Page 80 of Tell Me What You Want

“Yes.”

“So, what’s wrong? Why are you making that face?”

“Because that’s not the end of the story. On Saturday, I wanted to surprise him. I prepared dinner, went to the beauty shop, and ... and ...”

“And?”

“Judith ... we didn’t just do it on the couch and on the floor. We did it on the washing machine and in the hallway.”

“Go, Jesús!”

Finally, my sister gives a loud and hearty laugh and comes close to me.

“He bought me red lingerie, very sexy, and had me put it on.”

“That’s terrific, Raquel.”

“And then, when I was least expecting it, he gave me another gift ...”

Raquel takes a swallow from her coffee.

“He gave me a ... a ... a ... vibrator. There, I said it! He said he wants us to play in bed, that our relationship needs it, and then we shared fantasies.”

I start laughing again.

I can’t help it!

“I don’t know what you find so funny. I’m telling you that ...”

“Sorry ... sorry, Raquel.” I get serious and lower my voice, like she’s doing. “I think it’s stupendous that Jesús gave you a vibrator and that you’re fantasizing.”

She nods, though she’s still embarrassed.

“Oh, Jude ... I blush just thinking about some of the things Jesús said.”

“Listen ... don’t tell me what Jesús said, but how’d it go with ol’ Mr.Vibe?”

“Judith!”

“C’mon ... did you like it or not?”

“Oh, Judith, it was fantastic. I never thought my imagination and a little gadget like that could be so much fun. All I can say is we haven’t stopped since Saturday. I’m terrified. Do you think so much sex could be bad? I mean, even my inner thighs are sore ...”

Icannothelp myself: I laugh because I’m dying over my sister’s confidences.

“Tell him to give you a vibrator for your clit,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s mind blowing!”

My sister’s face says it all.

Me ..., her little sister, has just basically told her that nothing she’s confessing is a surprise to me.

“But wait—since when do you use things like that?”

“It’s been a while,” I lie.

“And why haven’t you told me?”

I wave her away. “Raquel, if you’ve realized they excite you, they provoke you, or however you want to describe it, then enjoy the moment. Those ‘things,’ as you call them, are sex toys, and there’s nothing wrong in using them,” I whisper, giving in to laughter again. “And yes ... I play with them too. I think about ninety percent of the planet does.”

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