Chapter 19: The Christmas Butterfly

I sat with my wine on the sofa near Josh and pushed my chest out, forcing my bare breasts with partial aroused nipples to poke through my sweater.

“Is that an invitation?” he asked, looking at my honey bumps.

“Oooooh, no. No,” I responded with a touch of sarcasm in my voice. “I just wanted to be noticed.”

Josh slithered across the couch to my side. “Well, you’re noticed.” He kissed me and ran his hand up inside my sweater, caressing my bare tits and working my nipples into an even more erect state of excitement. He leaned in a kissed both of my nipples through my sweater, breathing hot air on each one as he did. I melted slightly.

He added, “At our rate of progress, if we stop for sex now we probably won’t get dinner. What’s your pleasure?”

“You are my pleasure, but I want to try that little Italian place on Mill Street. So, I’ll try, with great difficulty I might add, to stop being seductive and we’ll just sit here and sip our wine and have lovely conversation until we leave.”

Josh looked perplexed. “I was just reading about you and that ’Venus-Mars’ book you gave me. So far I’ve learned that we assign points to each other’s actions in a completely different way. So when we’re vying for each other’s affections we need to remember that our accumulated point counts will be perceived differently.”

“I recall something about that from when I read the book. Tell me again?” I asked.

Josh summed up one thesis of the book, “If I do something big for you, like the broach, I might figure I got a hundred points for the gift. You love it but assign it one point. I also get a point because I kissed you. And another point for the blue negligee and so on. I build points with you one action or item at a time, whereas I expect blocks of points when I do something big.”

“And we learn what from this?” I asked him with a smile.

“I’ll do better doing lots of little things that all say ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m paying attention to you’ rather than ignoring you for a month and then giving you a new TV set or car or whatever. And you will do better with me by acknowledging that when I do something ‘big’ that you go out of your way to reward me or thank me for it in your own special way.”

“You, my love, are a fast learner,” I told him. “We’ll have to see if any of these concepts stick in your head and mine, and then we need to test if it’s even accurate. The guy that wrote the book, it turns out, had absolutely no qualifications. All his theses are suspect, but the book is still popular.

“So what’d you learn from the other book?” I asked with a smirk as I gestured towards my pornographic album that sat on the coffee table.

Josh said, “First, I verified that I have a very sexy and fuckable fiancée ... or should I say ’temporary girlfriend.’ Then I learned that Alex is also a delectable woman and also very fuckable, and that you are very comfortable with each other in a very intimate way. I’d like to hear more about that over dinner, by the way.”

I nodded, “I’ll put that on the agenda of discussion topics.”

“Alex is also a talented photographer. Her use of lighting and angle shots is excellent and in this case heightened the eroticism of her photographs – even when she’s in them. Further, her use of simple props or backgrounds only adds to the photographs because you don’t get lost in the backgrounds.”

“You weren’t supposed to be looking at the backgrounds, Dear. You were supposed to be looking at our tits, and my cunt or Alex’s cunt!” I teased.

“Oh, I looked all right. I’ve been hard for the past hour.” He made a show of adjusting his generous cock in his slacks.

“Lastly,” he said, “I really look forward to working with you and Alex on Volume 2.” He grinned at me from ear to ear.

When we got to the Italian restaurant there was a forty-minute wait for a table. We went into the bar, got seats on bar stools at a small high-top table, and each ordered a chocolate martini. After we were served I reached in my skirt pocket and took out the remote control for the Butterfly that I’d worn. I passed the remote to Josh.

“What’s this?” he said, picking up the plastic remote. He studied the device then said, “Well, let me try this and see if anything happens. It seems to have several controls on it. Hummmm.” He turned the device over in his hands adding, “Intensity and On/Off dials. Let’s see what low intensity and ‘on’ produces.”

I felt the Butterfly come alive between my legs. He let it buzz for a few moments as I stared at him with a rising sense of passion.

“Oh, let’s turn up the intensity a little since I don’t see anything happening,” Josh innocently said. “He looked around the bar as though something else might be happening as a result of the remote being on.

The device came alive again and this time I jerked erect, as though stuck with a low-voltage electric probe. The pleasure was almost too much. I squeezed my legs together as the device vibrated against me. Then suddenly it stopped.

Josh studied the device further. He said, “Why we could turn it up still further but only for a few seconds.”

My crotch exploded with a shot of pleasure. I know my body filled with adrenalin in response to the stimulation. I looked at Josh but then my eyes closed as the pleasure came to me. Then suddenly the device was quiet.

He said, “I think I’ll hold onto this for now. We’ll see if we can surprise you as the evening goes on.”

I smiled wanly at him. “Thank you, Lover,” I whispered. “And Merry Christmas. I like your selection of toys, as well as the idea to space out their use.”

We sipped our drinks and Josh led the conversation to some of the projects the Foundation sponsored. It took me a few minutes to disengage from the sexual stimulation I’d been feeling and become a conversational partner. I think he knew that.

Then just as I’d asked Josh about his criteria for additional donors to the Foundation, my butterfly triggered. I looked at him with my mouth hanging open almost in disbelief. The pleasure went on and on. He just looked at me, watching me with amusement. I had to set my drink down then I had to grab the edge of the table and hold on as my knuckles turned white. I squirmed on my seat. Then as suddenly as it began, the pleasurable vibrations stopped.

I thought, “This is the best invention known to womanhood. ANY woman would want one of these, even if she gave the remote control to a sadist like Josh.”

Josh prattled on about looking for multi-millionaires that fit a particular profile: they weren’t known to be existing philanthropists or they had already shown interest in some way in one of the project areas that the Foundation was sponsoring. He talked a bit about how he could find out the background of anyone whose net worth exceeded ten million dollars.

As Josh talked I just hoped and prayed that he’d turn my butterfly back on. Then it hit me again. Fifteen seconds of pleasure and then it stopped.

“You bastard,” I whispered to him. He smiled nicely at me.

The hostess approached our table, “Your dinner table is ready now, please come with me. You may bring your drinks.”

We followed the shapely young lady to a booth nested in one side of the restaurant. We slid in next to each other and she passed us the menus. I glanced around the restaurant and in a booth across the way from us sat Goldie Hawn and her long-time significant other, Kurt Russell. We were in good company.

“What are you going to have, Darling?” Josh asked me a few minutes later after we’d studied the menu.

“I think I’m going to have a half-portion of the mushroom ravioli and a salad,” I told Josh.

Our waitress came to the table with a happy and expectant look on her face; “Hi my name’s Allison, and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I freshen your drinks or do you want some wine?”

Josh looked up at her and said, “I think we’ll have a bottle of your Pinot Grigio, the house version, please. And I think we’re ready to order.”

My butterfly turned on at only a slightly reduced intensity from what Josh had used at the cocktail table. I thought for a second that anyone within fifty feet could hear the buzzing then realized that only I felt the vibration and that there was no sound. Again, my passion started to rise. I had only one thought on my mind suddenly, I wanted to orgasm – here, now, immediately.

The waitress looked at me expectantly, her pen and pad poised to write down my order. I held onto the edge of the table with both hands and somehow found the fortitude to nod towards Josh.