It’s a brand new start for me. A new city, a new job…
My cousin Samantha agreed to let me be her roommate until I get settled. Sam and I were close once, during our teenage years. For a few years, we hadn't seen each other in person.
I'm climbing the stairs to the third floor, a box in my arms. I can’t see much because of it, so I don’t see the person in front of me on the landing. Almost falling, a hand grabs me to steady me. Instinctively, I clutch the box tighter to my chest.
— Oh, says the masculine voice.
— I'm sorry! I exclaim, turning to see the person I'm speaking to, and I lose my words.
A man with a very athletic and muscular physique. His skin slightly tanned, his face marked by a wide smile, with a well-defined jaw and symmetrical features. He has short hair, styled upwards, and a few days' beard. I am mesmerized by his gaze, his lips, and his perfect teeth. A door opens next to us, breaking the silence.
— Rose! exclaims Samantha, rushing into my arms.
I put the box down and hug my cousin.
—I hope you had a good trip!
Without even waiting for my answer, she turns to the sexy man.
— Were you going to put out a fire? she asks him.
—No, I was going to…
—Perfect then you can help us carry my cousin's things!
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I set my last box down with a long sigh, my shoulders finally free from the accumulated weight. Samantha's apartment immediately enveloped me. Bold. Assumed. Lively. Touches of pink that catch the eye, soft textures that make you want to get lost in them… an almost disturbing atmosphere, as if every detail had been thought out to awaken something. Nothing like the quiet routine I just left.
— Welcome to your new life, Samantha says, handing me a glass.
I take the glass and walk a few steps into the apartment, my attention drawn to the details. A scent floats in the air. Something sweet… yet captivating. I approach the window and my eyes immediately land on him. The man from the landing. My new neighbor. His hand on my arm. The warmth of his touch. His gaze. Too intense to be forgotten so quickly. I lightly grip my glass.
— You’d put him in your bed, wouldn’t you?
Samantha’s voice makes me jump and I turn around abruptly.
— What? No, actually, I…
She bursts out laughing, clearly amused by my discomfort.
— Relax, Rose. I saw you.
She approaches, a knowing smile on her lips.
— And believe me… you’re not the first.
My heart quickens despite myself.
— His name is James, she adds casually. He’s 30. Firefighter, single, and has a god-like body.
She gives me a meaningful look.
— Have you ever…
I don't finish my sentence, but that's enough for Samantha to understand what I mean. I slightly avert my eyes, unable to hide the turmoil rising within me. I've never been very comfortable with this topic. Not because I don't think about it... but because I don't have much experience when it comes to sexuality.
— No, I haven't had that pleasure, she finally says with a slight shrug.
James, he… he's not really the type to accumulate one-night stands.
Her tone is light, almost detached. Then, with a wry smile, she adds:
— But if you want a completely wild night, Jay, the upstairs neighbor… that's another story. A real beast.
I swallow. The young resident of the apartment upstairs? But how old is he, damn it?
— Thanks, but no thanks, I reply with a grimace.
Samantha bursts out laughing, clearly amused by my reaction.
Then she stares at me for a moment, more intensely.
— Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin?
I look up at her, a little annoyed.
— No, of course not… but let’s just say… I don’t have much experience in that area. And one-night stands aren’t really what I’m looking for.
A silence settles. Samantha observes me for a few seconds, as if evaluating something. Then her expression softens. She slowly puts her arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.
— Your life is going to change, Rose.
A small laugh escapes me despite myself.
— Sam…
— No, I'm serious.
She straightens up slightly, her gaze fixed on mine.
— I work in a sex shop, Rose. I help women every day discover their bodies, their pleasure… to stop putting themselves last.
Her words resonated more than I would have thought.
— And you… you arrived here exactly when you needed to.
I remained silent because deep down, a part of me knew she wasn't wrong.
— You don't have to turn into someone else, she continues softly.
You don't have to embark on experiences that aren't true to you.
She tilts her head.
— But you can learn to choose yourself. To give yourself pleasure… without waiting for anyone else.
My heart skipped a beat.
— And believe me, she adds with a knowing smile… I'm probably the best person to help you with that.
I let out a soft breath. Between nervousness and curiosity.
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The next day flew by. Between unpacking boxes, tidying clothes, and rearranging details, I didn't see the hours pass. Each object slowly found its place, as if I too was trying to anchor myself in this still somewhat unfamiliar space. The sound of a key in the lock made me look up. The door opened.
— I’m here! Samantha exclaims as she enters.
Her voice is energetic, as always. She kicks off her shoes with a swift movement, then drops her bag near the entrance before joining me in my room.
— So? How are you doing?
— Yes, I reply with a smile.
She observes me for a moment, as if trying to read between the lines. Then her expression changes. A sparkle appears in her eyes.
— I have something for you.
She gives that smile… the one I'm already beginning to recognize. She retrieves a brown kraft paper bag she had kept near her and approaches me.
— Consider this as… a welcome gift.
I look at it without taking it right away.
— Sam…
— Trust me.
I finally reach out and grab the bag, which I quickly open, placing its contents on my bed. I remain silent, my gaze shifting from one object to another.
— It's a wonderful trio to start with, Samantha whispers.
The black satin blindfold slips through her fingers.
— This is to cut you off from the world.
She places it on my lap.
— So you can reconnect with yourself.
I listen carefully as if each word was gently breaking a barrier.
— The O'gel is a favorite product! You're going to experience incredible sensations! You just need to put a small drop on the wonder, the toy I selected for you. You start with external stimulation, and when your body asks for more, you listen to it. With this little toy, you'll be able to discover your G-spot!
My eyes follow her as she stands and walks towards the door.
— Tonight… choose yourself.
The door closes softly. Silence returns. I remain still, the blindfold under my fingers.
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The light in the room is soft, almost subdued. The sun has set, making way for a more intimate, enveloping atmosphere. My fingers brush the blindfold. The fabric is cold at first… then quickly, it warms under my skin. I hold it for a few seconds. Then I remember Samantha’s words.
Choose yourself.
So I do.
Once lying on my back on my bed, completely nude, I pick up the toy Samantha called The Marvel. Small and discreet, it's only the length of my hand. I let it slide between my fingers for a few seconds. Its surface is soft, almost silky. Nothing intimidating. On the contrary… something reassuring.
As recommended, I apply a drop to the tip of the marvel. I activate it and a soothing vibration begins. I slowly place the blindfold over my eyes. Darkness falls instantly. My breath becomes more present. More audible. Each inhale seems deeper. Each exhale… slower. Without sight, my other senses take over. The silence becomes almost palpable. I can hear the slightest movement. The slightest rustle. Every shiver is clearer. More precise. I remain still for a few seconds.
I spread my thighs and direct the toy towards my intimacy. At first, the contact of the gel on my labia is cold. I start with simple small circular movements on my clitoris. The O'gel gives me a sensation of freshness and I already feel excited. It is at this moment that I activate the vibrations. An emotion immediately emerges in my lower abdomen. Allowing the vibrations to stimulate a budding pleasure for a few more moments, I then direct the tip of the toy towards the entrance of my vagina, which I delicately tease.
I feel my pleasure slowly rise. I want more. I gently push the marvel in. The other end meets my clitoris. I make back-and-forth movements, exploring every corner that gives me sensations.
I let myself go. Without pressure. Without expectation. My thoughts drift. And not surprisingly, he imposes himself again. James. His gaze. His presence. A more intense shiver runs through me. I let myself be carried by this sensation. By this strange mix of nervousness and curiosity. My free hand moves up to my breasts. With my fingertips, I grasp my hardened nipple and imagine it’s him nibbling it between his teeth.
Slowly, I feel it returning, that orgasm I've never yet experienced. I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape. It's so close. I feel my walls contracting around the toy. I suddenly freeze, allowing my pleasure to reach its peak.
Something in me gradually relaxes. As if a tension I had carried for a long time… finally disappeared. My breath changes, my body too. Freer. More receptive. And in that suspended moment… I understand. It's not just an experience. It's also a connection with myself.
