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Already ate two.
Three dots appear before they disappear. They pop up again.
Ella
Do you want to talk later? If you’re not busy.
This is the first time she has initiated a video call. It might be because of the tacos, but I’ll take it.
Never too busy for you. Call you soon.
Chapter 25
Ella
The vagina is a canal of wonders. It self-cleans, it’s a passageway for babies, and, apparently, a place for home-improvement projects with sex toys that double as power tools. There’s no way the dual-action vibrator in my hand won’t remove screws and sandblast my pubic hairs if left at the highest setting. The thing has ten clitoral speeds and fourteen pulsing patterns.
Who’s exorcising demons with all of this?
I have enough trouble preheating the fancy double oven in Julian’s kitchen. Now I have to risk third-degree burns buzzing off the dust down below after a months-long hibernation?
“You’ll see stars with that one,” Janelle says in a whisper over my shoulder.
“And a gynecologist.” I put the lilac contraption back on the black velvet display.
My relationship with sex toys is simple: I don’t have one. Charles squawked at any threat to his “manhood,” which included gadgets and gizmos to get me off in minutes instead of the exploration he undertook to discover my G-spot. He neverfound it, a testament to our years together and his dedication to one person coming instead of two.
The tiny vibrator I kept hidden in a drawer still had its new-car smell. When I’d remember I had it, I couldn’t get my mind to focus on myself. It was a lost cause. But, unlike my ex, my friends are invested in my happy ending. As inappropriate as that might be.
“That will change your life.” Erica pops a grape into her mouth and winks. Padded ankle straps dangle from her shoulders. She’s double-fisting dildos and still reaches for the vibrator I just put down.
“Are those earrings?” Rhinestone chains hang from each ear with gems at the bottom.
A grin spreads. “Nipple clamps.”
Morgan walks up with a matching set on her ears. I do a double-take. “You too?”
She lifts a shoulder, like titty clamps as earrings are regular behavior for her, and proceeds to check out the pocket vibrators. “What? They match an outfit I have.”
Today was a mixed bag of madness served in alcohol. From a rooftop brunch with bottomless mimosas to pedicures, we’ve been together since Erica banged on my door at eight this morning.
Juneteenth is tomorrow, a historic commemoration of Black liberation and, now, my own freedom. I officially fulfilled Charles’s requirements in our separation agreement—out of Morgan’s house within ninety days. One less hold he has over my life.
I take the seat next to Erica and toast my margarita glass with hers. “To dildos and divorce.” A sex-toy slumber party isn’t how I imagined my night without Haile and Jackson, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
She mirrors my smile. “To dildos and divorce.”
Janelle stands near the hallway like a mother who needs to remind her kids not to play with matches while she’s gone. “Okay, ladies. The items on the table are new, and you can keep them as a thank-you for tonight. The orders you placed will arrive in three weeks in discreet packaging.” She steps into her leopard-print pumps and casts her brown eyes on me. “The ladies got you a divorce gift. I left it on the kitchen counter. Happy hunching.”
“To new beginnings and extra orgasms!” Erica’s shout reaches the front door before she does. “I’ll walk you out, Janelle. I need to ask you about a private party.” There’s no use reminding Erica that her silk robe barely covers her ass. She’s on her fourth tequila shot, ready for bed with a bare face and wrapped hair.
“Bye!” I swing a hand in the air, one that misses the floor lamp next to the bookshelves by inches.Oops!
“See you!” I catch a glimpse of Janelle’s sienna hand before she’s gone.
The high from tonight fades to embers. We ordered in Greek to complement the Mediterranean masterpiece Morgan created on the spare charcuterie board she conveniently had in her car. A run to the nearby market for fancy olives and wine turned into a scavenger hunt for our favorite sweets.
Janelle came over with her box of pleasure around eight, and she spent the last two hours educating us on the importance of air pressure and mixing up textures. Well, she educatedme, the only person who doesn’t have a stash of adult goodies in her home.
