Beautiful Fate. CK Marie
the first time they stop in. Isn’t that right, Brytney?”
I shake my head at Brytney. “I don’t even want to know how often you come in here.”
Handing me my bag with the panties, which I will never wear, Brytney says. “Let’s just say I know about the new stuff before it hits the shelf! Isn’t that right, Ali?” She gives the cashier a wink.
“My top customer,” She says back laughing. “See you soon Brytney.”
Chapter Three
Tossing my purse and panty bag on the dresser, I kick off my shoes and change into my yoga pants and tank, then set off to the kitchen to start dinner.
“Smells good,” Shayne says as he steps into the room.
“Less than fifteen minutes it will be ready. Go get changed while I finish up here.”
He comes and gives me my usual kiss on the cheek. “Think I’ll jump in the shower, we played extra hard today.” Shayne yanks his shirt off and heads towards the bathroom.
Plating our food I head to the table.
“VANESSA! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” Shayne screams.
Startled I drop the plates and run to the bedroom only to stop dead at the door, when I see Shayne standing there holding the pair of crotch-less panties in one hand and a package in the other. I slowly step forward to get a better look. OH SHIT! Ben-Wa Balls! Where did those come from?
“Where the fuck did you go today!?” He scolds me.
“There’s no need to cuss at me, Shayne! I was with Brytney, she stopped at that store on our way home. She bought the panties as a joke and as for the other thing I have no clue where they came from. The cashier must have put them in the wrong bag.”
“There is every reason to fucking cuss! I will not have my fiance going into places like that! How many times have I told you Brytney is, and always will be, a bad influence! How Jack puts up with her fucked up ways, I’ll never know.”
“You know what Shayne, for one Brytney does not influence me; secondly she is a big part of my life, whether you like it or not!”
“Listen, I know she was there for you when you lost your parents, but I can’t imagine your mom and dad approving of you being around someone as reckless as her.
“STOP! Just stop right there! My parents loved Brytney, as they did me. So don’t you dare try to tell me what they would or would not approve of. I’ll give the bag back to Brytney tomorrow. The panties were a joke, I would never wear them and as I said the other thing was apparently put in the wrong bag. Now I’m going back to clean up the mess I made when you went into a panic over nothing!”
I sit silently through dinner, barely picked at my food. No fiance of his! Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m a grown woman, not a child. Not that I would ever say that to him.
Lying on my side, I push myself next to Shayne; pressing my ass into him…I can feel his erection. I reach my hand behind me and slowly stroke him; he moans but remains sleeping. Turning to face him I grasp his cock harder and start sliding my hand from his base to the tip of his head
“Harder baby, that’s it, take it all.” He says in his sleep.
Yanking my hand away, Where did that come from, he’s never talked like that with me before. My sudden movement snaps him awake, he pulls the covers over his waist.
“Vanessa, what are you doing!?”
“I’m sorry, I just thought I would wake you up in a different way this morning.” I start to move closer to him rolling back to my side I press myself into him. He pushes me away and turns me onto my back to slide on top of me. He presses a kiss to my lips.
“No baby, this is how we make love.”
Here I am, on the bottom again. Shayne slightly parts my legs just enough to fit between then slides his cock in. Slowly pushing all the way in. In… out… in… out… slow… steady no grinding, no thrusting. It feels good it always has, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he moved faster, if he were to grind deeper into me, if he turned me over onto my hands and knees. Would I enjoy it? Would he? Before I know it he’s rolling off of me.
“Love you, baby.”
“Love you too.”
Chapter Four
Dressed and ready to go I’m meeting Brytney for our usual Sunday lunch. Shayne already set out for another day of playing ball. I’m glad I have no interest in football. I couldn’t imagine spending my weekend watching him and his friends doing nothing but play.
I grab the bag with the panties and Brytney’s misplaced Ben-Wa Balls; the bag slips from my grip, the contents fall out onto the floor. Picking it up and placing it back into the bag I notice a piece of paper in the bottom of the bag. Must be the receipt, I pull it out and scan over it. That’s strange it only has the Ben-Wa’s on it. I know Brytney bought more than just those. Then I notice there’s writing on the back of the receipt, so I turn it over.
Vanessa, A beautiful name, for a beautiful woman.
I would love to show you the pleasure these could bring you.
218-555-9210. Ian
I stand there in shock, wondering how did he get these in my bag without me seeing him do it? A flash of heat surges through me, just thinking about that man. Those dark blue eyes, that sculpted chest, those lips, oh those lips. Oh god, what am I doing!? I quickly empty my thoughts, grab the bag…hurrying off to Brytney’s.
As I walked into the house, I ask Brytney, “Did you see a man near the check out at that store?”
“Which store?” Brytney asks. “We went to so many.”
“That store! You know the one you dragged me into!”
“My Pleasure?”
“No! It wasn’t a pleasure.”
“Vanessa.” She says laughing, “That is the name of the store, My Pleasure.”
Ugh, what a name. “Anyway, did you!? Did you see a man near the checkout!?”
“No, not that I recall. Why what’s up?”
I toss the bag to her. “Take a look inside.”
Pulling out the panties then the Ben-Wa Balls, she holds the package up. “Vanessa, you sneaky little tramp! Did you try them yet? How did you like them? Wasn’t the orgasm mind blowing?”
“OMG! NO! I didn’t buy those! Look in the bag again.” She pulls out the receipt; I yank it from her hand and flip it over. “Here, look at this!” I can see her eyes moving across the slip of paper reading each word carefully.
“Who the fuck is Ian!?” She looks up at me.
“I don’t know, some guy; he approached me when I was standing by ‘those things.'” I point at the package.
“Wow, what did he look like? Was he hot?”
“He was tall with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Not that it matters, but yes, he was hot!” I feel the heat rushing through me.
“Looks like someone has an admirer…are you going to call him?” She teases.
“Absolutely not! Why would I do that!? I’m engaged and getting married to Shayne!”
“Well, he obviously knows a thing or two about these wonder balls; maybe give the number to Shayne for some pointers.” She laughs.
“Shut the fuck up, Brytney! That’s not funny at all! Shayne found the bag last night, he nearly had a stroke. I told him you bought the panties as a joke and the cashier