Newly Perverted, Part 1

Day after day, it had called out to her. It was translucent, fading from clear to a lovely, rich blue, and was made out of glass, and shaped somewhat like the spades you see on playing cards. It sat on display in the window of a store she would never dare to enter. Not out of harsh judgement, but out of plain and simple embarrassment. Her boyfriend, Aaron, would never, ever, want to stick a glass butt plug into her nether-regions. So she never, even for a second, considered entering Perversions, walking up to a saleswoman, pointing straight towards it, and telling her, “I want that one.”

Whenever she and Aaron were in that part of the city•their favorite place for breakfast was on the same street•Beth would try to be subtle, staring plaintively at the butt plug only when she was certain Aaron wasn’t looking. She figured he might know something was up, though, because how could he miss the fact that her steps slowed when they walked past Perversions? How could he miss that her concentration on whatever they were talking about all but disappeared, all the blood in her body flowing away from her brain and straight to her cunt? How could he miss that her heart sped up, that she salivated more than usual, her mouth as moist as her pussy? And most of all, how could he miss that slight inhale she took every time they passed by Perversions, the type you take before you’re going to say something important? Something like, “Sweetie, why don’t we go into this store after breakfast?” But she never spoke those words, nor did she come even slightly close to entering the store, until that one special Sunday.

That Sunday was special in the first place because it was Beth’s twenty-third birthday. It was also special because Aaron had told her he’d planned a surprise after breakfast, one that he hoped wouldn’t bother her. Those words worried her a little, but she shoved that worry away to the spot in her head where she stored all the things she worried about: her cat dying, the infrequency of her calls to her mother, Aaron dumping her for someone either hotter and younger or bigger breasted and older. Her worries properly stowed away, she walked down the street holding his hand. The sun was out, she was in love, and the man of her dreams had a birthday surprise for her. What on earth could go wrong?

She enjoyed a delicious chevre omelet and a mimosa with fresh-squeezed orange juice. Now and then Aaron would feed her a bite of his Eggs Benedict. They talked about the two wonderful years they’d spent together, about the next night’s plans for the small birthday gathering that was planned, but all along, the worry of what on earth the surprise was kept interrupting her train of thought, the worry that was being watered and fertilized and well-tended. The worry that had started out small and had gotten bigger and bigger, until it was all she could think about.

They finished their meal and Aaron paid the check, and then he took her hand and led her back down the street. “Now it’s time for the surprise,” Aaron told her, and Beth stifled a small gasp. Then they reached Perversions, and Aaron said to her, “I thought maybe you’d like to go in. I’ve noticed you’re always glancing this way when we walk by, and I thought maybe I would go in with you, and treat you to something?”

“Oh, of course!” Beth said, not even trying to hide her excitement.

He had suggested it, after all, it was his idea, so there was no reason to hide her joy at the idea of entering the store. Aaron turned the knob on the front door, and Beth took a deep breath, exhaled, and when he swung open the door, she slowly, reverently, walked into Perversions for the very first time.

Shelf after shelf displayed their wares. There was a section with more types of condoms and lubes than she’d even known existed. There was a section full of dildos and harnesses, and a section with a large variety of vibrators, some quite silly-looking, along with one that looked quite like the one Beth had at home, mostly unused since she and Aaron had started dating (although she did still use it whenever he wasn’t home and the need struck). And then there was the section labeled “Everything Butt.”

Clever, she thought.

And there it was, resting inside a slick black box, set inside a perfectly-sized-and-shaped hole. Beth hoped that her own hole would be just as perfect a place to put it.

But Beth had never told Aaron that she wanted to experiment, that she wanted to kick things up a few notches in the bedroom. Her fantasies were something she kept to herself, and Aaron had never suggested anything outside of the ordinary to her when they were in bed. She hoped he wouldn’t be shocked, or, worse, disgusted. Then she felt his arms encircle her waist, and he rested his head against hers. “Is that what you’ve been staring at every time we walk by?” he asked, and Beth answered, “Well, um, yes. It is. Do you think…would it be okay for that to be the thing you buy for me?”

“As long as you don’t mind me picking out a few things, too,” he said in reply. “Now, I want you to go sit outside on the bench across the street while I pick a few things out. I’ll join you in just a bit.”

Beth grinned. “Sure, Aaron!” She practically pranced out of the store, and did just as he had told her, sitting on the bench across from the store to wait. Ideas flicked through her head of what he might be buying, some very nice, some quite dreadful. About fifteen minutes went by, and then Aaron walked out of the store, carrying a large black bag that she hoped contained the butt plug she’d had lusted after for so long. As surprises went, this one was just fine.

And then there was a quite unfine surprise. Aaron’s cell phone rang, and he took it out of his pocket. “God, this better not be my boss.” He flicked open the phone. “Yes, hello?”

Beth listened to his side of the conversation. First he said, “Sure, then “Uh-huh, and finally, “Yeah, I guess I could do that.” By the time he shut the phone, Aaron looked quite dejected. “I, uh, hate to do this to you, sweetie, but they had a problem with one of our clients. I have to go to work. I’m so sorry, so very sorry. Can you get the bus home from here? It’s really quite urgent, I’ll have to take the car.”

Beth frowned, then nodded her head. “Sure, and I guess I should probably take the bag, too.”

But there was a mischievous look on Aaron’s face. “Look, the problem at work is one I’ll be working on in my office. Alone.”

“Alone?” Beth began to wonder about the implications of that last word.

“Yeah, go ahead and take the bag, but don’t open it until I call you from work. Prooomise?” Aaron gave her his puppy-dog face, furrowing his forehead, but she knew better by now. He was thinking of something decidedly devious•it was obvious•and this helped some with the disappointment.

“Sure, honey, I’ll talk to you soon.” Beth took the bag from Aaron, kissed him lightly on the lips, and went to the corner to wait for the next bus to their apartment.

Once home, she set the bag by the bed, still unopened, and she sat on the edge of the bed beside it, her temptation growing•she wanted desperately to find out what it contained. What could he have bought? There was a BDSM section, and a porn section, neither of which they’d peeked at in the store, but there was certainly the potential that he was secretly into whips or wanted to watch a DVD of some co-eds going at it with her. Beth was just about to give in and peek in the bag when the phone by the bed rang.

“Hello?” she said, pouring all the seduction she could into her voice.

“Hi, Beth, it’s me. I hope you haven’t snuck a peek yet?”

“Oh, no, not even one.”

“What a good girl. Now, go ahead and open the bag.”

to be continued…


Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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