Holly's Crush: The Complete Trilogy Read Free

take one of those eggplant dildos over there and go
       fuck yourself? I’m not going to say it again. Ring me up (smiling sweetly). Please.
    Boy: That will be 39.95.
    ***
      
    Once she got back to her apartment, she felt quite impressed with herself for sticking it out and coming home the proud owner of a Magic Flipper.
    She was like a kid at Christmas, eager to rip open her present as soon as she walked in the door. Unfortunately, she was expecting a work call – what was she thinking offering to take a call from a client so late? – and she had to be responsible, eating her vegetables before she could have dessert.
    Stupid work. But yay! I have a vibrator again and what a relief to not have to hide it like I had to do when living with Brian. He never approved of them, always felt like he should be enough for me. The problem was – he wasn’t. It’s not like I have anything to compare him to, since he was my first and only, but should sex feel so blah and clinical? It shouldn’t feel like a trip to the gyno…okay, exaggerating a bit but come on! I deserve something spicier. He turned me on less in 3 years than Mr. Zesty did in 3 minutes. Mmm…those eyes and that voice…
    Brrring, Brrring
    Now that her work call was out of the way, Holly brought her focus back to those eyes…that voice…that ass…she could imagine him gazing at her naked body while telling her exactly what he wants to do with it. Her eyelids closed and she allowed herself to envision those lips and what they’d feel like making their way down her body…sucking…kissing…licking…
    30 minutes later…
    Frustration sets in big time as Holly tears her place apart looking for batteries. “I can’t frickin’ believe I bought a vibrator, but no batteries. Who does that? And that punk at the porn shop didn’t even mention it. Aaah!” Yes, she had been in a hurry and that kid was pissing her off, but it should have been a no-brainer to include the double A’s. If there was ever a time to first try it out, it was NOW! She was all hot and bothered from thinking about Mr. Smoky Eyes and she could use some relief. She emptied out her flashlight – kept for emergencies and this was considered one – just to discover that those batteries were dead. Fuck! Unfortunately (or fortunately, if there was a fire), the smoke detector didn’t take the same kind and she couldn’t find anything else in the place to take apart.
    By this point, her sexual tension was pretty much dwindled down anyway, so she just gave up and went to bed. Maybe her dreams would show her some fulfillment.
    ***
    “Thank God for the weekend,” Holly said, as she woke up on Saturday morning. Those last two days at work felt never-ending. Somehow a bunch of files had gotten messed up and she spent all of her time getting things reorganized. It left her with a headache that made her want to do nothing else but collapse into bed as soon as she got home. The only thing she accomplished that was worthwhile (in her opinion) was picking up several packs of batteries during one of her quick lunch breaks. She used to be a girl scout, damnit! She was going to be prepared next time.
    It was a beautiful morning and the sun was shining brightly, it would do her some good to get out and become more acquainted with her new city. She had moved about an hour away from where she lived with Brian; she figured that was enough space to put between them, but not too much distance away from her family.
    She didn’t spend much time getting ready – just threw her blonde hair up into a ponytail and slapped on some lip gloss. She wanted to enjoy as much of the day as possible since she heard there was a chance of rain moving in later this afternoon. She didn’t bother with coffee and figured she could always easily find a café somewhere.
    Fifteen minutes later she was heading down the street checking out the neighborhood. I really need to do this more often. She felt rejuvenated by the fresh air