Page 21 of Her Wonderful Wonder Bell
Pearl comes in less than a minute, sticky pink bubblegum coating my boxer briefs…and I haven’t even gone past the lowest setting. Her excitement is also turningmeon like crazy. Combined with the secondhand vibration, I’m feeling something brewing in myself. Which is…unusual.
Now, I’mverymuch a giver. I don’t like receiving—at all. It’s just not my thing, and it won’t be. I can still have an orgasm, just not through someone else’s touch. For it to even happen this way with someone normally takes time, and trust; never a first encounter. It happening now with Pearl? Well, I’m not mad.
“What the hell is that? Pearl asks, sounding nearly crazed as she tries to pull away from the sensation.
I tug her against me as I continue fucking her, turning the setting up higher. I know they had vibrators back in her day, but not ones likethis. She shakes below me, the sounds coming out of her throat are desperate and wild. I can feel the pressure building between my legs. My movements begin to falter, my rhythm less steady.
“Give me another one, Pearl,” I grind out between my teeth.
With my name screamed into the pillow she does, more gum coating me.Fuck this is gonna be hard to clean up.
“Fuck, Delia, I love you,” she shouts.
Andthatbreaks me. I come as I fuck my paper doll, my perfect pitcher, the woman I’ve searched for forever. I don’t know if she meant it or not, but it’s true thatIfeel it.I fucking love her.
“Pearl, fuck, yes,” I mumble out a bunch of one syllable bullshit when I should be spouting poetry. I’m too busy thinking with my pulsing clit at the moment for sonnets, however.
My thighs shake as I grow slippery in the fabric between them. I really love Pearl. She’s so amazing. Everything is amazing.
Oh my god, my brain is mush.
I fumble for the switch and turn off the vibrator, grab the pillows, and roll the whole bundle of us over, then shove the pillows away, so it’s just Pearl and I spooning. There’s gum everywhere, but it can wait.
“I’ve made a mess,”she says softly.
“I don’t care. I’ll buy new sheets.”
“You’ll buy new sheets every time we have sex? That doesn’t sound practical.”
“That sounds to me like you plan on staying around a while. I’ll do what I gotta do to keep you if that’s true.”
She shuffles sideways and I help her turn around to face me. It’s so strange to watch her kinda disappear for a second when she turns to the side. I don’t like that one bit. I’m happy when she’s facing me again, her cheeks flushed from making love, and the biggest smile on her face.
“I do like it here so far. It hasn’t been long, of course, but I’ve already got a whole new wardrobe, some education, good sex, and most importantly, Doritos.” Pearl kisses my nose to punctuate her sentence.
I offer her a frown. “Tortilla chips are the most important?”
“Only slightly more important than all the sex.”
“I’ll have to work on improving my rank then.”
Pearl rubs her hips against mine where the strap is still attached. “I guess you will.”
The clean-up sucked. I did, in fact, throw my sheets away. I have another set, and I’ll buy another one tonight online, but we’re gonna have to figure something else out. Despite my earlier words, I do not have infinite bedding money. I’ll try to find something that we can wipe off. Plastic or vinyl maybe.Ugh, that sounds like sensory hell. Worth it for her. My room smells good though. I love the smell of bubblegum.
I had the dreaded talk with Pearl about how I’m strictly giving, no receiving. This has been a…roughmoment for me in more than a couple relationships. A lot of people are super shitty or just think they can “fix” me, when there isn’t anything to fix. But Pearl? Of course, everything was perfect. She was really cool about it, which was a major relief. Pearl says she’s fine with the fact that I love making her come, and if that’s all I need to make me happy then she’s not complaining. Plus, she still gets to play with my tits, and I guess she likes that. More power to her. Playaway, Bubbles.
We sit around and watch movies that are about her time period, and she makes a game of pointing out inaccuracies. Mavis plays nice and even sits on top of Pearl without scratching her. We eventually stop the game when she gets angry at a superhero film because the superhero gets way too much credit for killing the bad guys in a real life war. I guess I can understand why that would tick her off.
We shuffle off to bed and lay in the dark quietly for a while before Pearl speaks up.
“We’re going to save the girls, right?”
“We gotta handle Brigley first. But yeah, we’re gonna try.”
It’s quiet again until I can hear Pearl softly snoring. My stomach hurts as I think about how we’re going to get the other girls out. I enjoyed this free day of doing nothing but now we have to do the right thing. And I’m scared.
I don’t get much sleep.
