Page 34 of Sugarplum

“You wouldn’t be the first to say so,” I admitted. “No one’s claimed the prize though.”

Immediately his face twisted with a look of surprise written all over him. “You’re a virgin?”

I nodded silently.

“In this day and age, you’re still a virgin?” He really had to press that point on, didn’t he? He then continued, “Why haven’t you tried sleeping with a man before? You dig other girls or something?”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t want to lose it to someone,” I told him. “I honestly do want to but the opportunity to do it with the right guy has never come to pass. Back in high school I did try it with this one guy, Bobby, but it didn’t work out. His mom kept checking on us so the most I ever did was suck his cock.”

“At least you can suck a cock,” Dylan told me.

I should have been a little bit offended but somehow the words he said only empowered me. I had to smile and say “Yeah, I can, can’t I? I don’t know why I never had sex with someone before. It just seems like every guy I end up dating with is a total jerk and I don’t want to fuck some guy I won’t care about the next day. What happens then? We go our separate ways and then I’m left wanting for more but can’t get any.”

Dylan sipped from his cup of soft drinks, swallowed, then said “That’s a real dilemma, trust me. I’ve had one-night stands before. Sure, while fucking it all seems all nice and dandy but then when she’s gone I have this itch that I can’t reach and it makes me want to go out and find someone else to satisfy that craving.”

“See, if I do that people will call me a slut.”

He shrugged that concept right off the bat, “So what? Be a slut. You’re the one getting satisfied. Everyone else is just putting a label on you but they don’t get to see the full picture. Look at your friend, Ysabel.”

“What about her?”

“She’s being a full-on slut to Matthew,” he pointed out. “Even when I’m around I catch her sucking his cock or letting him pound her pussy for a quickie when I’m in the shower or falling asleep. I’m sure they do it even more often in your place since they live there.”

Well, he was right about Ysa. I knew she slept around and all but ever since she married Matt she was giving him all her attention. I don’t even think she fucked anyone else after meeting him.

“That’s true,” I admitted. “Doesn’t that show how much she loves him? She’s really giving it her all.”

“Maybe it just really turns her on,” Dylan said. “Everyone’s got their own fantasies and fetishes. Triggering those is what turns us on and makes us enjoy the experience. Maybe you haven’t had sex with someone simply because they don’t know or don’t understand what tickles you.”

This conversation was steering into territory I wasn’t really ready to dive into yet but I couldn’t change the topic. Dylan was on to something and I wanted to figure it out as well. Maybe there really was something lacking in my past relationships.

“How do you figure it out?” I asked.

Dylan finished off his meal then said, “First, got to make sure you’re comfortable with everything we say. You can’t hide words like fuck, cunt, pussy, cum, and whatever else is said during sex. All of that should be said without hesitation.”

“Well, that’s easy enough,” I replied. “I have no qualms whatsoever about saying dirty words. I think I could work as a romance or erotica novelist since I use those words so often.”

That shifted his mood a little. I guess it was just nice to know I wasn’t so conservative to avoid words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’ the way most girls are. Maybe I’ve spent too much time with Ysa.

“Good,” he stated and rose from his seat. He offered his hand to help me get up as well. “Let’s buy you something new to wear and we can continue this conversation later.”

“Thank you,” I said. “You’re being extra nice, daddy.”

“Calling me ‘daddy’ now, are you?”

Again, a wicked smile spread from ear to ear as I said “Yeah. You did say last night that you liked it.”

“That I did,” he conceded and walked me out of the fast food joint and back to the car. “Let’s go get you that dress.”

***

We spent a good chunk of time in the mall, scouring through different shops in the hope that I’d find something I could be comfortable in. After an hour I finally found something we both agreed was great: a red, strapless mini-dress. It was sexy, it was hot and to be honest it was even a little naughty. I didn’t mind ripping the tag off immediately after buying it and putting it on just so I could get out of my stupid work clothes. While I was changing, Dylan took the courtesy of buying me a pair of high heels as well.

“Wow, how’d you know my size?” I asked while trying them on. We were seated in the food court and he simply sat across me, watching as I strapped on the new footwear. He took my office shoes and placed them in a bag.

“I sized you up while we were eating,” he answered. He raised his eyebrow and smiled before saying “You look absolutely gorgeous. I mean, you’re fucking hot.”

“Thank you, daddy,” I said and looked up at him with a grin edging on the corner of my lips.

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