“Wow, that’s really nice of her,” I said.
“It’s got to do with some event going on at the current Epcot Festival, I think,” Jill explained. “We’re getting the VIP package they give to people like travel agents, journalists, bloggers, and such. A couple people had to cancel and she’s giving us their stuff. But that’s part of why she really wants Becky to come; to write an article or something. Becky’s happy to, but she’s disappointed that she doesn’t have a boyfriend to bring with her. Of course, that could change in a week, knowing her.
“Yeah, if she’s like her mom,” I said. “She’s certainly very pretty, just like her mom!”
Jill ignored me and went on, “Anyway, Barbara, says she’s really happy that I ‘found’ someone and said she’s really looking forward to meeting you then. Oh, and the hotel’s comped, too. But she won’t say where. Either they haven’t nailed it down or she has some surprise, I guess. I hope it isn’t one of the motel like ‘value’ places. I’m betting it’s likely to be someplace moderate though, but we’ll see. We can check in anytime on Friday after one. So, is that weekend Ok, and could you get off early on Friday, or maybe the whole day?”
“Uh, sure, I don’t think I have anything going on then.” I replied. I didn’t have a problem with the idea, and a weekend away at “fantasy land” with Jill sounded great. Meeting the family was another step I wasn’t sure I was all that ready to take, but then again, maybe I was, with her. “I have to check my little black book, though,” I teased.
“Oh you do? Have to check all the other dates you already have lined up, huh?” she teased back. “Well, I’ll just have to ask one of my other hunks, then. Hey babe, we don’t have to if you don’t really want to. Just a thought, and her normal park ticket comps aren’t time sensitive. Though she might be, sensitive I mean, maybe. Or, we don’t have to go at all if you aren’t into the Disney thing.” She seemed disappointed, which I didn’t want to do to her. I wasn’t really against it, just nervous for some reason.
“Princess, my beautiful Princess, I’m interested. I’m just processing it, that’s all,” I tried to reassure her. “Ok, let me be fully honest. I’ve told you I’m nervous because things are moving faster than maybe I’m ready for, or thought I was ready for. Meeting family sort of, I don’t know, makes that more intense. I like Disney, I do, but probably not as much as you do. But, um, I’d go almost anywhere with you — or maybe anywhere. So, yeah, I can deal with the arrangements from your very generous sister, and I’ll go, happily. I just need to be sure I can get off. Get TIME off, I mean.”
“Babe, I get all that. Actually, when Barbara said she wanted to meet you my stomach twitched a little, but maybe in a good way. She’s Ok, and I think — no, I know — she’ll really like you and be happy for me. And hey, we’ll have fun! Oh, and I’ll be sure you get off, and I’m NOT talking time off…”
She went on, “I know a great kinda romantic resort, without many kids, especially this time of year, where I can book us if we don’t like what she has in store. We’ll eat and drink our way around Epcot and have some fun on rides all day, then make love like crazy in our hotel room at night, until the neighbors complain.” She was grinning and happy and that made me happy with her.
“You got me, Princess. I haven’t been there in a while, and don’t know the place like you do, but how could I not enjoy being at the ‘happiest place on earth’ with my own Disney Princess. I’ll be the luckiest guy on earth, I’m sure. Really, this is sounding good.” It really was. What reluctance, or nervousness, or whatever I felt was fading. A weekend escape in a fantasy world with my fantasy-come-true lover should be fantastic.
We got to Jill-2’s store and went in hand in hand. She was wandering around out front and greeted us warmly, with a hug and kiss on the cheek for Jill and a kiss on the lips for me, which was a surprise. A male customer was just coming out of the back where the video viewing rooms are and said “Hey doll, how do I get some of that sugar? I come in here all the time and you don’t treat me that way.”
Jill didn’t even turn around to look at him, but fired off, “That’s `cause you’re a customer, Cal. And yeah, you do COME in here all the time, but you don’t always clean up after yourself, either. These two are friends, and they get special treatment if they stop by to visit.” He grumbled a bit and wandered out the door, none of us paying any attention to what he was muttering.
“Hey Teddy, mind the counter Ok,” Jill-2 called out as she took us back into the “toy” section. “I got a couple things to run by you before you go take care of your business in the back, and we take care of ours later, you know.” I didn’t understand the last part, but being the Jills, I let it slide.
We went back to the section with dildos, dongs and strap-ons. There was a pretty extensive variety considering they all have pretty much the same rather limited function. Some of them were huge and I couldn’t imagine actually using them vaginally, let alone anally. Some other things must have been beginner or training devices since they were pretty small and or slender.
“Ok, we’re really just interested in pegging right now,” Jill-2 said, “so I’ll point out a couple things and then there’s one I want to show you. For true pegging, most of the time you’ll need a harness, and almost any dildo with a base can be used with one, as long as it fits.”
“Fits the harness or the recipient?” I asked, half joking.
“I was referring to the harness, stud,” Jill-2 said, and then continued with a smile, “The recipient is far more adjustable. You’d be amazed what will fit.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, shaking my head slightly. “I worked in the Emergency Department long enough to see, or hear about, some amazing things…”
“Yeah, I bet. Anyway, you can use a double ended dong, like these, without a harness,” she said indicating some about 16 inches long, or more, that looked like two cocks connected base to base and pointing in opposite directions. “You just put each end wherever you want it, one in yourself and the other end in you, too, or in a friend,” she chuckled. “They’re fun, but in a different way than typical pegging.”
“Then there are double ended dongs that do use a harness, where a shorter end goes in the wearer and the main dildo is for the recipient.” We looked a few styles of those. Jill was, of course, more interested than I was in the smaller end. I was just concerned with the enormity of some of the working ends, so to speak, and hoping they weren’t thinking of trying to impale me with one.
Jill-2 moved us along to the more “standard” dildos. “The typical dildo strap-on has to use a harness of some kind and the base of the dildo or the harness might rub against your clit, if it lines up right. They’re the least reliable at giving physical stimulation to the wearer. Of course there are different styles of dildos, too. From anatomically correct to plain peg like things. Some have bent or bulbous ends for better internal stimulation.”