Playing in Secret Ch. 03

"Hey, Sarah!" called out Jackie when she entered the dorm. Much like she said, we didn't talk about what happened that night, and it had been a couple weeks after...that night. I tried not to think about it very often, with varied results.

"What's up, Jackie?" I asked, pushing the images from my mind.

"Aid refunds are in!" she exclaimed, showing me her phone. On the screen was a text message telling her that student aid funds had been deposited in her account, and my phone buzzed as I read it. When I picked it up, I saw a nearly identical text with my own name on it, to the amount of $2,367. I'd never had even a tenth of that much money before, and I was kinda stunned. I knew I'd done well in school, and I knew the scholarships I got would make sure I had enough money to pay for the education, but nobody told me the extra would be just...given to me.

"Whatcha gonna buy?" asked Jackie, in a sing-song voice.

"I-I don't know..." I lied, my mind immediately going to the sex store.

"Well don't spend it all in one place. We don't get another aid drop til next semester." she replied

"We get these every semester?!" I asked, agape.

"Yeah, haha. I mean we have to buy food somehow, you know?" Jackie replied.

"Oh, I got a meal plan, but I see your point." I said, blushing slightly

"Yeah, I'm still probably going to try for a job somewhere." Jackie said, "It's a nice boost to my funds, but I can't rely on the aid drop to cover all my needs, and it's good job experience. What about you?"

I hadn't considered it before, because there was a lot of studying to do, but now that I had found my rhythm a few months in, I realized I had a lot more free time on my hands than I did a couple months ago. Especially after midterms.

"You know, I just might." I said, my mind whirring.

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The bell rang as I entered the sex shop again. It was a little later in the day than the last time I went, and I was surprised to see a handful of people walking through the shelves. I was a little nervous at first, and almost turned away, but my eyes landed on the cardboard cutout I saw last time and I laughed at myself for a moment, remembering the last time I was in here, and how well that went. Emboldened, I steeled myself and walked up to the front counter, where an older guy was speaking to the attendant who helped me last time.

"So anyways, Steve, I have to go, but from both of us, thanks for the recommendation!" said the older man, turning and smiling warmly at me as he left the store.

"No problem, Gene. I'm glad I was able to help you out." replied the clerk, smiling and waving before turning to me.

"Hey, welcome back!" he grinned as he spoke, and I couldn't help but smile back

"Hey, I didn't think you'd remember me after one visit." I replied, walking up to him. I felt emboldened by his demeanor, and continued, "I liked your suggestion from last time, and I was hoping you could help me find something new?"

"Oh, certainly!" He said, stepping from behind the counter. "What were you looking for specifically?"

My throat was suddenly dry, as I felt my anxiety spike, "I wanted something I could...penetrate myself with."

I could feel my face turning bright red, but Steve remained perfectly professional as he replied, "Well, we have many multitudes of items that could help. Follow me!"

He led me down into the main body of the store, around the lingerie section, and he turned down an aisle, before stopping in front of what could very well have been the biggest collection of dildos I'd ever seen. I was absolutely amazed at the variety, and the size of some of the larger specimens was astounding.

Following my eyeline, Steve chuckled slightly. "You might want to start with something a little smaller than that if it's your first toy, miss."

I blushed again, and asked, "I can't imagine people actually use those toys, right? I mean, they're huge!"

"You'd be surprised, miss. Where there's a will, there's a way, after all." he replied, reaching for a box on a middle shelf as he spoke. "Still, might I suggest something like this?"

The box he offered had a photo of the toy inside, and my first thought slipped unbidden from my mouth.

"Are penises really that...veiny?"

Steve held back a laugh, and just replied, "No, miss, they're usually not. Toys tend to exaggerate a bit, and some women enjoy the additional texture. We have less textured options if you'd prefer that."

"This is fine, actually." I grabbed the box, and looked closely at it. "Why does it have a suction cup attachment?"

"So it can suction to a surface?" he replied, half jokingly.

"Smartass. I mean, why would it need to stick somewhere?" I asked, blushing slightly in embarrassment. "Wouldn't you just...hold it?"

"Well, you could, but some positions make that hard to do for people who aren't contortionists, and this helps it not move when riding so you can hit the 'good spots' with it consistently."

I felt getting more and more red as he nonchalantly explained everything, and I quickly changed the subject. "Is there anything else you'd recommend?"

"Lube, definitely." he said, grabbing a nearby bottle and handing it to me. "That's a silicone toy, so you'll want something water or oil based. This should work fine."

I grabbed the bottle, and together we walked up to the front.

"Thanks for your help" I said, as I put my items on the counter to purchase. "It's so nice to know you're not going to make fun of my inexperience. What's your name?"

"You can call me Steve, miss. I actually own the shop, so you'll find me here most days, especially since Jamal quit."

"Do you need any help? I'm actually looking for a part time job."

"Maybe. You a college student?"

"Yeah, I'm at the college down the road, actually."

"That actually works pretty well. I need some help on evenings, and weekend shifts." Steven handed me a card from behind the counter. "My email's on there, shoot me your school schedule and resume, and we'll see."

"Thanks!" I replied, before paying for my items and leaving with my heart in my chest. Every step I took towards my car was another step towards home, and unwrapping my new purchase, and my body was well aware and very excited. I sped home and prayed as drove that Jackie wasn't home.

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"Hey, roomie!" said Jackie to the sound of my shattered dreams.

"Oh, hey. What's up?" I replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

"Just doing some homework. Wanna join me? I can't remember, are you taking Physics this semester?" she replied.

"Nah, I got that next semester. I'm taking Bio."

"Well shit. I was hoping for a study partner."

"I'm sorry," I laughed, "I've got some Chem homework to take care of, if you just wanna chill."

"Actually, I can take a break from this to work on my Chem stuff too." Jackie gratefully replied, before looking up and asking, "What's in the bag?"

I looked down, and tried hard not to blush. "Oh, this? Nothing... just a... gift... for a friend!" I don't know how successful I was at hiding my embarrassment, so I turned and put my new purchase on my bed, covered by my backpack. I pulled out some of my Chem work and sat down at my desk. Soon enough, we were deeply engrossed in our homework, which was thankfully simple, but tedious. We finished that up just before sunset, and Jackie started working on her physics homework, and I decided to go work out. I grabbed some comfortable workout clothes and a towel, and put them in my bag. For safety, I put the bagged toy box in my backpack, resigned to carry it until Jackie wasn't home.

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The gym was unsurprisingly empty, considering the time; most college students would have something more interesting to do on a Friday night than go to the gym. I only saw a couple of people in the entire gym while I walked towards the changing rooms, and most of them were sweaty and on their way out. I changed and put my backpack in a locker, then headed out and grabbed a treadmill. I hopped on a treadmill and set up a short, intense routine, loaded up my music app, and was well on my way through the routine when I started to feel like I was being watched. Taking a pause, I looked around but I didn't see anyone nearby, just a couple guys in the weight training section on the other side of the gym quietly pumping metal, looking all too much like gorillas in their natural environment, shifting heavy stones for fun. Chuckling to myself at that picture, I grabbed for my water bottle and took a long drink, tilting my head back to get the last dregs.

I almost choked when I locked eyes with him.

I had forgotten there was a balcony that overlooked the gym, that led to the second floor racquetball courts. In fact, nobody I knew played the sport, so that part of the gym was about as familiar to me as the 'Staff only' sections. Curly dark hair and a thick, carefully maintained beard framed an elegant face painstakingly carved from terra-cotta dried under the warm sunlight's gentle caress. He'd clearly just finished up a round or three of racquetball, judging by the racquet that hung from his wrist and the light sheen of sweat on his brow. And by the sweat that made sure his shirt clung to every muscle on his chiseled form in a way that made me involuntarily gasp.

By comparison, I was an exhibit of clumsiness, as the mouthful of cold water I was drinking, and which I had inhaled with that same involuntary gasp, quickly set about bringing me back to reality. By the time I finished coughing and sputtering, the Adonis had left the balcony, and I looked around, but I couldn't see them anywhere. A little crestfallen, I focused on my exercise, but my mind kept wandering to that man I saw, and my eyes kept wandering up to the balcony, hoping for another glance.

Fortunately for me, I didn't get another opportunity to make a fool of myself in front of them as I finished up my run, nor as I ran through my routine series of weight training machines. I thought about taking a gander down the hallway, just to see if they were still playing a game, but I ended up deciding against it when I saw that the hallway was entirely dark, save for a single exit sign glowing at the end of the hallway and the faint, black on black silhouette of the window on the door. Still, I just couldn't get him off my mind as I went to the locker room. I opened my locker, and as I reached my hand in to get the clothes I had in my backpack, I was momentarily surprised to find a cardboard obstacle at the top of my bag.

The toy.

I had brought it with me, but I had completely forgotten about it. And suddenly an idea popped into my head, and I felt my whole body flush with arousal. Almost in a daze, my mind rewound the events of the last hour, all the way to when I saw him, and then a new series of events played out in my head.

We locked eyes, and he started to walk down towards the stairs, and I did the same, meeting him at the base, where he took my hands. He led me through the empty gym to the locker room, and then to the showers within.

Dimly I felt myself grab my backpack and head towards the showers myself.

I'd try to ask him why, but he'd just put his finger on my lip to silence me as his eyes smoldered into my mine, and almost impulsively I'd open my lips and suck gently on the tip of his finger for a moment before he withdrew. We were naked now, in an instant, as we moved into the shower, the warm water enveloping us as his hands touched my bare skin for the first time, gently resting on my hips as he pulled me in for a kiss.

My breath was coming in shorter gasps, and I'm still not sure if the moan I heard then was in my head or from myself as I turned on the water and started to take off my clothes. I was thankful for the individual shower stalls as I put my things down and locked the door, stripped, and then grabbed the box from my bag. I want to take this moment to say I did think twice about what I was about to do. Masturbation was one thing, but in a public place? That would be a whole new step, and in a more sober mind I would have probably avoided it.

But arousal is a hell of a drug.

He'd probably push me up against the wall as he kissed me, and even if I tried to free myself he'd be able to hold me in place with those strong muscles. I wonder what part of me he'd touch first? And with what?

I ripped open the cellophane wrap, and popped open the box. I pulled out the plastic packaging, and I was surprised when a small instruction manual fell to the damp floor, but I picked it up and put it aside to read later. The next surprise came when I grabbed the toy, and almost dropped it in shock at how real it felt. I squeezed the shaft, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it had a little give. I stepped into the now steamy stall, and as the water touched my skin my mind once more dove headfirst into the fantasy I was weaving for myself.

I'd try to push back against him, of course, but he'd be far too strong for me to do anything other than submit to his will, wouldn't he. I bet he'd get so mad he'd turn me around and push me against the wall as he pushes himself into me.

I pushed the toy's suction cup base against the wall of the shower, and it hung there, bouncing slightly as the water glanced off it. I turned around, and used my hand to line myself up, then pushed back against the toy, eager to get started. The water and my arousal made it much slicker than expected, and I couldn't help but moan when the entire toy slid inside and my cheeks pushed up against the wall. I had never felt so full, but my body wasn't nearly satisfied yet, and I started rocking back and forth with my eyes closed, feeling every inch as it woke sensitive nerves that had never been touched before, and I had to bite my finger to stop from moaning as I stated picking up speed.

I didn't expect sex to feel this good, especially with just a silicone facsimile of the real thing, but suddenly I understood the obsession. Every millimeter of movement sent waves of pleasure through my system, and the harder I fucked myself against the toy, the more intense the pleasure. I put my hands on the opposite wall to stabilize myself, but soon I felt myself using my arms to push back with more force, as I felt myself get closer. In my head, it wasn't me that was moving my hips, though, as I visualized his hands on my hips, pulling me onto his hot, thick meat and impaling me until I was stopped by what wasn't a tile wall, but rather his thick, musclebound thighs. One of my hands raced down and started playing with my nipple, controlled by the specter of the stranger in my mind as his hand reached down to claim what I was, in that moment, begging for them to take. I could feel a tension growing, familiar, yet stronger than ever before as my orgasm approached, and in a moment of pure ecstasy, I slammed myself down hard on the toy, and my hands twisted my sensitive nipples violently, as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

My legs trembled, and my core tightened around the toy, making the intruder loom in my mind as fireworks of rapture spread through my body. I don't know if I screamed, or moaned or kept myself quiet, and in that moment I didn't care. My back arched, until I was almost completely upright, and I lost myself to the sensation for the moment. I slid myself off the toy, trembling slightly as aftershocks sang through my system like fanfare for a victory lap.

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I finished showering after I recomposed myself, and I cleaned the toy as well before neatly packing it back in the packaging, and sliding the whole sordid affair into the box for later. It only took a few moments to dry off and change, leaving my hair damp to dry on the walk to the dorm, and soon enough everything was back in my bag. I pulled my phone and my headphones out, though, and I put my headphones in as I started heading out of the showers. I stepped out of the locker room trying to select a playlist, and bumped into a wall that wasn't there when I entered.

I stumbled, about to fall over, and then suddenly realized that the wall had arms, and smelled faintly of sandalwood.

Then I looked up and found out that it wasn't a wall at all. It was the racquetball stranger from before! Stunned, I looked up into eyes that were a glorious shade of green. I hadn't noticed that when I had seen him earlier, probably due to the distance, my mind thought in a hyper-focused moment. I'll need to add that to my... OH GOD! I could feel the flush run through my body as the realization hit that the man who I just imagined fucking was the only thing holding me from falling gracelessly to the ground. For some reason I found it a little difficult to say anything, and my mouth felt like the most uninhabited part of the Sahara.

"I'm so sorry, I must not have been paying attention. Are you ok?" he asked in the manliest voice I'd ever be able to imagine. He had a faint accent that added to his mystique, and I felt my mouth move pointlessly as it struggled to form words that my brain was in no state to create.

"Nuh-yuh-yah-Yeah!" I said, my broken stutter sounding all too loud and shrill to my ears. I fought to regain control of my voice and continued, "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I was f-focused on finding m-my music and didn't look where I was going."

"Uh-huh" he said, a soft grin appearing on his face. "Right. Well, I need to shower. You certainly seem to have enjoyed yours."

My heart stopped.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh, you just look really relaxed, like you're ready to sleep. A warm shower usually does that to me, especially this late." He said.

"Oh." I said lamely. I wanted to ask more, but I didn't know how to phrase my question without incriminating myself, so instead I asked, "What's your name?"

"Rahul" he said simply, giving a name to the man whose imagined form had rocked my world minutes before.

"I'm Sarah." I said, smiling at him.

"Charmed. I hope to see more of you." He said, smiling back.

I almost wish that was the last time I saw him.