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Subject: {ASSM} A Paddle for Becky (M/F, Rom)(No serious squicks, I promise.)
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A Paddle for Becky (M/F, Rom)(No serious squicks, I promise.)
I looked at Becky with a quizzical look on my face, "A paddle?"
"Yeah. My old one is getting worn out and I need a new one."
she replied, "If you get me one for my birthday I'll make it a
special night for you."
"Ok, so where do I get one? I can't just run down to WallyWorld."
"There's a shop at The Square, right in front of Buster's. You
can't miss it."
I walked in to the shop not knowing what to expect. Honest to
God I've never been in one of these places before. I walked over
to a display containing what looked like hundreds of paddles.
Some were short, some were long and they were all of various
widths. I looked around lost, then walked up to a young woman
straightening some vinyl garments.
"Um, excuse me Miss could you help me?" I asked nervously.
"Sure handsome. What are you looking for?"
I knew I had picked the right person for my task. The girl was
wearing a black t-shirt that read 'Paddling Get's Me Wet' in
bright red letters.
"Uh, my girlfriend wants a new paddle for her birthday. I'm not
sure what kind to get her. There's so many to choose from."
"Well let's see what I can do for you. If nothing else we have
gift certificates available or she can return the one you get
and exchange it for a different one." she replied, "Now what
kind of paddling does your girlfriend like to do?"
We talked about what Becky was into, the different kinds of
paddles, what size Becky would be most comfortable using. Did
you know that in addition to the old fashioned wooden ones that
they have them in plastic and even space age carbon fiber? While
we talked the girl demonstrated the proper positioning to get
the most force out of the paddle. She even offered to sign me up
for a class, explaining that they held at least one class every
weekend. I declined explaining that Becky offered to teach me on
her own.
I ended up buying Becky a laminated oak and maple paddle. It's
wide head smacking soundly into the palm of my hand as I walked
up the front steps of our house. Becky was still at work and I
took the opportunity to wrap the paddle in some tissue and lots
of fancy wrapping paper. My attempt to disguise the parcel was a
total failure. I hid her gift behind the sofa and went into the
kitchen to fix Becky her birthday dinner. Becky loves my
southern fried chicken with cream gravy and garlic mashed
potatoes.
After dinner I led Becky into the livingroom for desert, a nice
chocolate cake with two candles on it. My explanation that they
each represented one decade of her life got me a big wet kiss.
After the cake I pulled the gift from behind the sofa. Becky
opened it slowly, her hands running over the highly polished
wood. Setting the paddle aside she shoved me back on the sofa,
planting kisses all over my face, her hands sliding down to the
buttons on my jeans.
I woke somewhat stiff from the exertions of the night. Becky
was shaking my shoulder, teasing me for being the lazy dog we
both know I am.
"Come on Brad get up." she said, "I wanna try out my new paddle."
"Can't we do it later honey?" I asked, knowing that the answer
would be no and she would only pout all day if I didn't give in.
"No, let's go. I'll pack a picnic lunch while you shower. That
lake up Highway Four will be perfect for a picnic and we can
even make love on one of the secluded beaches, after I try out
my new toy." she whispered sexilly in my ear.
"So here we are. What did your woman do to get you out here so
early on a Saturday morning?" I asked the old man sitting on the
bench next to me, as we waited for our respective partner to come
out of the bathroom.
"Oh, I was the one that brought her out here. I love to canoe
in the quiet morning." he replied, "Is that a new paddle your
girl was holding so lovingly?"
"Yeah. I got it for her birthday."
"How sweet, I love the feel of a wooden paddle as it slices
though the water." he replied.
I just smiled, wondering if Becky was still serious about
making love on a beach. There were five other canoes getting
ready to go out.
The End
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