Chapter 4 The Golden Girl

I turned to her and asked, "How does it feel?" She pushed her curly hair aside to look at me, and that familiar smile of hers lit up the room.

"With the right man, he'll be gentle, and you'll only feel a slight discomfort before you start enjoying every moment. A thicker cock is usually better. If I could have given Kyle some lessons, I'd have recommended going from slow to fast," she explained, unapologetically sharing her thoughts.

You're an author, for heaven's sake, show some restraint!" I playfully chided her, and we both shared a good laugh.

"I know. And hey..." She placed her hand on my lower abdomen, and I shivered from the cold touch. "...when you're in the moment, put your hand here. If it feels like this area is being filled up, then you'll know you've got the right man."

"The right man?" I questioned.

"Yes. A well-endowed man is quite a defining factor," she proclaimed, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Alright, alright, enough of the talk. Let's get ready!" I insisted.

"But there's one more thing–" she tried to continue, but I was already getting up.

"No more tips!" I interrupted her firmly.

"You'll need these, trust me," she persisted.

"Fine, I'll try to remember, but no promises," I replied.

"You really should! When he's making love to you, make sure to maintain eye contact, moan sensually as you look at him. It'll ignite his masculine instincts, and he'll end up delivering intense, satisfying strokes," she advised with a sly grin.

"God, you're making me blush," I admitted.

"The more intense the strokes, the better your chances of reaching orgasm. And trust me, orgasm is pure bliss. Damn, I wish I had my toy right now, I miss the sensation," she lamented.

I stood with my hands on my hips, trying to hold back my laughter, and my cheeks were undoubtedly reddened by the explicit conversation with my naughty friend who was now moaning on the bed while pleasuring herself.

I shook my head, then leaned down and playfully slapped her inner thigh, causing her moans to intensify.

"Get up, you horny girl! I'm not here to watch you pleasure yourself with a vibrator," I chided playfully as I pulled her to her feet. We both shared a laugh as we prepared to get down to business.

I walked over to the window and drew back the curtains, allowing more light to flood the room. Opening the window, I smiled at the pleasant weather, which was a stark contrast to the turmoil at my own home, where windows and glass were being shattered.

I pushed those troubling thoughts aside. Today was all about focusing on my special day with my boyfriend.

My gaze wandered for a moment to take in the view of Helen's neighborhood. Directly across from their house was a beautiful vineyard, owned by her father, who was the proprietor of a wine company.

Had it not been for the impending date, I might have considered taking a leisurely walk in the yard. A fleeting smile crossed my face, but I quickly refocused my thoughts on the task at hand.

As I was about to step away from the window, my attention was suddenly drawn to a car parked outside Helen's house. It was the same car that had brought me to her place earlier. I hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now that it remained in place, I couldn't help but notice it more distinctly.

It wasn't a taxi as I had assumed; instead, it was a sleek black Mustang sedan. A sense of unease washed over me, and my nerves tensed.

I contemplated going down to the car to inquire about its presence, but before I could make a decision, my phone buzzed in my pants pocket.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and saw that there was an incoming call from an unknown number. I couldn't pinpoint why I suddenly felt a sense of panic as if something unusual was unfolding, but I decided to answer the call.

"Hello?" I said cautiously.

The voice on the other end was deep and composed. "Not to alarm you, Miss Campbell, but I've been assigned as your ride for the day by your boyfriend."

I was taken aback by the unexpected revelation. "Who is this?"

A moment of silence followed before I probed further. "Are you already in the car?"

"Yes," he responded. "I thought waiting here might be unsettling, so I thought it best to be upfront about it."

My heart eased, reminded once again of all the thoughtful things Kyle did for me, which were a big part of why I cherished him so deeply.

"In that case, thank you for informing me," I replied, stepping away from the window and returning to the bed where Helen sat. She seemed to be studying a wrapped gift box intently, a quizzical expression on my face as I joined her. I only noticed Britney leaving the room when the door closed behind her.

Before I hung up the phone, the mysterious gentleman added, "One more thing, Miss Campbell."

I paused, waiting for his next words.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"To keep the surprise intact, please don't let Kyle in on the fact that I informed you about this arrangement. He intended it to be a secret," he advised.

I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Kyle's sweet gesture. "Don't worry," I assured the mysterious driver.

"Great. There's a letter with the gift, be sure to read it thoroughly," he emphasized.

Confusion washed over me, but the intrigue of the surprise was enough to keep me patient. "A letter? In the gift?"

Helen eagerly began to unwrap the box, and we both gazed in awe as she revealed its contents. Inside, there was a stunning golden dress that left us both breathless. It was so beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes. Setting my phone aside, I reached for the accompanying shoes. They were a pair of black heels with a touch of gold at the heel's hem.

"Oh my God!" Helen couldn't contain her excitement as she kissed one of the heels she was holding. I, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with joy, even though I tried to keep my composure. Pushing aside my friend's jubilant celebration, I retrieved the letter from the box and began to read it carefully.

The letter was a simple white note, and I recognized immediately that it was about to touch my heart. Helen had written to me before, and she was always a romantic soul. I cherished her handwritten letters, as they carried her heartfelt emotions.

With a growing smile, I eagerly unfolded the note, feeling my insides dancing with happiness. However, as I began to read what was written on it, my joyful expression shifted into one of confusion. It wasn't his handwriting.

He had never addressed me as "Miss Campbell" in his letters. Despite my confusion, I proceeded to read the contents.

"Miss Campbell,

I trust you will find the dress to your liking. It will complement perfectly with a golden bra and a golden thong. I might supply the thong later; for now, just wear the bra.

Golden girl."