Page 8 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
God.
Henry bought me a vibrator.A vibrator.What the hell was I supposed to do with a vibrator?
“Henry?” I called out to the apartment with the bullet in my hand, looking for my roommates. I went to Henry’s room where there was a note hanging on the door.
Rosie – won’t be home until late tonight. Turn down the lights, get naked, and have some fun. Love you – Henry P.S. I hope I loaded some good books. I picked all the ones with half-naked men on the front. Thought those would be inspiring.
“Oh my God, I hate him. How humiliating.” I stormed back to my bedroom and slammed my door.
I tossed the bullet in the bag but left the Kindle on my nightstand, still giddy about that gift but irritated about the other. I went to my desk where I pulled out a fresh notebook and wrote, “My Sex Diary” on the front. Feeling already accomplished with my progress, I opened the notebook and started writing.
June 2, 2018
I saw a couple making out on the subway today . . .
For at least five minutes, I sat and stared at my first journal entry, not knowing what else to write.
Umm . . . tongues collided?
Hands roamed?
People stared?
I was so lame.
If this was any indication of how much I needed to venture out of my comfort zone, I didn’t know what was. My annoyance for Henry started to wear off as I realized I might need the unwarranted help he was offering. I could feel the gift bag on my bed, begging to be opened again, to be played with. Damn it.
I eyed the bag, thinking it might not be a bad thing to try. After all, it was a new experience, and it could help clue me in on what to expect, of what’s to come.
Taking a deep breath, I set my pen down, went to my door, and called out to my roommates once again. No one responded, so I shut the door and turned toward my bed, eyeing the bag once again.
“I can do this,” I told myself as I went to the bag and pulled out the little vibrator, wondering why Henry got such a small one. The only conclusion I could come to was because I was a virgin and didn’t have much experience with longer man items.
The wool of my skirt was rather itchy, so in order to test my sexuality, I had to be comfortable. With that solid idea, I tore off my skirt and my tucked-in, button-up shirt and put on a long, oversized shirt that had a giant cat on the front. Yea, I liked a free shirt from work. I was okay with it. Shucking my underwear, I tossed it into my hamper with the skillful deft of my big toe and fist-pumped the air.
The bed squeaked as I sat and got into position, which basically was me flopping around like a whale until I was comfortable. I scooted the gift bag onto the floor and grabbed the vibrator in my right hand, thinking I’d use it more skillfully with my dominant hand.
Carefully, I examined it and then turned it on. It shook in my hand, making me giggle at how powerful the actual thing was for being so small.
“I guess size really doesn’t matter,” I said to myself as I closed my eyes and moved the bullet to my vagina. I hovered over my lady area for a good couple of minutes, wondering if the bullet was going to turn off from no action.
“I can do this.” I took a deep breath and spread my legs wide on the bed so they were almost hanging off each side. The wider the better . . . I suppose.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” My other hand rested on my forehead. “Just do it.”
Gritting my teeth, I gripped the bullet with my index finger and thumb and inserted it into my vagina. Thank God for tampons, because I was easily able to locate the hole. Vibrations instantly ran through my lower half making me squeal.
“Oh God, this is weird,” I said as I made in and out thrusts with the bullet. “This should really be bigger, I can barely keep it in there.”
I could only think about what my vagina must be thinking right now, as if I was trying to play Whac-A-Mole with it. I started to giggle as I thought about winning the obtuse carnival game against my vagina.
I found it easier to insert as the vibrations started to grow on me. Was I starting to get turned on? Was I wet downstairs? It was quite slick . . . The mere thought made me shudder. I’d never masturbated before, so I had no clue what to expect. Was I doing it right?
Surely not. The bullet was only touching the edges.
I wonder . . .
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the bullet inside my vagina, until I felt it was fully inserted. Instantly a sweat started to break out along my skin from the vibrationinsidemy vaginal canal.
