"Cole... oh God! Cole! Hhhnnnggghhhh!" I whispered as I fingerbanged myself like never before.
Eyes fixated on the phone screen, my other hand was now free to tug and tease one of my rock-hard nipples before swapping to the other like a fiend possessed. Heat filled my body, stretching to the tips of my curled toes to the top of my trembling curly-haired head. Faster and faster my fingers rocketed into me. In my frantic search for self-pleasure, I abandoned my breasts and reached down to once more feel my aching clit, teasing the oval-shaped pink hood with a firm, but gentle finger. Short of breath, it was entirely another level. Nimble and dexterous, one hand circled the ultimate pleasure button while the other jammed up into me. But soon, my fingers soon began to ache. It still wasn't enough.
My eyes strayed from the grainy picture of cock around the bathroom, searching for something, anything to use. Loofa? No. Hair curler? Definitely no. Toothbrush? Maybe. Hairbrush? The large bulbous purple plastic end glinted in the harsh hotel lighting. Yes. With an audible slurp, I pulled my sticky fingers free. They too shone in the light. A pungent primal aroma filled my nostrils. It wasn't Cole's, but it wasn't unpleasant or unwelcome. Snatching up the brush, it still had strands of blonde hair clinging to the bristles. I had just used it before we had done the deed, making sure I looked as good as possible for Joe. Now, I angled the handle upwards and pushed the solid end against my eager sopping twat. The cold plastic was a shock against my burning sex, but the good kind of shock.
"That's it Cole. Fuck me with that big dick. God baby, please put it in..." I whispered, utterly lost in the fantasy of it all as my gaze settled back on the picture.
Pushing upwards with both trembling arms, the hilt of the brush split my lips exactly like a good stiff prick would. The expansion of my vaginal walls, wonderfully stretched to encompass the makeshift dildo was a welcome feeling of bliss. The brush was firmly gripped with one hand, while the other returned to play with my clit, doubling down on the previous effort given there. In and out the handle went, squelching deep drives into me, each more intense then the last as my quivering wrist flicked. And it was working. Succeeding where my fingers had not, hitting my g-spot with its bulbous bellend. It was like Cole was there, rolling his hips into me with never-ending hardness. Nearly cramping with the intensity of it all, my toes were curled into tight balls, painted toenails digging into the bathmat.
"Cole... oh shit. Cole. Yes! You're gonna make me CUM!" I said, my voice growing louder with every passing syllable until it rang clearly around the bathroom.
Slammed to the hilt, my wet sloppy labia took the brunt of the hard plastic, fingers strumming my pulsating clit faster than during a guitar solo. Every inch of skin was on fire, my insides twisted and boiling, a roaring inferno that needed release in one singular, spectacular explosion. I was on the brink of that release. That release that I'd been craving all night. That release that had driven me to masturbate to the dick pic of my oldest friend in the bathroom while my boyfriend sawed wood in the next room. The intensity was too much. Release was here.
I'm cumming. Oh my god. I'm actually cumming! I'M CUMMING!!
"I'M CUMMING!!" I yelled out, suddenly. Unexpectedly.
The explosion ignited, utterly wrecking me as it detonated. The hairbrush slipped from my numb fingers, but held fast, lodged inside of me as my legs threatened to give out. Eyes shut tight, I gripped the edge of the counter for support with wet and sticky fingers. Pearly white teeth sunk into my lower lip to keep from shattering the glass with the power of my orgasmic wails. Back arched violently, curls flew every which way as I threw my head and thrusted my chest out, breasts bouncing hither and thither. The sweet and utter release of climatic oblivion washed over me, leaving every nerve in my body tingling with satisfaction.
Unsure of the passage of time, my breathing gradually returned to normal. Wide and dilated pupils greeted me in the mirror as I opened my eyes slowly. There was a hazy glaze over those twin sparkly blue pools. A foolish grin overtook my reflection. Pulling the brush from between my legs, it too had the sticky sheen of arousal clinging to it. Dropping it onto the counter, I straightened, still trembling. Some semblance of sense returning to me, I took one last long lingering look at the dick in the in picture then typed a final response.
Thanks Cole.
I closed the phone shut with a snap and suddenly I was exhausted. Exiting the bathroom, I returned to bed. Joe hadn't moved a single inch, despite my loud carnal exertions.
We may need to break up... or I need to get a good vibrator.
And that was my final thought as snuggled under the covers next to his warm form. I didn't even hear the buzz of my phone that meant Cole's reply. I had already drifted off to sleep, dreaming of him...
2020
"Oh my god. I can't believe I never figured this out before." Taylor said, looking shocked at Cole.
"What's that Swift?" He asked, polishing off one last nightcap.
"You're the reason."
"The reason for what?"
"The reason I'm a size queen!"
Cole spat out his drink, choking on the whiskey. Whatever he had been her expecting to say, it was not that.
"Every boyfriend after Joe Jonas had to measure up. They had to be at least as big as you. If not bigger."
"Sorry?" Cole asked looking thoroughly nonplussed.
"Don't be! The bigger the better!"
Both of them had a good long laugh at that. When the tears of mirth had been wiped from their eyes, Cole asked one final leading question for the evening.
"So, open marriage? Is that something you're interested in?"
Taylor took a long pause before answering, sensing the shift in conversation. "Honestly? I think... no. I love how we are now, but I always thought when... if I got married, that would be it. Just me and him. Ya know?"
"With room for the occasional second woman to join in." Cole said jokingly.
"Goes without saying." Taylor said with complete seriousness.
There was another moment of silence as the pair of them stared at each, neither of them voicing the marathon of images running through their heads. Images of white dresses and chapels, of family, of a lifelong happiness.
Finally, Cole was the one to break the quiet, "That's good to know Swift. Truly." His tone was gentle and warm. He knew she got the message by the sly smile on her face.
"You know, I've been thinking a lot about you and that big guy down there." Taylor said, closing the distance between them, her love for him overwhelming. Pressing her lithe body lightly against his, her mischievous hand found its way to his crotch. "Feel like giving me a reminder as to why I like it so much better than anyone else's?" Her mind was peaceful and quiet, utterly focused on the singular person in front of her.
Cole finished his drink even as his pants quickly became uncomfortably tight. He looked her right in the eye and said, "Happy too Swift. Anytime. Anyplace. Always."
End of Chapter Twenty-Eight
