Mick was living with an older woman in her thirties. It was the perfect set up for him. Gloria had her own job, her own house, and she was responsible for her own orgasm. He could go about taking his college classes and playing drums for dancers without having to worry about daily living.
He didn’t have to get a real job; the money he made as a drummer was enough to keep him going. It was a sweet deal and he didn’t want to wreck it. Everyone knew he was off the market; many of the girls in dance class were just waiting for a hint of his interest. But Gloria kept him pinned down… literally.
She had a fondness for her new toy – a vibrator with three speeds and a rotating head that both twirled and pulsed. Whenever Mick came home, he found her in bed with the damn thing running on full speed. “How many are you up to now?” he joked as he stripped down and joined her.
“I’ve lost count,” she managed to say breathlessly. She had planned for him to see her like this, wanton and ready for a tumble, but this new vibrator had her on a hook. She just couldn’t get enough. The vibrator became like a second lover, kept in the drawer of her bedside table along with a tube of lube, cleaned and ready for action at any moment.
Mick was perfect for her. He was hung like a horse and he knew how to use it. She liked to do him and the vibrator simultaneously for the maximum effect. She didn’t really know how many times she could cum, but she was willing to try to break the World’s Record.
She was practically delirious at the end of a session with her two lovers, but Mick knew this wouldn’t deter her from another go at it. “To tell you the truth, she exhausts me,” Mick confessed to his friend.
“Why don’t you dump her?” Kristie asked.
“She pays the rent, does the laundry, and keeps the house clean… well, all except the bed. The bed is never made because she’s always in it with that damned electric dick!”
“Hummmmmm…” Kristie mimicked the sound adding in some “Oohs and ahhs” to tease him. “Good, good, good, good vibrations…” she began singing the chorus of the song to cheer him up.
“Believe me, even YOU wouldn’t like it. Sex is great, but there’s a limit.” At least he caught a little break when Gloria, who was a stewardess, got called out on a long flight. But when she returned it was like she was making up for lost time.
Kristie had to agree. Sex to her was like a business. Get in, get off, get out, and get her done. It was all about the “O” as far as she was concerned. Fellas didn’t have to spend much time courting her before she’d hop into the sack with them. She liked it that way.
She had dumped plenty of guys because they either didn’t measure up to her expectations or they wanted to wait for the second date. Why bother? In those cases there wasn’t a second date. Why waste time on something that will never work? You had to be ready to play as far as she was concerned.
Maybe Gloria had the right idea? Maybe she would get herself one of those new fangled vibrating devices? She was up for the game. She wondered what the World Record was…
(First published 8/2/12)
