Part 11
Caitlin slept on my bed for 5 hours. I suppose that wasn't so long considering that she had just come off a night shift, but it was an unpleasant 5 hours for me. I tried to spend that time productively doing housework. Occasionally, I would peek in on her. She was just laying there, nearly naked, dead to the world. I immediately regretted it each time I looked in on her. I was more frustrated than I have ever been in my life and seeing her naked only made it worse.
When Caitlin finally woke, she called out from the bedroom for me. I went to the bedroom and she was still laying on the bed. She patted the bed and I sat down.
"I'm hungry. Do you have food here or will we have to go out?" She asked with a bit of yawn.
"My refrigerator is pretty empty, so I guess it would be better to go out." I answered.
"Okay, I know a nice spot that we can go to that isn't far from here. Please grab my bag from the other room so I can get dressed." She said.
"Ok." I said and went to fetch her bag. I brought it to her and she began dressing. She chatted away about all sorts of random things. I tried my best to keep up with the conversation, but my mind was elsewhere.
We left my place and headed to a little Mexican place not far from where I live. The walk to the restaurant and most of the meal was occupied with mundane chit-chat. I learned that Caitlin and Tiffany normally have lunch at least once a week. I learned that they met each other on-line. I found all of that a little strange since Tiffany never mentioned Caitlin to me before. Tiffany and I shared so much with each other. I was a little hurt that she never mentioned a friend she saw at least weekly. I wish Tiffany were here right now.
I picked up the tab for dinner.
"Thanks for dinner! That was sweet. Dessert is on me, let's go this way." She said walking off.
We walked for a few blocks before I figured out where we might be going. Two blocks ahead of us was a sex shop that I had been to once or twice before. We were still heading in that direction and I was getting more and more nervous as we got closer. Once we were on the same block as the shop I was sure that is where she was leading me.
"We are going to make sure that you are milked dry tonight!" she said with an enthusiasm that I found disconcerting.
I remained silent and just followed her in. She paused for a second and scanned the store and moved with determination to the wall where a number of dildos were hanging. I followed behind her.
As she stood there studying the dildos she mused "which would be best..."
"Can't we just use the one you brought today?" I asked as quietly as I could.
"It isn't doing the job. You need to have the right tool for the job." she paused "Which one do you like?"
I just stood there looking at them. They were all different sizes. Some were realistic and some not.
"I... don't..." I started.
"I'll help you out. Pick your favorite of these 5." She said as she identified 5 realistic dildos all larger than the one she used on me earlier.
I sighed.
Since two of the 5 were just enormous, they were out. The remaining three were all still big. They were bigger than me. I was hating this. I knew she wasn't going to let me walk away from this decision, so I just chose one at random. They pretty much all looked the same to me.
I pointed at it, "That one."
"Okay. Why that one?" She asked
"I don't know, they all seem the same to me." I answered. The wrong answer, apparently.
"The same? " She said in a surprised tone as she stepped toward the wall of dildos.
She then pointed to each of the 5 in turn and described what she saw as distinguishing characteristics of each. Regarding the last one, she remarked how it was "girthier" at the tip than the others and might best stimulate my prostate.
"So, which do you want?" She asked again.