It had never been innocent. He tried to convince himself that it had all started out so innocently, in the beginning anyway. But it had been this way from the start. And now, in such a relatively short period of time, he was sitting in his living room, packaging up a very special gift for a girl he had never seen before.
In his hands was a box, and in the box was a brand new seven inch vibrator. It was no Hitachi Magic Wand, but it had the proper shape, and it performed the proper function. He had checked it thoroughly the night before. He had removed the tacky packaging and the smelly plastic and had replaced the cheap foreign batteries with brand-names. It was perfect. He excitedly hoped Louise would like it.
Then he took a second to think about the fact that he was 28, and she was only 18, and just barely. He sighed.
No, it had never been innocent.
Max and Louise had met two years ago. Max, in a fit of boredom, had looked up random names on America Online through its member directory. He looked up all sorts of words: "implants", "g string", "anal", and many others in a similar vein. But his favorite, by far, was "thong", and for two reasons. First was that he loved thongs, and indeed had a deep fetish for all lingerie (on women, that is, not for himself), and second was that the type of person who would have a thong in her profile would usually, for some strange reason, be quite an interesting person to talk to.
He had gotten all kinds of responses. Some were quite negative, which he understood, as he was kind of bothering them out of the blue. Some just never IMed back. But still others, more than you would think, wrote back in an amused or interested way. There would be follow-up questions, maybe an animated conversation, and that was usually that. They would usually never speak again.
Then there was Louise. She had the prerequisite "thong" in her profile, and sure enough, she was quite willing to talk about it. She talked, and eagerly. She was amused with Max, and he in return was enamored of her. She was young, much younger than Max, young enough not to have a steady boyfriend in the mature sense, but she was also supremely curious, and wonderfully honest. When topics turned to more sexual themes, as they often did between her and Max, they were both forthcoming to one another, and this was unusual for both of them.
Max was used to women who were set in their sexual ways, who were older and wiser, but often stuffier about their sensuality. Louise was used to guys who knew nothing except that they wanted to "fuck some hot pussy". She appreciated his experience, and he in return respected her curiosity. Eventually the subject of masturbation came up, and both readily admitted to practicing the activity as often as humanly possible. Neither had heard that from the opposite sex before.
They spoke often, almost daily. They would fill each other in on the other's exploits and experimentations, and share their fantasies and beliefs. Her big sexual secret: she used an electric tooth brush to masturbate---without the bristled head, of course. His was his colossal lingerie fetish.
After a while, the conversation would become more graphic, and it became obvious that one was masturbating. The other would join in, and they would cum together. Louise had never had any problems having orgasms, she'd had them since she was a child, and Max was always more than happy to share one with her.
Time went by. Things remained pretty much the same; the two were close, and shared much of their lives with each other.
Then things stopped. Max had started seeing someone new, and wasn't online much anymore. Louise, in return, had started seeing a new boy, and was seriously dating him, so she wasn't around much either. Their paths stopped crossing. Real life went on.
Then, about a month ago, they happened to see each other online. Both were happy to be talking again. Max had stopped seeing the girl, and Louise was pretty serious about the guy.
"Are you in love with him?" asked Max, via IM.
"No," she replied. "But he's mine and I love him."
"I'm kind of jealous."
"Why?" asked Louise.
"Because...I dunno. Because I've always hoped that maybe...Hell, I don't know. He's a lucky guy. I do know that."
"Thanks..." she replied.
"Have you guys...um...done it yet?" he asked.
"Unfortunately, no. And now he lives out of town, and we're lucky to get off on each other on the phone."
"Really?" Max's interest grew. "How often?"
"Every night, if possible..." said Louise.
"Well, have you at least gotten a vibrator...?" he asked.
"No...I'm too embarrassed! Still using the toothbrush method...blush!"
"Well, we'll have to fix that..."
"How???" asked Louise. She was definitely interested. She had always been interested in getting a vibrator, and now Max was offering to get one for her---free!
"I'll just buy it," said Max.
Louise, however, still lived at home. And she was still quite young, even at 18, and was terribly afraid that her mom would see a package for her and open it out of curiosity.
"Mom still treats me like a child," Louise added, spitefully.
"We'll find a way," said Max.
As it turned out, Louise had a friend who owed her a significant favor. His name was Ed, he was a bit older than Louise, already in college, and had significantly more privacy than she did. Max would be able to mail anything he wanted to Ed, and he would give it to her.
"Are you sure you can trust him?" asked Max, suspiciously.
"Yes," she replied. "And to make sure, we'll try mailing a few small things first."
Max's eyes lit up. He knew just what to send.
