Page 24 of Forgotten Comeback
“Shit, I’m coming!” Mia cries, and I snap my attention to her.
Frustrated with myself, I guide the dildo out of Mia’s pussy.
“Damn, Taylor. I’m going to be sore for a week,” Mia says dreamily.
I would offer to kiss it and make it better, but I’m tired of giving unreciprocated oral. “Next time, if I’m too rough, please tell me.”
“Oh, no. I liked it,” she assures me.
“I’m going to clean up.” I give her a quick kiss, walking to the bathroom and closing the door. Unstrapping the bindings, I remove the harness and wash my dildo, refusing to look at myself in the mirror. I don’t know which part bothers me more: that Gavin entered my mind during sex, or that Mia was unconcerned about me getting off during sex.
Returning to the bedroom, I find Mia up and getting dressed. “Where are you going?” I ask, hating the needy tone of my voice.
“I’ve gotta go home and get ready for mass,” she reminds me.
“Ah, I forgot.”
“Trust me, no one in my family would let me forget,” she jokes.
Throwing on some clothes, I hand Mia her purse and walk her downstairs to the door. “Say a confession for me.”
She smiles, shaking her head. “I’m going to mass, not confession. So boring, but the food at my nonna’s house afterwards totally makes up for it. Hey, maybe next week you can come with me, as my friend,” she offers.
My stomach falls. “But I’m your girlfriend.”
“I know that, but my family’s super traditional,” she explains.
So in other words, I’m her dirty little secret. “Yeah, maybe. Hey, but I’ll see you tomorrow night at the Ace’s party, right?” I change the subject.
“Tomorrow night.” She smiles.
We kiss, and I close the door behind her.
Moving to the couch, I hang upside down with my legs up the back, dissecting every word of our conversation. I’m comfortable in my sexuality, but that doesn’t mean Mia is, and maybe I’m expecting too much from her. Then again, maybe I’m selling myself short and expecting too little from her.
Kat’s working today, meaning she won’t have her phone on her; there’s a strict no electronics on the gaming floor policy. That doesn’t stop me from texting her.
I need a brunch date with my bestie!
As predicted, she doesn’t respond, and yet I still manage to hurt my own feelings.
Before I start sending really dumb texts to Mia and torpedo this whole relationship, I switch out my phone for the television. Thirty minutes of flipping, and I give up, tossing the remote.
I’m antsy, and figuring it’s because I’m backed up, I march upstairs. Grabbing my suction vibrator, I get good and comfy on my bed with a towel positioned underneath for easy cleanup. Spreading my legs wide, I bring the vibrator to my clit and press the lowest setting.
Nothing happens.
I adjust to the medium setting.
Nothing again.
I switch to the highest setting.
More of nothing.
With a growl, I hop up and find the charger, plugging it in, but the green light doesn’t turn on. “Why!” I bemoan. “RIP, my favorite vibrator.”
A woman on a mission, I remove the small bullet vibrator from my harness, only to find it’s dead.
