“My friends sent them.” Her words slurred as she spoke and she sank into her seat.
I rummaged through. “Quite the selection.”
“I don’t even know what they do. I’ve never made myself come.”
I froze. “Never?”
“Nope.” She popped the P as she spoke.
“Do you want to make yourself come?” I would blame the alcohol for this conversation when I thought back on it later because I should not be talking like this with Jasper’s mum.
“I mean, I don’t know. I’ve gone without it this long. Is it that important?”
My mouth fell open. “Orgasms are important. But how can you expect someone to give you pleasure if you don’t know what you like?” My words felt harder to say as I spoke, the vodka making my tongue heavy in my mouth.
“You sound like my friends,” she mumbled. “But how am I supposed to know how to?”
“What? Make yourself come? I guess play with yourself, explore what makes you feel good. Do you like just your clit being touched, do you like being fingered? Do you like toys like these?”
Helen’s face fell to her hands. “I lied. I’m not drunk enough for this.”
I slipped from the chair onto the floor, pulling the box with me and tapping the space in front of me. “Come sit. Let me talk you through each of them and you can have a shot for each one you manage to get through.”
She peeked through her fingers. “You’re going to give me a sex toy lesson.”
“If you want one.” I shook the bottle of vodka as if that was enough to tempt her.
“I’m going to regret this in the morning, aren’t I?”
“Probably, but you’ll know a whole lot more.”
She moved to sit in front of me, crossing her legs and propping her elbows on her knees, resting her chin in her hands. I couldn’t get over how different she looked with her hair cut and I couldn’t ignore how beautiful she was.
“This…” I held up a pink rose. “Sucks. See.” I tore it from the packet and turned it on. Reaching for her hand, I turned over her wrist and placed it on her pulse point. “Great for simulating someone going down on you.” Her eyes widened and she let out a soft groan as we both stared down at where our bodies connected.
“Okay.” She snapped her hand back, reaching for the vodka and downing a mouthful straight from the bottle.
I opened two more packets. “This one is a bullet. Great for your clit and this one…” I turned on the rabbit. “You put inside you, but you line the ears up against your clit.” She looked confused, so I moved her thumb and finger into a circle and pushed the vibrator through, pressing the ears to the soft flesh between them. Her blue eyes darkened and a visible shudder rippled through her body.
“You like that one, eh?”
When she didn’t reply, I turned it off, dropping it back into the box, before I pulled the last one out.
“Ah, this one doesn’t come with a demonstration.”
“What the hell…”
“Butt plug.”
She gasped. “Why would I put that in my arse?”
“It feels good, apparently.”
She scoffed. “Never in a million years.” Taking another mouthful of vodka, she ran her fingers over the tapered toy. “I would never.”
“Never say never, Helen.”
I held the black plug by its blue jewelled end between us, making us both giggle. The giggles soon turned into loud, drunken laughter that ended with us falling back onto the soft carpet, tears streaming down our cheeks.