When I finish, Jess gives me a little cheer. “Good for you, girl. You’re beautiful and smart, and there’s no reason you should have to put up with any man who can’t see that.”
“Well, I don’t want to be a downer, but not everyone finds a fairytale Prince Charming who loves you like Liam does you. Gonna be honest here. He’s the only thing giving me hope that such a man exists in the real world, because all the ones I run into are cheaters, liars, and users looking for a booty call and nothing else.”
Jess knows my experience with men so she gives me a pass. “He’s out there,” she tells me reassuringly. “You’ll find him soon. Probably when you least expect it.”
Unbidden, my mind jumps to Derrick and how that was so unexpected. But I don’t even know him. Not really, just his radio persona, although he did seem genuine and real when he was listening to my drama about breaking up with Kevin.
Of course, he seems to have a bad boy side too. Good guys don’t start talking about how they want to watch me toy my pussy on a second conversation unless they’ve got at least a decent naughty streak running through them.
There’s a part of me that wants to get my own bad girl vibe going . . . kind of. I mean, I want to, but my wild child streak is sadly narrow, but maybe I could learn a few things from Derrick.
“Yeah, well,” I finally say, not wanting to go down that particular rabbit hole at the moment, pun intended, “either way, I’m single now.”
“Sexy and single,” Jess replies. “Whatcha gonna do with all that ass inside them jeans?”
“I’m wearing a skirt today, actually,” I retort. “But I do need to get some lunch.”
“I gotcha,” Jess says, letting it drop. “Listen, don’t let any of those cretins you work with have a heart attack because your beautiful ass goes walking by, okay? And if anyone tries to grab anything, you break their wrist with one hand and slap a sexual harassment lawsuit on them with the other.”
“I will,” I promise her, smiling. “See you later, Jess.”
“Will do. Call me tonight. We can catch up on Mom,” Jess says. “Love ya, Kat.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
Getting home tonight, I can’t help it. I find myself listening to Derrick’s radio show.
“Good evening, listeners, your Love Whisperer Derrick King here, and tonight, our topic is something that seems mysterious to most men. Some men say it doesn’t even exist.”
“The stupid bastards,” Susannah says with an exaggeratedly venomous tone of disdain, making me chuckle.
“I wouldn’t say stupid, just . . . uneducated and in need of some enlightenment,” Derrick purrs, making the muscles on the insides of my thighs tremble. Oh, what this man could educate me on.
“So tonight, our topic is The Female Orgasm. We’re going to start off with an email. This is from . . . ‘H’. H writes that her girlfriend and her have sex often, but she is frustrated that her girlfriend can only climax from a dildo or a strap-on. H feels like that’s off limits. What can she do?”
I lift an eyebrow. Derrick’s chosen a doozy to start the night. “Sounds like someone needs some dick,” I murmur to myself before my body whispers back that yes, it does need some dick.
“H,” Derrick says, his voice sure and slightly stern, making my mouth go dry, “first, penetration has nothing to do with sexual orientation. What your girlfriend needs is what she needs. There’s nothing wrong with her body saying that’s what it likes best. It has nothing to do with how she feels about you as a person or her attraction to you. I’m just going to be straight with you. What your email tells me is that you might need to deal with your own insecurities. Talk to your girlfriend. I’m sure you two will be just fine.”
I’m hanging on to his every word, and I idly wonder if perhaps my confession to him last week inspired this topic.
“Susannah’s got us another caller, Z. Z, go ahead.”
“Yeah, D, listen . . . I’m trying my best with my lady, but it seems like no matter what I do, she just doesn’t get there. Like, we have sex and stuff, and she says she enjoys it, but she rarely has an orgasm. It’s messing with my head and I really want to please her.”
In his velvety voice, Derrick tells the caller to take his time and he’s gotta build up to the main event with foreplay, not just dive in and pound her and think that’ll do it.
“It starts in the mind, talking to her and telling her how sexy she is, what you want to do to her,” he purrs. I can’t take it anymore. I can feel my nipples tightening in my t-shirt and I cup my left breast, imagining Derrick telling me this face-to-face.