Page 32 of So Wrong, It's Wright
"I said I can't breathe," he gasps, rubbing at his throat.
Tears immediately spring to my eyes. "Gosh, I'm so sorry. I'm acting crazy and I'm ruining the last moment we're gonna get."
He places his hand on my cheek and brushes away a tear I didn't even realize fell. "You haven't ruined a single thing. We've had an amazing two weeks, and we are going to have a hell of a lot more amazing weeks together. We'll work this out, yeah?"
I nod and sniffle at the same time. "Yeah. And until then, there's FaceTime, right?"
“You're sexy as fuck on FaceTime," he says, pressing a light kiss to the tip of my nose.
My eyes pop open wider, and I'm quick to jump out of bed. "Oh, my god! I almost forgot."
"Forgot what?"
I throw open the doors to my cupboard and rummage through, coming out with two boxes and handing one to him. "A clone-a-privates kit. One for me and one for you. It's so we can make a cloned copy of ourselves so when we are messing around online, it's as close to the real thing as we can get."
“Wow.” Ash stares at the boxes without expression, and for a second I'm nervous and feeling foolish. But then I see the tenting in his pants that tells me he's actually turned on by the idea.
“What do you think?”
"I definitely want a version of your pussy to take home with me.” He takes the box from my hand and looks at his watch. “How long do these things take to make?"
"The molds? We can probably do them before you leave. Then you can make the actual product once you're back in your apartment. And I expect you to call me before you try it. I want to see you fucking me."
He lets out a growl, then his hand wraps around the back of my head, tugging my hair before he brings his mouth to mine. "And I expect the same from you. Do not use my eggplant without me."
I giggle as he lowers me back onto the bed. “Deal.”
* * *
After realizingI’d need more silicone than the kit provided to make an ‘eggplant’ the size of Ash’s, I made a quick trip to my local sex store and bought a second kit, along with a cheap bottle of wine to make the whole process feel a little less confronting.
It’s not that I don’t want a dildo that’s the exact shape and size of Ash, it’s just that I want Ash too. And I kind of feel that having this might just make me miss him more. Which will then make me feel foolish because I knew what I was getting into when I started dating him. But still, absence might make the heart grow fonder and all, but it also gives you a big ole pain of longing in the guts. I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.
As I mix up the solution in a bucket, I smile to myself as I think back to the fun we had getting the molds ready before Ash had to leave for the airport. He almost didn't make his flight because keeping himself erect long enough for the quick-set mixture to dry around him meant I had to put on a little performance that, of course, ended with him finishing what I started. Then we had the same conclusion when creating my mold. He cut it so fine that it was almost an exact replay of our very first time together when he did the come and run. But this time, there wasn’t any anxiety involved. This time, I knew it wasn’t me that drove him away; it was me making him want to stay. And gosh, I want him to stay more often. Actually, having him near is something I need.
Letting out a sigh, I take a long drink of wine and then lift the bucket of mixed solution and start pouring it into the mold, watching the dick-shaped cavity slowly fill. I release a giggle at the absurdity of what I’m doing, then I flinch when I hear, “Knock, knock!” coming from mynow openfront door.
“Shit!” I hiss, putting the bucket down and scrambling for something to cover the mold while also hiding the box and trying to act normal because my apartment isn’t very big and Ruby can see me as soon as she steps in. “Hey, Ruby. Just give me a minute.”
“Thought I’d come over with wine so we can order and pizza and watch cheesy movies so you aren’t missing Ash so much,” she says, her voice getting closer while I scramble faster. This isn’t an unusual situation. Ruby and I have been friends for so long that we used to live directly across from each other. And we’ve always had keys to each other’s places, and always freely entered whenever we knew the other person was alone. It’s a system that’s worked great for us over the years, but right now, I kinda wish I’d asked for that key back because I’m holding a half-filled dildo mold and I don’t quite know where to put it.
“Uh-huh. Great,” I say, opening the cupboard under the sink and shoving it in there and slamming the door before I turn to face her.
“Is everything OK, Tahls?” She rounds the counter and surveys the situation. I have a dishtowel covering the bucket of silicone, the packaging shoved inside a grocery bag, and the mold hidden away. I’ve got this.
“Perfect. I was just…cleaning,” I explain quickly, stepping away from the sink. “And you have wine. Brilliant.” I reach for the bottle in her hand, and the moment I wrap my hand around the neck, the cupboard under the sink flies open and mold tumbles out, bouncing on the tiles once before cracking in two and oozing purple silicone all over the floor while I watch on in horror. “Oh god. Look away!”
Ruby isn’t looking away. Instead, she’s staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed as two perfect indentations of a giant penis rock from side to side on the floor. “Is that…a dick?” she asks, to which I nod and twist the top off the bottle of wine in my hands, lifting it and drinking it directly from the bottle.
“That’s a dick, all right.”
“Holy fucking hell.” Ruby moves closer to it and crouches down to inspect it closely. “That’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Gulp. Glug. Gulp.“Ash is a big man.”
“I can see that. Is this one of those cloning kits?” I nod. “And you broke it trying to hide it from me.” I nod again. “I’m so sorry. I should have knocked before I came in to be safe.”
“It’s OK. How were you supposed to know I was in here cloning a dick?”
