Page 83 of Brutal
Mimosa
I’m lounging on the sofa, wearing the hundred and fifty dollar PJs I’d bought—why do PJs even come with that kind of price tag? — when Drake gets back. I stay where I am, browsing my university’s website on the new laptop.
When I’d logged into my student account, it told me I’d failed my previous semester’s classes and that I was behind on payments.
Drake’s expression is momentarily wary, guarded, but when he sees me on the couch, his expression brightens into something hopeful, something puppy-like.
He’s holding two boxes in his hands.
I look pointedly at the boxes. “Do I want to know what’s in there?”
“Probably more than I do,” he drawls. As he sets them down on the coffee table, I see that he’s trembling, for all that he tries to hide it.
I wish I knew what pills Patrick had been selling him.
“Did you seriously do same-day shipping for dildoes?” I ask, finally closing the lid of my laptop. Teasing Drake about sex things has to be better than wallowing in my lost potential.
His cheeks flush, but he lifts his chin in a show of arrogance. “So what if I did?” He pauses, then adds, “That doesn’t mean you can actually use them. I was just curious to see what they looked like.”
Yeah. Sure he was.
“Did you get a big one with lots of texturing, so you’d really feel it in your ass?” I lean forward and poke at the box’s packing tape. It’s already been opened. “Ha. You peeked.”
“I did,” he agrees. “To see if I needed to dump it in the trash before you ever caught wind of the fact that I really bought this shit.”
I still can’t really believe he did. It’s kind of funny that he’s willing to subject his ass to pegging just to prove a point, or to flirt with me.
The dildo itself is average sized at best. Smaller than Drake, I think, but I’ve seen real cocks that were smaller than this. I’ve seen larger, too. He’d chosen a model that looks similar to a real cock, not one of the abstract toys marketed to women.
I hold it up and eye Drake and the dildo at the same time. “Have you ever fucked a man, Drake?”
Drake runs a hand through his hair, mussing up the otherwise perfect styling, and he squirms. “No.”
There’s more to that story, and I wait.
“I’ve done some threesomes,” he elaborates. “And some double pen. Of a woman. But I don’t think that counts.”
“Probably not.” I stroke the dildo as if it were a real cock. “Your friends are hot though. Hunter and Chase? I bet the three of you had orgies with women, right?”
Drake wrinkles his nose. “Are you kidding? Hunter would never. He’s the least fun person I know.”
Thinking about the icy cold doctor, I can see what Drake is talking about. “So just with Patrick, then? Lots of naked cock in the room, and just one woman to share? Don’t you get bored waiting for your turn?”
“I…” He pauses, then lets out a decidedly nervous laugh. “I might’ve gotten impatient once. When I was really, really drunk. It wasn’t much different, except… you know… hairy. Not with Patrick, though.”
I stifle a smile. “I don’t know. Women can be plenty hairy, if they don’t shave.” I meet his gaze, and say, “The real difference is that pussy and cock don’t taste the same.”
He almost chokes, though on what, I’m not sure. “I’ve never done that,” he hurries to say. “Not with a dude. Not in either direction.” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “Wait. Have you? With a chick, I mean?”
I sit back on the couch, still fiddling with the dildo. “Once or twice. She ended up transferring schools though, so that was the end of that relationship.”
Drake nods, his eyes going to the dildo. “Jesus, I didn’t think that thing was that big,” he mutters. “I specifically meant to get a small one.”
I’m surprised he doesn’t ask more about it. One of the guys I’d semi-dated after had been way too keen to know all the details about my girl-on-girl experiences. I’d ended things because of how gross he was getting.
I’d ended most relationships before they ever got off the ground, actually. Even with that other woman, I’d been secretly glad when she’d left. She’d hinted at wanting to try long distance, but I was more than happy to simply break things off.
It’s weird to think that Drake is the one person I’ve been with the longest, if you could count these strange past few weeks as a relationship.