"I believe she enjoyed herself," he smiles back at her. "Did you enjoy yourself, Miss Steele?"

They both look at me, clearly pleased with themselves. My face is hot and I stammer, "Um, yes, sir."

Christian leans forward towards the screen, his eyes darkening. Oh, I like that look, I think. Kate raises and eyebrow at me. "Sir?" she mouths.

"Good, I'm glad," he says, leaning back, lacing his hands in front of him. "Have you two been behaving yourselves?" My breath hitches.

"I was just loaning Ana a toy," Kate says, standing up and closing the Funbox. "I was going to show her how to use it next, but now that you're here, maybe you can act as teacher, Mr. Grey." She turns over her shoulder and winks at me. "I bet you could learn a few things from her, too."

I flap my mouth again, ineffectually.

"Laters!" she shouts as she leaves, closing the door behind her with a giggle.

"I think I'm starting to like this Miss Kavanagh," Christian says. Oh boy.