Taryn – Day four

I set the foil in place, brushed the color on Sheri’s hair, and then folded it. As I reached for next one, I tapped her on the shoulder. “Guess what?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “What?”

“I’m seeing someone.”

“That’s awesome. How’d you meet?”

I should have known it would be her first question. Telling her I met Marc in a bar would certainly raise eyebrows, so I decided to tell my own version of the truth.

“We met before, but I was really drunk. So, our first date was a disaster. I decided the other day that I wanted a second chance. I knew he hung out in this bar, so I went in there looking for him, hoping to reconcile. We did, and now we’re seeing each other.”

“That’s awesome. What’s he like?”

“He’s tall. Muscular. Has a few tattoos. Gray eyes. Shark eyes, that’s what I call them. And, he’s really nice. He’s got a place on the beach.”

She chuckled. “He’s muscular, nice, tattooed, and he has a place on the beach? Does he have a big dick?”

Her sister, who was in Stefanie’s chair, gasped. “Jesus, Sheri. I can’t believe you asked her that. Who asks such shit?”

“If he did, I was going to see if he had a brother,” Sheri said with a laugh.

Stefanie looked up. “She doesn’t know if he’s got a big dick. Do you, Taryn?”

I set another foil, and shot Stefanie a sideways look. When she met my gaze, I sharpened my glare and mouthed the word bitch.

As soon as I folded the foil, Sheri tilted her head back. “You haven’t seen his dick?”

I let out a sigh. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“He’s got rules about sex,” I said. “We’ve got to wait thirty days.”

“He hasn’t even let you see it?”

“Not yet.”

“Feel it?”

“No.”

“Hand job?”

“Nope.”

“Through the pants squeeze?”

“Not yet.”

“Any rubbage? Has he let you rub it?”

“Nope.”

“Thirty days before you can even see it? That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Marc had said we couldn’t have sex until the thirty days was up, but he didn’t say we couldn’t do other things. After Sheri’s barrage of questions, I wondered what possibilities existed in the sexual arena other than sex.

I set another foil. “Yeah. We’re on day four. Twenty-six to go.”

“Is he weird?” she asked.

“He’s not weird. He’s just…”

“Sounds weird to me,” her sister said. “If he’s making you wait thirty days, something’s wrong. Either he’s got a wife he’s not telling you about and he’s waiting for the divorce to be final, or he’s got some disease he’s getting rid of.”

“Teri!” Sheri hissed. “Talk about rude.”

“Just saying what no one else has the guts to. Any man who says he’s got to wait thirty days to show you his dick is a weirdo, or he’s got something.” She looked at me and shrugged one shoulder. “Sorry, Taryn, that’s just how I feel.”

“I understand. But, he’s not weird. He’s just. It’s complicated. When it comes to sex, he’s different.”

“Different? How?” Sheri asked.

“Yeah how?” Teri chimed.

Stefanie cleared her throat. “He’s a Dom.”

“Well, that explains alot,” Teri said over her shoulder. “Those guys are an odd bunch. He’s probably going to make you sign a contract at the end of thirty days.”

“I don’t know if he’s a Dom, he’s just--”

“He’s a Dom.”

“He hasn’t said anything that--”

She peeled off her gloves. “He’s a Dom.”

“Read all the fine print when he gives you a contract.” Teri chuckled. “One day you’ll be getting it from behind and thinking everything’s on the up and up, and the next thing you know, he’ll make you wear a butt plug to work and a collar around your neck.”

I spit out a laugh. “He’s not poking anything in my butt. And, I’m not a dog, I’m not wearing a collar.”

“Won’t have much say about it when you’re tied up and a rag’s stuffed in your mouth,” she said.

“He’s not going to shove--”

“Believe me,” Teri said. “He will. I know. I was with one of those guys for a year. He had me so brainwashed, I thought what we were doing was normal.”

“George wasn’t a Dom, he was a dick,” Sheri said.

Teri shook her head. “He’s was both. I’m just telling you to be careful. Those guys get inside your head and make you believe you want whatever it is that they want. That crazy bastard I was seeing talked me into a threesome. I was convinced he loved me. He loved screwing me, but that was it. Never again. Lesson. Learned.”

“I’m not doing any threesomes. Like I said, I don’t even think he’s a Dom.”

“I know a girl who wore a butt plug,” Stefanie said.

I laughed. “That was random.”

“Who?” Teri asked.

“I’m not saying.” She alternated glances between all of us. “But she liked it. She wore it all the time, and nobody made her. She loved it. Had a permanent smile on her face.”

“Well, I didn’t,” Teri said. “I felt violated.”

I shook my head. “No butt plugs. No threesomes. No brainwashing.”

“You say that now,” Teri said. “I’ll see what you say when I come back here in four weeks.”

“I think you’ll be surprised.”

I had twenty-six days to figure out who Marc was. In the end, I hoped it wasn’t me who was surprised. If I was, I could always walk away.

That would be a first.