What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (196 page)

I swallowed hard. “I believe you. I just needed to know.”

“Oh honey, I always thought maybe both of you would move on and be happy on your own. Obviously, I was wrong about that and I kick myself for not telling you.” She grabbed me and hugged me tight. “I love you and I can’t wait to see you become Mrs. Levine next month.”

Nicole and Hillary begged to plan a Bachelorette Party for me. I was totally against the idea until I spoke with Garrett. He encouraged me to go out and live it up one last night with my friends. “Leila, it’s one night. You are going to see me for the rest of your life. And don’t forget we are moving away soon. Nicole and Hillary aren’t going to be sitting downstairs waiting for you anymore,” Garrett said.

His words saddened me. The move hadn’t really sunk in yet. I felt like I had been living in a dream world for the past few months. Even though I was planning our wedding it almost didn’t seem real.

Nicole and Hillary kept everything very top secret about the Bachelorette Party. They wouldn’t give me any sort of hint. The only thing they would tell me was dress to kill. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where the hell we were going. As I looked through my closet for something to wear I realized I had nothing that I would classify as “dressed to kill”. I called my old college roommate, Amy. I asked her if she would like to help me find a dress. She nearly blew my eardrum out with the squeal she let off.

We made plans to meet up at the mall around seven to find me a dress. Amy was coming to the Bachelorette Party, so she knew exactly what kind of dress would work for where we were going. We met outside of Macy’s. Amy was her typical bubbly self. She gave me a huge hug and nearly picked me up off the floor. “I can’t believe you are getting married,” she squealed loudly.

As we made our way through Macy’s, Amy grilled me about Garrett. Amy and Garrett had never met. When Amy and I became roommates, Garrett had already left. I told her the entire story, how we ran into each other at the wedding, then at the Halloween party. Amy was pretty speechless through the story. By the time I was done telling the story, we had been standing in the dress department for ten minutes. Amy had a huge grin on her face. She had one hand on each of my shoulders. “Leila, this is fate, you were meant to be with him,” she said. “Now, let’s go find you a kick ass dress.”

Amy pulled a few off the rack and sent me into the dressing room. While I slipped the first dress on, she was still out on the floor scouring for more dresses. When I came out in the first dress she looked at me and shook her head. “I think I found the perfect dress for you,” she said. She handed me a simple black off the shoulder dress that cinched at the waist. I went back into the dressing room to try it on. I slipped the dress on and turned towards the mirror. The dress fit me like a glove. A huge smile appeared on my face. I knew Amy was going to go crazy for this dress. I was almost scared to come out of the dressing room. “Alright, are you ready for this?” I called to her.

“Bring it on, Sister,” she said back.

As I opened the door, I cringed a little waiting for her reaction.

“Oh . . . My . . . Gawd,” she cried. She sounded like Janice from
Friends
.

I burst out laughing at her reaction. “Do you like it?”

“This is the one!” She exclaimed. “Now we need to find you shoes.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “I have plenty of shoes at home.”

“You are getting new shoes! This is your Bachelorette Party!”

Lucky for me, the shoe department was just across the aisle. I grabbed my purse, and we crossed the aisle into the shoe department. I left the dress on so I could see what the shoes looked like with the dress. After trying on several different types, I saw a leopard print platform peep-toe pump. I was in love. When I paired the pumps with the dress, they were a perfect match. I thought Amy was going to fall over with excitement.

After our afternoon of shopping and having lunch at the mall, I headed home. I was really excited about my new outfit, and I couldn’t wait to show Garrett. He was going to die when he saw me in it. I got the idea to put the outfit on and take a picture with my cell phone. I hadn’t seen him in almost a month. I wanted to give him a little surprise. I rushed into my apartment, got dressed in my dress and sexy shoes, and somehow managed to take a picture of myself in it.

I immediately texted it to him. Within seconds I had a response.

Garrett—

Holy fuck! You look HOT!

His text put fancysansa huge smile on my face. I was happy he liked it, even though he wasn’t going to see me in it until he came back.

Me—

You like it? I’m wearing it to my Bachorelette Party.
I am going to kill Nicole if she gets me a stripper.

Garrett—

LMFAO

Garrett—

Take another picture of yourself. Just in your bra and underwear. I wanna see you.

Me—

Are you out of your damn mind!!

Garrett—

It’s just a bra and underwear. It’s like you are wearing a bathing suit. PLEASE! I miss you and I wanna see you.

I couldn’t believe he was asking me to actually take a picture of myself in my freaking bra and underwear. This was something I would have never done before. A smile came across my face.
Fuck it, I’m going to do it.
I went digging through my underwear drawer looking for the set he had bought me for Christmas. I slipped my dress off. I quickly changed my bra and underwear and put my shoes back on. I knew he would love the shoes. I took the picture and hit the send button before I could change my mind.

Garrett—

FUCK! I can’t believe you did it! GAH! You left the shoes on. I’m going to have to rub one off tonight to this picture.

Me—

PMSL I’m glad you like it.

I’m not sure what came over me, but I got the crazy idea to send him a topless picture. I looked over to my dresser and saw his dog tags and Marines baseball hat. A wicked smile appeared across my face, and I knew exactly what I was going to do.

This by far was the craziest thing I had ever done sober in my lifetime. I took my bra off put the dog tags around my neck and the baseball hat on my head. Crawling onto my bed I sat up on my knees and laced his dog tags around my thumb holding them out seductively. I snapped the picture and hit send.

It felt like I had just hit the send button when I got a reply.

Garrett—

You just made me spit out my beer. Holy fuck there are so many things I want to do to you right now.

His words were fancysansmaking me blush. I still wasn’t comfortable with how he liked to talk dirty. I felt so silly.

Me—

I’m glad you liked the picture.

Garrett—

Come on Babe. Tell me what you want to do to me. Give me something to think about tonight while I am looking at these fucking hot pictures of you.

Me—

I can’t.

Garrett—

Pleeeeeeaseeee.

Me—

Oh God help me.

I was lying on my bed trying to figure out something sexy to write to him. This was totally not me. I am going to text him something and it is going to sound completely ridiculous. Why did I send him those pictures? He’s not going to stop until I send him something.

My phone went off again.

Garrett—

Babe, I am waiting here with a raging boner. You gotta give me something.

Me—

Will you give me a minute? I am trying to come up with something. I don’t have a filthy dirty mind like you do.

Garrett—

Ok. I will be waiting. I’m over here thinking about you going down on me right now. Your sweet mouth running up and down my cock. It feels so fucking good.

His words made me blush. I couldn’t figure out how those words came so easy for him. I frantically racked my brain for the words he wanted to hear.

Me—

Hmmmm. Your dick feels so good in my mouth.

I hit the send button and felt mortified.
Oh my God! Why did I just send that?

Garrett-

Your mouth is so warm and wet. I love it when your tongue teases my balls.

Me—

I can feel myself getting wet; I want to feel you inside of me.

What I had just sent him was the God’s honest truth. His words were doing exactly that.

Garrett—

Oh, Babe. I want to eat you out so fucking bad right now. The thought of you sitting on my face right now is sending me over the edge. You have no fucking idea.

Me—

I want your face in between my legs. Your stubble on my thighs and your tongue on my clit.

A shot of anxiety ran through me as I sent that. Even though I really wanted him to do this to me, I had never actually told him. He had always taken care of me. He was never a selfish lover. He always made sure I got off. I began to squirm as I lay on my bed. I began to look at my nightstand thinking about
The Rabbit
. I was definitely going to need some type of release a month with no sex, and we were sexting.

Garrett—

Jesus Christ! I can’t fucking take this anymore. I need to jack off right now. You are killing me here.

A smile came across my face. I was feeling the same exact way. Fortunately, for me, I was in my own home and I could do what I needed to do. Garrett, on the other hand, was bunking with a bunch of men. It would probably be a bit more challenging for him.

I carefully thought about my next text to him. I really wanted to blow his mind on this one. I looked over at my nightstand again. I couldn’t take it anymore either. I had to get off. This was all too much for me. I rolled over and opened my drawer. I took
The Rabbit
out and snapped a picture of it and sent it.

Garrett—

No fucking way. Please tell me you are going to use that on yourself.

Before I could even type my next text, my phone rang.

“Jesus Babe, please let me hear you get off,” he whispered into the phone.

With a smile in my voice I said, “Well hello to you too.”

“You have no idea what you are doing to me. I have myself locked in the bathroom with a fucking hard-on the size of a baseball bat right now.” He was trying to keep his voice low.

I laughed at him. “Well I am pretty turned on as well.” I swallowed hard. “You really want to hear me?”

“More than anything in the world.”

I closed my eyes for a moment thinking to myself how crazy I was for actually going through with this. I clearly have lost my mind.

“Okay, I’m pulling down my panties.” My voice was shaking I was so nervous.

I clicked on the bunny and I heard him gasp. “You are actually going to do this aren’t you.”

I exhaled a long breath. “Yup.”

“Tell me everything you are going to do. Don’t leave out anything,” he said frantically.

I laughed at him. I knew he wanted me bad, I could tell by his voice, and I felt the same way. God, I really wished he was at home. I would have jumped in my car and drove to his apartment. Unfortunately, he was half way across the country and there was nothing I could do about it.

“I have the bunny in my hand and I’m putting some lube on it.” I clicked the bunny to the off position and put a small amount of lube on the tip. Even though I was already ready wet, I had made that mistake before, not a good feeling.

“I’m spreading my legs.”

I moaned softly as I inserted the vibrator into myself and adjusted the bunny to be lined up with my clit. I closed my eyes thinking it was Garrett climbing on top of me. I could hear him breathing heavily into the phone. I clicked on the bunny twice to the speed I liked.

“Fuck,” I heard Garrett say on the other end of the phone.

“I want you to touch yourself too,” I said in barely a whisper.

The bunny buzzing in between my legs was already having an effect on me.

“Oh Babe,” he moaned. “I already am. I’m so fucking rock hard. I wish you were here. I want to fuck you so bad. I would give anything right now to feel my dick in your wet pussy. Just thinking about it is making my mouth water.”

His words were doing wonders for me. “I wish you were here too. I want to feel your mouth on me, licking me,” I moaned.

I squeezed my legs together to hold the vibrator in place while I ran my hand across my breasts.

“I’m touching my nipples, right now. I want you so bad,” I said panting. I could feel myself beginning to climax. “Garrett, I’m going to come,” I panted. I quickly spread my legs again and began moving the vibrator at a quick steady speed.

“Shhhh,” he whispered. “Let me hear you. Please, I want to whack off to you coming.”

I pushed the bunny in one last time and then held it firmly on my clit. Within seconds, I felt the electricity shoot through every ounce of my body. I moaned loudly, “God Garrett, I wish you were here.”

“Keep talking, Babe.”

With my eyes closed I just let go, I didn’t care anymore about being embarrassed about what I was saying. He loved to be talked dirty to and who was I to deprive him from it.

“Garrett,” I whispered. “Your cock feels so good deep inside me as I’m riding you. Touch my clit,” I moaned into the phone.

I could hear his breathing quickening. Just the thought of him pleasuring himself to my voice began to turn me on again.

“I’m touching myself, Garrett. I wish it was you. I want to feel your mouth on my nipples biting them softly.” That is when I heard him moan loudly, “Oh Leila. Fuck, I just came. God damn, Babe. That was fucking incredible.”

I couldn’t help smiling, knowing I made him come from what I was saying to him.