A little something to ease her resistance

I took a final drag of my cigarette and absentmindedly flicked it as I blew out a smoky breath, then stepped through the doorway, determined and focused as I made a beeline for the health and beauty department of the store.

I shook my head as I stood there and browsed the items, chuckling. How far our society has come, able to buy such things at Walmart. I wasn’t complaining too much. I was glad they offered shit like this. Porn shops were few and far between these days. But can you imagine the courage it would take for a girl to ask an employee, quite possibly one of her male schoolmates, to open the case and let her pick out a pink vibrator with clit and butthole stimulators? I shook my head again.

It’s a brave, new world.

But I wasn’t here for that. My eyes scanned the shelves and saw what I was looking for. I took a moment to browse the options, briefly considering the one with the numbing agent. I smirked., exhaling sharply through my nose. No. I want her to feel it. Every fucking inch.

I opted for one called Tush Cush. I think that’s what it was called. Pretty, pink bottle, for a pretty, pink asshole. I looked at the price and raised an eyebrow. $30, but who gives a shit. I made my way to the self checkout registers and finished my purchase, then walked back out to my car.

I wanted to give her some time to get him out of the house, unsure if she’d even be able to. I let out a deep breath. She better. I wasn’t about to be denied twice in one fucking day. I casually picked up the bottle as I drove home, deciding on a nice, long, thorough shower. And as a bonus, if she sent him away early, a long shower and taking my time getting there would no doubt make her sweat. Make her nervous. I loved it when she was nervous. I glanced at the bottle. Tush Cush. For her sake, I hope it works. I almost changed my mind about getting it. She’d done alright with just my spit. But that’ll come with time. And practice. Lots of practice.

I smirked and let out a groaning sigh, shaking my head as I enjoyed my thoughts. Then we wouldn’t need the lube anymore. I blinked slowly, remembering the fading memory of what it felt like to be up there. Mmm, Miss Laura. You dirty girl. I grit my teeth and felt a surge of excitement.

Was it luck? Nope. It was me. And it was her. The planets aligned, and the universe threw us together, knowing we were fucking made for each other. Perfectly compatible, like a plug and an outlet. I nodded at the analogy, and continued on to my house.

Once done in the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror, letting my towel drop to the floor. Manscaped and clean, and ready for action. Not bad, kid. I put on a nice pair of jeans and a T shirt. One of the shirts that all the girls complimented, because it fit just right and showed off my arms and physique in the ways that made them all pucker. I opted to go commando, going for efficiency over decorum. Several spritzes of my tastiest cologne, and I was good to go. I ran my fingers back through my hair and grabbed my keys and wallet, plus the little bottle with the pink label as I left my room and headed downstairs.

I pulled out of the driveway and tapped out a quick text, re-reading it a couple of times after I sent it to her.

On my way

I glanced back and forth between the road in front of me and the phone in my hand, and when I saw that she read the text, those pleasant butterflies tickled my gut in the best way. A heavy, anticipatory feeling soothed me from crotch to toes and fingertips, and I suddenly stretched uncontrollably, my lips curling into a euphoric grin as I let out a deep breath.

The ride there was quiet. Not many people on the road, which was nice. Nice enough to keep my windows rolled down, a cool breeze balancing out the heat of the evening. The perfect evening. I was so fucking excited. He better not fucking be there, or else I’d fuck her right in front him and make him watch.

I chuckled at the image playing in my head. I bet he’d just let it happen, wouldn’t he? Tears falling down his cheeks as he jerked his little dick, crying in despair even as the sights and sounds of me balls deep in his fiancé’s ass made him cum all over himself.

I exhaled through my nose sharply, enjoying the image. I bet I was right on the money with that one. Fucking prick.

It was dark when I turned onto her street, and I drove slowly to prolong her anxiety just a little bit longer. His car wasn’t in the driveway, and my heart leapt a bit, my stomach fluttering with excitement. Good girl. I grit my teeth and turned my headlights off, slowly pulling up near the curb.

I quietly got out, sliding the small, pink bottle into my back pocket as I gently closed the car door. I glanced around as I walked up the driveway, casually scanning the neighbors’ windows to search for any inquiring eyes. None. Good neighbors, minding their own business. As it should be.

I texted her when I reached the front door.

Here

And I waited.

About a minute later I heard the deadbolt unlock, and I watched the knob turn slowly. So slowly. I smiled, the thrill of victory already celebrating inside me. I looked up as the door cracked open, only a few inches, and her pretty face appeared in the darkened gap. Her eyes were wide. Embarrassed. Already. Or _still. _I wasn’t sure. She quickly scanned the houses across the street with cautious, darting, uneasy eyes, silently scanning each window as I did a moment earlier. Not quite as casually as I had done, but I understood why.

I smiled and nudged the door open, stepping inside as she timidly backed up into the darkened foyer and simply let me, without any need of an invitation anymore.