Page 79 of Good Vibes Only
“I’m going to take the blindfold off you now, okay? Three … two …one.”
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McKayla
Iswiped the blindfold off of Brett. The light pierced his sensitive eyes, making him look like a sleepy puppy as he struggled to crack his eyelids open. Through squinted eyes, he stared at the plastic tube I held in my hand.
“Surpriiise,” I sang, holding the tube up to him.
His eyebrow quirked. “What the hell is that thing, Mac?”
“It’s a mold!” I said. Curious how it came out, I peeped inside the goop-filled tube and studied the void his long and fat cock had made.
“A mold of what?”
I held it closer and offered him a glimpse inside. “Your penis!”
“You took a mold of my cock?” He peered into the tube, gazing upon the impression left behind by his penis. “Huh! Look at that.”
“Remember when you came to my shop for the first time the other day? You grabbed this off the shelf. You said you wanted to buy it. Or maybe you were just teasing me at the time?”
“Ohhh yeah! The make-your-own dildo kit. I remember that.” He snapped his fingers, his memory jogged. “Nah, I wasn’t teasing you. I thought it was cool. Actually, I thought it’d be a funny locker room gag—like, make a mold of my cock, then hide it in one of my teammate’s hockey bags or something. To troll the boys with my cock, you know?”
I patted his cheek. “Brett, honey, ‘trolling the boys with your cock’ sounds an awful lot like sexual harassment.”
“Wha’?” He seemed genuinely surprised to hear that. “But we see each other’s cocks all the time—in the locker room, in the showers—literally every single day. And that’s not sexual harassment.”
I nodded. “And pro sports are different from the real world in that regard, but all I’m saying is, it’sprobablynot the best idea to sneak a sex toy, molded from your very own erect penis, into your coworker’s belongings.”
“Oof. When you put it likethat, it does sound kinda bad,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Hey, what’s that dildo kit called again? It had a funny name, like—”
“Clone Your Own.”
“That’s right.” He laughed. “So you really cloned my own, eh?”
“I did,” I said with a nervous smile. “But since I did it without your consent, just let me know if you’re not comfortable with it, and I’ll destroy it.”
“Destroyit?” He laughed, startled, and looked at me like I was sprouting a second head. “Hell no. Don’t do that. I’m actually kinda honored right now, babe.”
I let out a breath of relief. “Good, I’m glad you’re not upset. Honestly, I was kinda grappling with the ethics of taking that mold without your knowledge. But I thought it’d be okay as long as—”
“Mac, Mac, Mac. It’s totally fine.” He cut me off before I could ramble more. “See, this is why we’re good for each other.”
My heart fluttered, happy to hear he thought we were good for each other.
“Why’s that?” I asked, trying not to smiletoobig.
“Because you can help me avoid inadvertently sexually harassing my teammates. And I can help you have the confidence to do all the awesome stuff you wanna do.”
I laughed. “Awesome stuff, like cloning your cock?”
“I mean, itispretty awesome.”
“You’re such an ass, Brett,” I teased.
“So?” He gestured at the mold impatiently. “Let’s hurry up and finish it. I wanna see what that bad boy looks like before I have to leave.”
“Aw. I’m happy you’re excited to see it, but the mold needs to cure for a day or two before I can cast it.”
