Smut 69: 'Toys'
Detective Jimmy Deakins wanted to buy something special for his daughter's first real Christmas. Born in spring, she was still too little on her first Christmas to much more than tear paper. This year, at almost two, she had a much better idea something was up. Between their families and things Angie had been squirreling away all year, there would be plenty, but Jimmy wanted something that would grow with her. Something that could be an heirloom.
He'd asked around at work, but didn't think the best suggestion, some kind of fancy doll, was going to do it. The real problem was he only had one afternoon to find it, what with the extra shifts he'd agreed to in order to pay for this thing he couldn't find. Wandering the toy store, he knew he looked pitiful picking up dolls and starting at them. Or worse, he looked like a pervert. He stifled a flinch when he heard the girl's voice behind him.
Having only heard her through half opened windows while she worked to keep her voice down, he didn't recognize her until he turned. Even more petite than he though, her dirty blonde hair fell over one eye. Those were a richer golden brown than he could have told under the lights in the parking lot. Her smile, which he hadn't seen that night, held a clearly sardonic note. Now he knew he looked like a pervert.
He held the doll up, a delicate china creation wearing a Victorian dress. It looked even more fragile in his large hand. "This is a bad gift for a two year old, right?"
Alex laughed and took the doll from him, carefully putting it away. "Very bad." She shook her head. "Very, very bad. And a little cruel, really, giving her something she can't play with."
Jimmy nodded solemnly, then raised an eyebrow. "Help an old man out? Everything I know about two year old girls I learned…well, I haven't yet. She turns two in a couple months." He gave her his best sheepish, non-threatening smile.
That earned him another laugh. She knew full well it was a put on, but she played along. "I'm guessing you want something that will last, that can grow with her, and that is distinctively girly?" When he nodded, looking grateful, she waved him to follow her.
Walking behind her, he had a passing moment of pity for David, her backseat partner. She was a pocket Venus, tiny but beautifully curved. He could tell from her movements that she was athletic and he felt another twinge of pity. The boy wouldn't know for years just what he'd messed up. Every woman after would be compared to this girl. When she turned back to make sure he was following and smiled, he knew they would come up lacking.
She led him to the back of the store, to a display tucked in a corner. Everything around it was dusty, but someone paid attention to the immense doll house. Set on a table a couple feet off the ground, he still thought the thing was at least four feet tall. The rooms were huge and he could tell there was more than one row of them. Modeled on a classic Victorian style, complete with gingerbread details, the house looked more solidly built than some places he'd lived.
Alex went straight to the house, lightly touching one of the glass windows. She glanced at him for an instant before describing the details of the house. As she spoke something in her expression made him think this house was special to her. She was sharing a treasure, not selling a toy. He wondered what she'd seen in him to trust him with that. She pointed out the smallest details, her voice filled with growing awe and he stepped closer to see.
He wasn't paying the kind of attention she thought, though. Instead of learning about the house, he was studying her. Her clothes and speech pegged her at the same kind of working class background he did. She was smart and even when talking about a doll house had a biting wit. Every time her hair fell in front of her eyes he wanted to push it back.
He ended up putting his hands in his pockets to fend off the impulse. Last thing he needed was to get busted for touching some kid. And that's what she was, just a kid. No matter that he knew the promise that young body held. She wanted so much more than David could offer her. What woman, even such a young one, wouldn't want more than a inexperienced boy could offer?
Jimmy ended up buying the dollhouse and a couple rooms worth of relatively cheap furniture. The furniture, Alex explained, could be replaced over the years. The house would stand up. He had the house delivered and took the rest, leaving her at the register looking pleased.
He ended up having a few words with Angie about it, but when she saw the house, she came around. They hid it in the garage and when they unveiled it on Christmas morning it was an astonishing hit, not just with their daughter. He even earned a few mother-in-law points, which were few and far between.
When he was assured of the house's success, he found himself thinking about Alex. He'd thought of her from time to time, usually when he saw a girl who reminded him of her. More than anything he wondered if she'd ditched her boyfriend yet. Jimmy had no idea why, but he had been touched by her. Something in her voice, something in her expression that night. Particularly in contrast with how she was in the toy store.
For his daughter's birthday, Angie asked him to go back and pick up some more furniture for the house. The night before he went, Jimmy had trouble falling asleep. Finally he left the bed and stretched out on the sofa watching a bad movie with no sound. On his own, he slowly dozed off.
In his dream, he lay in the back of the tired station wagon. With the sense of awe he ran his fingers over the satin covered breast of a petite blonde. He knew who she was, knew that the girl beside him was Alex. Her eyes were closed and her hand snaked down his body toward his crotch. Pushing her hand away gently, he eased her onto her back and replaced his fingers with his mouth. She arched and moaned, begging him to let her take her bra off.
He refused, teasing her through the fabric. Remembering how quickly her first experience had gone, he wanted to draw this out for her. He wanted to show her how very much more was possible. Only when she pulled painfully at his hair did he relent. She had the bra off in an instant and in the next was grabbing at his belt buckle. Laughing, he pushed her back again.
She squirmed and moaned, but didn't stop him from suckling her still forming breasts. He'd forgotten how sensitive a young woman's breast could be. As he nipped her lightly, eliciting a soft whimper, he said a wordless apology to every woman he'd been with before age twenty one. Now was his chance to make amends. While she whimpered, he got her pants open and eased them down her hips.
He knew she was wet. He could smell it. He knew she wanted him. She'd been telling him in explicit detail what she wanted. Jimmy had to laugh at the limitations of her requests, but they were heartfelt. He silenced her with a kiss at the same moment he slid a finger into her. She might have gone quiet, but he moaned thickly at her heat and how astonishingly tight she was. He wondered briefly if she'd been with anyone but David, but pushed that away.
She had to break out of the kiss and push at him to convince him take his clothes off. Soon after that he made the same weak, grateful sound that David had. He watched her lips close over the head of his cock and she sucked him in slowly. She obviously enjoyed the act because he had to pull at her hair to get her to stop. Only when he reminded her gruffly that he didn't recover as quickly as a boy her age did she release him.
Rather than put her on her back and enter her that way, he slid down so he was flat on his. He pulled her onto his chest, kissing her so thoroughly that when he guided her hips into place, she was gasping for breath. Sliding into her heat almost undid him and he had to pull her into another kiss to give him something else to focus on. The last thing he wanted to do was come too quickly.
She moved first, rocking against him with remarkable control. With her hands flat on his chest, she stayed in the kiss while they moved together. As their movements became more frenzied, she broke out of the kiss to be more vocal. He brushed her hair back from her face so he could see her eyes in the dim light of the parking lot. Unlike the resignation that had been in her eyes before, now they shown with desire and a kind of pride. She knew he felt as good as she did, that together they were working to make it even better with each stroke.
He held out until she came, his eyes rolling back in his head when her pussy clenched and pulled at him. Managing, barely, to thrust through her spasms and cries, when she was done he rolled her onto her back and kissed her tenderly. He didn't start moving until he knew her attention was fully on him. She watched him in fascination as he worked to control himself so he could help her reach another climax. Only when she shuddered and moaned under him did he give in completely, thrusting hard until he spent deep inside her.
Jimmy woke with a wild jerk, dropping the remote and reaching for the girl who wasn't there. He looked around, unable to figure out why she wasn't, until his eyes lit on the huge doll house in the corner. Realizing he'd been dreaming, he groaned thickly and sank onto the couch. It took him another moment to realize his boxers were damp. Rubbing his eyes, he flushed in embarrassment.
He was entirely too old for wet dreams.
The next day, he dressed with care. He had no idea why. Not only would she likely not be at the toy store, she had no reason to think twice about what he wore. He was just some old guy she'd sold something to. The only reason she might remember him was because of her affection for the house. He did bring a couple photos of his daughter playing with it. She'd like seeing that, he thought.
She wasn't there and he bought way too much to salve his disappointment, feeling like a total fool. Just before he left he asked casually if she still worked there. Upon finding out she did, he pulled one of the photos out and wrote her a quick note on the back. All he let himself say was that his daughter loved it and thanks for the suggestion.
Back in his car he cursed himself. He had a crush on a sixteen year old stranger. What an idiot. As he pulled out of his parking spot, he promised himself he would get a sitter for the baby and take Angie out to dinner that night. That's what he needed.
He sighed deeply and headed home.
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