Page 39 of October (New Orleans #10)

“Y ou didn’t tell me you got this. When did you buy it?” she asked. “I was with you the whole time.”

Molly held up a red-and-white rope toy.

“You went to look at the bones in those plastic bins. It was by the cash register, so I grabbed it.”

“It’s too big for a puppy.”

“She’ll grow,” Finley said.

“She’s a corgi. She won’t grow that much. This is meant for a larger dog, babe.”

Finley smiled.

“What?” Molly asked.

“You called me ‘babe.’ I like it,” Finley replied and took the rope toy from her. “Maybe I’ll keep this.”

“For all your rope toy needs? Wait. Do you have rope… things? I’ve never done anything like that before, Fin, so–”

“No,” Finley said, chuckling. “I don’t have rope things, Molls. If you really want to know, though, I have a few toys, but nothing involving rope. I meant that I could keep this for the dog I might adopt.”

“We’ll come back to the dog thing later.” Molly put the plastic bag, still filled with stuff for Wells, on the coffee table and turned to Finley on the sofa. “You have toys?”

“You don’t?”

“I do. Well, I have one.”

“Only one?”

“A vibrator. It’s my favorite. I have others . I just don’t count them because they don’t do it for me.”

“No?”

“No. How many do you have?”

“A few,” Finley said with a smirk. “I like them.”

“For you, or for the person you’re with?”

“Both,” Finley said and turned to face her on the sofa. “I like this. Let’s do this.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about this stuff. It’s good. I think it’ll help.”

“Talking about sex toys?”

“Talking about what we like, what we don’t, what works, what won’t.”

Molly laughed and asked, “Did you rhyme that on purpose?”

“No, I didn’t. But it worked. So, tell me about your favorite toy.”

“I can just show you.” She stood. “It’s in my drawer.”

“Yes, please,” Finley replied, sounding very eager.

Molly laughed as Finley gripped her hips and followed her into the bedroom, where Molly swallowed hard before she opened the top of three drawers in the table by her bed and pulled out a pale-pink vibrator that was meant to go inside and hit her G-spot, but she had tried that, and it hadn’t worked.

“I use it on my clit,” she said and set it on the bed.

Finley sat down next to it, picked it up, and inspected it.

“Not inside?”

“It didn’t work. I tried.”

Finley bit her lower lip as if she were trying to figure out why the vibrator didn’t do its job.

“It works outside, though.”

Finley nodded and looked back up at her.

“You said you had more?”

“Oh, yeah. Well, that’s the thing.” She bent down and opened the bottom drawer. “I have a lot more.” She stood and moved out of the way. “Finley, I’ve never shown anyone these, okay? It’s weird. I’m weird.”

Finley stood and looked into the drawer.

“You said you had one.”

“I said I had one that counted. These don’t.”

“Why not?” Finley bent down to look closer.

“Because none of them make me come.”

“Is that why you have so many? You kept trying?”

“Yes,” she admitted as she sat on the side of the bed, watching Finley pick up one of the vibrators she had bought about a year ago. “That one is supposed to move inside you.”

“I know. I’ve seen it.”

“You have?”

“In a store. I don’t have it, though,” Finley said, turning it over. “It’s big, Molls.”

“Yeah. It’s the only size they make it in, and I wanted to come inside, so I bought it.”

Finley looked down and squinted.

“Most of these are for inside.”

“Yeah.”

“And none of them have worked?”

Molly shook her head and said, “I even bought that one that is shaped like two fingers and is supposed to move like it’s flicking, but I couldn’t get over the noise.

It’s really loud, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how a machine was inside me, not making me come because it sounded like a robot. ”

She laughed a little but noticed that Finley wasn’t laughing with her.

“Molly, have you never… come inside before?”

“No. But no one knows that but you,” she said.

“Your exes?”

She shook her head again and said, “No. I have a really bad habit of faking it, I guess.”

Finley stood and moved to sit next to her.

“So, with me, you thought you had to?”

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me, or in our sex, I guess.” She shrugged a shoulder.

“I don’t want you to fake anything with me. If you don’t come, that’s okay,” Finley said.

“I know. I heard you earlier.”

“But, babe, if you never told anyone that, they couldn’t, I don’t know, get any better. They didn’t know to do anything different because they thought you–”

“I know. It wasn’t fair to them.”

“Or you,” Finley said. “You’ve always been in your head a little, haven’t you?” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind Molly’s ear. “It wasn’t just with me.”

“It was worse with you.”

“What if you used this?” Finley asked, holding up Molly’s favorite toy.

“I come with that one.”

“I know. I meant, what if you used it with me?”

“With you?”

“Yeah. Like, if you used it to get yourself there, but I’m kissing you or something.”

“I don’t have a problem coming outside normally. It’s not, like, a fast thing; it usually takes time, but I want you to touch me, Finley.”

“I will,” Finley said, leaning in. “I will touch you everywhere.” She kissed the corner of Molly’s mouth. “And when you’re ready, you can use this, at least the first time. Maybe it would help you get out of your head a little. We can work up to other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

Finley nodded and said, “My fingers.” She kissed Molly again. “My mouth.”

“I want all of that.”

Finley smiled then and asked, “So, what do you think of my idea?”

“It’s bad that I’d need that, Finley. I–”

“No, it’s not,” Finley said, shaking her head.

“Babe, I didn’t figure out how to touch myself until I was in my mid-twenties.

I tried for years. I used my fingers inside and out.

I, embarrassingly, tried rubbing against things.

I bought my first toy, but it didn’t work very well for me, so I tried it…

Well, differently than it was intended.”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay. Now, it’s my time to confess. No one knows this, Molls.”

“No one? Not even–”

“No. I was too embarrassed to tell her.”

“But you’re going to tell me?”

Finley smiled sweetly and said, “It was one of those rabbit things with the little ears at the end. I tried it a bunch of times, changing the batteries over and over again, and I’d get close, but it wouldn’t push me over the edge.

No matter where I held it, how hard I pressed it, or how fast I moved it, I just couldn’t come.

One night, I was so frustrated that I decided to put it on the corner of the bed.

” Finley stood, took Molly’s toy, and placed it on the corner at an angle.

“And I… Well, honestly, I humped it hard until I came.”

“You–”

“Yeah,” Finley replied and lowered herself down to the corner of Molly’s bed, rocking her hips a few times to imitate what she’d done.

“Oh,” Molly said, feeling her cheeks blush.

“Yeah, exactly. Embarrassing, but it worked. I bought another toy, and after a lot of trial and error, I figured out how to touch myself with my fingers to make myself come. It’s not easy for everyone, Molls, and there’s nothing wrong with needing to learn your own body or someone else’s, for that matter. ”

“I know. It’s easier said than believed for me.”

“Well, I would love to help make you believe. We talked about that at the barbecue.” Finley moved to sit next to her again. “Are you ready?”

“For sex?”

“No sex tonight, but if you’re still up for that second base thing, I’m prepared to deliver.”

“Deliver?” she said, laughing a little.

“Yeah, come here.” Finley patted her lap.

Molly wasn’t sure what she meant at first, but she stood and watched Finley shift back just enough to give her space to straddle her hips. Molly moved into her then, and Finley wrapped her arms around Molly’s back.

“I’m real. This is real. I’m here because I’m crazy about you,” Finley told her as she ran her hands up under Molly’s shirt. “Can I show you?”

Molly nodded, so Finley licked her lips and kissed her.

It was slow, and it didn’t build into anything more heated, despite Molly’s body now wanting it to do just that.

Finley’s tongue moved into her mouth and flicked Molly’s until Molly moved her own against it, feeling its softness and warmth, making it real that she was kissing Finley Storm.

They stayed like that for a long time, with Finley’s hands moving over her back, sometimes slowly and other times, quickly.

Then, they cupped Molly’s ass through the sweats she had changed into when they got here.

Molly wanted them on her skin, but she knew what Finley was doing, and she wanted this even more.

“Can I take off your shirt?” she asked. “Well, my shirt.”

When they arrived here, Molly had handed Finley her comfortable clothes to change into, and now, she was asking for permission to take them off.

Finley nodded, and Molly swallowed before reaching for the hem.

Finley’s arms lifted over her head, and Molly pulled off the shirt, revealing her bare breasts because Finley had, apparently, taken off her bra when they’d changed in separate rooms.

“You can touch them,” Finley encouraged as she took one of Molly’s hands and placed it between her breasts over her heart. “Do you see my nipples?”

“Uh… Yes. I’m staring at them right now, Fin.”

Finley laughed a little and said, “They’re hard, Molls.”

“I can see that.”

Finley moved Molly’s hand to cup her breast, and Molly did, feeling the hardness against her palm.

“God,” she said.

“They’re real, too, and they’re yours.” Finley ran a hand up under Molly’s shirt and rested her hand between Molly’s bare breasts. “My heart is yours, too.”