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“So why do you think he is the mastermind behind it all?”
“How much have you talked to your dad since you got home?” I replied. The fragile way he had asked me how I felt about his retirement, combined with the conversation I had overheard on the day we got home, told me that his dad still wasn’t quite on board with Liam’s decision to quit while he was ahead.
“On his own, hardly at all.”
“Exactly.” I tapped the hand on my leg twice.
“Always two steps ahead, that Coach,” he muttered.
“Almost like he’s one of the best high school coaches in the country.”
“Funny that. Where are we going?” he asked.
“The city?”
“No, I meant what shop?”
“Why do you assume that I have a preferred sex shop?”
“I think you prefer buying online. But I also know that you always have backups, which in this case, is a preferred physical shop. The city is a big place. You gotta give me some direction.”
“Go to the West Village,” I said.
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“This isthesex shop, isn’t it?” Liam asked as he held the door open for me. I didn’t need any further clarification on what he was referring to.
“TheSex and the Cityone, yeah,” I answered. It also happened to be the first one I ever stepped foot in and therefore, it held a special place in my heart.
“I’ve never actually been in a sex shop before,” he said as he laced his fingers with mine.
“There is probably somebody, somewhere, writing poetry about the symmetry of us both having first experiences in the same sex shop.”
I felt flustered now that we were here. We’d established that sex toys were good. Liam had been the one to decide that we needed to make the journey to a decent one because he knew I wouldn’t have remembered a charger, and wanted to make sure that I was sexually satisfied.
I was overwhelmed by the fact that I was having sex with someone who was actively interested in my pleasure.
“You alright, Len?” Liam’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“Yeah, this is just all very weird. It’s a good weird, but still…yeah, weird,” I answered.
Liam just nodded and started wandering, gently pulling me along with him. He came to a stop in front of ropes of silk.
“Hypothetically, would you tie me up?” he asked casually.
“And just leave you there? Sure.” An idea formed. Quickly.
“No, seriously.” He squeezed my fingers.
“I am being serious. I wouldn’t leave you there forever. But you, naked, limbs tied up, completely at my disposal. Yeah, I would do that. I could leave a vibrator on and then go bake a batch of brownies or something. Come back with gooey baked goods to you being an over stimulated mess. I’m up for that.”
Liam was silent and when I turned to look at him, I saw his mouth was opening and closing. His eyes looked darker, and his neck was flushed.
“Have you thought about that before?” His voice was gruff. Broken. His question was accompanied by one of his hands dipping to his crotch and readjusting.
“Not until you asked, but the visual came to me as quickly as they do when I get a new idea for a cake.”
