The break-up happened that summer, and it had not been pretty: he had been cheating for three months, Brandi caught him, confronted him, defensiveness on his part, shouting, door-slamming — classic just-what-you-see-in-the-movies stuff.
Jaylon had been an asshole.
How had she even been with him!
Oh. Yeah. The thing.
The thing he liked that she liked, too.
Pegging.
Who had brought that up? Brandi actually couldn't remember.
But, oh my god! Those few times they did it when things were good between them.
Seeing his face when she hit the spot.
Hearing his moans!
Which was the most arousing? It was absolutely impossible to say, Brandi remembered thinking when she was still with him. One night when they were still together, she was masturbating while thinking about the time she pegged Jaylon the night before he went out of town on a football weekend with a group of buddies.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" he had moaned, grasping the sheets and squirming beneath her while she bent over him, his ankles over her shoulders, as she slid her strapon cock slowly in and out of his asshole.
When he started panting, Brandi knew he was close, and she pushed all the way inside and sealed her crotch up against his taint, gently lifting his balls up and out of the way in the process.
Then she began fisting his cock as she gyrated slowly with her hips, knowing what the other end of her double-ender was doing inside his ass and up against his prostate.
And what it was doing to her! The bulb end of the dildo nudging against her G-spot as she fucked him — oh, damn, but that felt good! The way she was able to squirm into him rubbed the harness over her clit deliciously. Mmmmmm.
The absolute best time, though it only happened once, was when they both came at the same time.
It had been absolutely mind-blowing, and the idea that what
she
was doing to
him
as the way to make
him
come at the same time she was giving herself such huge pleasure . . . well, the memory of that — even given the fact she now had to divorce Jaylon from her thinking when she thought about the act — guaranteed a pussy-tingling reaction every time that frequently led to masturbatory sessions. Though the climax wasn't as satisfying as having a guy to do it with for real, it could still be pretty intense.
So, yeah. Jaylon was good riddance now, but Brandi really missed having a special man in her life, someone to cuddle with, to kiss, to hug and get hugged back . . . and to play together with the strapon that now sat unused in her dresser drawer.
So here it was, months later. The first of those months after the break-up had been completely man-free as she dealt with the anger of what Jaylon had done. Then, by mid-September, at least she dipped her toe back into the water with a date here, a date there, nothing special or serious but enough to get that needed reminder that, yes, she was still desirable and could be attractive to men who probably weren't assholes like Jaylon.
Making sure she was attractive was for herself, though, not for the guys who might notice. After Jaylon, it was important that Brandi work on herself, build up her sense of her rightness, emphasize that she deserved to bring out the best in herself. While always attractive as a pretty redhead with a nice figure, Brandi decided to get to the gym on a regular basis, both for the endorphins that would kick in during a focused workout and for the results the workouts produced.
Now, though, the second week of October had crept up on her, and a certain guy at the gym where she worked out had caught her eye, had smiled at her a time or two as they crossed paths between the track and the weights, and who, by all the clues she could ascertain as she secretly eyed his bottom as hidden by his workout shorts, had an absolutely divine, toned and firm butt.
It was a Wednesday night, and she bumped into divine-butt guy at the counter inside the gym's entrance. He was leaving, she was coming in for a workout.
He smiled at her. A good sign.
Tilting his head toward a poster that had been tacked up on the bulletin board hanging underneath the counter, he said, "Might be fun. You going?" he asked.
Oh, what beautiful lashes, Mr. Divine-Butt
, thought Brandi.
"Going?" she asked, smiling.
"The Halloween party. The gym is putting one on as a thank-you to the membership," he replied.
Brandi glanced at the poster. "Oh, I haven't seen that before." She turned her gaze back to the guy —
And those gorgeous brown eyes!
she thought — "maybe I will."
"It's a costume party," he said a little clumsily, looking down at his gym bag. "I'll bet you'd look good in a costume."
Brandi thought it was a sweet comment, and he actually did seem a little nervous about telling her this.
It was endearing.
"I mean, uh, well, umm, well, don't think I'm being creepy or anything when I say you'd look good in a costume," he stammered. "Whatever costume you'd wear would look great, I'm sure."
He was stumbling all over himself. How cute!
"No, no — I know you meant it as a compliment," Brandi said. "And, thanks."
"So maybe I'll see you there," he said, a sigh of relief something he couldn't quite conceal. "Have a good workout."
Mr. Divine-Butt hurried out, and Brandi laughed at the interchange. He was interested, yet he was shy, and he was going to be at the party.
Hmmmmm.
***
The internet has all kinds of interesting uses, and the one Brandi put it to when she got home after her workout was to search for "sexy female Halloween costumes" in her favorite search engine.
Ahhh, the possibilities!
But Brandi was looking for something specific. She wanted a costume that would work well with a certain piece of jewelry she'd recently purchased after learning about it from a blog run by a lady who provides down-to-earth advice and guidance about pegging. Brandi began following the site after stumbling across it one night as she took the plunge into the world of internet sites arrayed on the screen when you type "pegging" into a search engine.
The necklace was classy, and it stood out due to its design. Hanging from a beautiful chain was a narrow cylinder of a few inches in length and capped by a disc to which the chain attached.
As pretty and unique as it looked in terms of jewelry, this fascinating accouterment had another use — it was a clever and well-made mini-vibrator that was surprisingly powerful after a quick USB charge.
Brandi found it most satisfactory, both as a pretty necklace and as a toy that did the job quite nicely when she fancied a clit-buzzing fantasy while pictures of some guy's gorgeous ass, arched up to meet each of her thrusts, played across the mental screen of her personal fantasy theater.
Yes, the jewelry-vibrator worked beautifully with all her fantasies: a guy so turned on by her that he grabbed her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom for a passionate, frenzied fuck; a cute guy going down on her who was very, very talented at cunnilingus; picking out a guy from among several at the beach simply because he had the absolute hottest body, taking him home, and falling into bed for multiple, intense orgasms; a tryst with a favorite, dreamy movie star.
But the clever dual-purpose accessory-toy somehow seemed absolutely perfect for fantasies of man-fucking. Brandi especially loved the fantasy of a handsome stud naked, lying on his stomach on her bed, herself behind him on her knees between his spread legs as she leaned forward to plant both hands on the cheeks of his gorgeous butt.
"Mmmmm, very nice, ______!" (Here, the current fantasy name would be imagined.) She'd knead his firm glutes, teasing with her words: "I like your naked ass, and I'm gonna love fucking it."
His response would be a moan, a shift of position opening his legs up a little wider, arching his back to raise his butt a little higher, making it more accessible.
"Nice," she would respond. "Let's get you comfortable for what I'm gonna do to you."
Shuffling on the bed. Pillows thrust beneath naked fantasy-man to position his ass for her pleasure. Lube found and opened. Soothing, soft massage of lube onto fantasy-man's asshole, then insertion of lubed finger. Lots of time finger-fucking him as his moans become more frequent.
Then, a second finger.
"Oh!" — a gasp of surprise as he is filled more completely. Brandi gets even wetter around the end of the fake cock that's inside her pussy. (Thank god for the harness to keep it securely in place!)
"That's it, ______. Open up for me."
He does it. She feels him loosen slightly around her fingers, and she slides in a little deeper, searching with fingertips for that nub of pleasure that is his prostate.
His groan tells her she has found it, and she strokes gently, toying with the inside of him.
He is shameless at this point, raising his butt to encourage her, to release his stiff cock trapped up against his belly and point it back between his legs so she can grab it.
"Ahhh," he exhales as her fist closes around his stiff and throbbing shaft.
She continues to toy with him, knowing he cannot take much of this exquisite stimulation for long.
"Oooh, this is so sexy for me, ______. Seeing you like this, ready for what I'm dying to do to you."
She slides her fingers out slowly. So slo-o-o-w-ly. His sexy, crinkled opening closes reluctantly upon her exit. It's shiny with lube and so inviting.
Brandi's fingers always quicken in her masturbation at this point in the fantasy: the guy before her, positioned perfectly, lubed and ready, eager to be fucked and desperate for her to be the one to do it.
