THE BIRDS AND THE BEES
Giselle Renarde

Where are you going with that thing?”

Becky jumped out of her sandals. “Jesus Christ, Walker! Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?”

He watched from across the room, grinning as she leaned against the balcony door. “Planning to put on a show for the neighborhood?”

“Who, me? No.” Her heart fluttered as she tightened her grip on the vibrator. “No, it’s really stupid. You’re gonna laugh.”

Walker crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Try me.”

“Come on, then.” She slipped her sandals back on her feet and opened the screen door.

Last week’s heat wave had broken, and a lovely breeze cut through the summer’s warmth. Sunshine danced across Becky’s bare arms and legs as she held her battery-powered vibe against her chest.

Walker teased her herbs with his fingers, like he was petting a cat. “So this is what you get up to when say you’re out here gardening.”

“No!” She giggled, backing up past the patio table, until the tomato plants tickled her legs. Lowering her voice, she said, “I didn’t bring the vibe out here to use on me. It’s for the tomatoes, I swear!”

“Is that right?” Walker raised an eyebrow, like he didn’t believe her. Well, of course he didn’t believe her. If she didn’t know it was the truth, she wouldn’t have believed herself.

“I’m serious. Look at these tomato plants.”

He nodded, mock sympathetically. “Yeah, they look like they could use a good fuck.”

“Stop laughing at me!” But she was laughing at herself, so who was she to judge? “Listen, we’ve got these big-ass tomato plants with these pretty yellow blossoms, but what happens? The blossoms wither and die and fall off. No tomatoes. Big, beautiful plants and not a single fruit.”

“Vegetable.”

“Fruit,” she said. “The tomato is the fruit of a vegetable plant.”

“Okay, Dr. Know-It-All.” He grabbed the vibe from her hand and hid it behind his back. “So tell me what the dildo’s for.”

Her cheeks felt hot, and it wasn’t just the sun. “Well, I read online that tomato blossoms need bees to land on them. The buzzing helps with pollination, somehow.”

“So you thought you’d come out here and help Mother Nature along?”

Walker slid the vibe out from behind his back, holding it by the base. It was pretty sexy, watching a big strong man grip a dildo like that. When he started whacking it against his palm, the way he would with a crop or a switch or a wooden spoon, Becky got shivers.

“I want fresh tomatoes,” she said. “Don’t you?”

“Tomatoes I can take or leave.” Grabbing her hips, he spun her around. When his forearm found the base of her ribs, he pulled her so close the curve of her ass filled the saddle of his hips. “It’s you I’m more interested in.”

“Walker!” She struggled halfheartedly. “What are you doing? Anyone could look up and see us.”

“See what?” His breath fell hot on her ear. “See a man taking a woman in his arms? Or see a damsel struggling against a villain?”

He was right. She’d attract more attention wiggling around than she would standing still.

“Anyway,” he went on, “who’s really gonna see us, up this high?”

“Neighbors could, if they came out on their balconies.”

“Not with all your grapevines growing up the trellis. Who’s gonna see through that?” Holding the vibrator in front of her with the cock end facing down, he said, “Turn me on.”

“What are you doing? Put that away.” She pressed on his wrist, but he was too strong. “Come on. You’ll get us arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Exposure? What’s exposed? We’re both fully dressed.”

“Yeah, but…but…” She tried to steal the dildo from his hand, but he maintained such a tight grip that it wouldn’t budge. She pushed on his arm with both hands, writhing against the one that held her in place. No luck. Stuck.

“Somebody’s getting a little too fidgety for my liking. Open

up.”

Becky did as she was told, opening her mouth without knowing what he planned to do.

She should have known he’d cram the fake cock between her lips, sideways, and say, “Here, hold this for a second.”

Biting into the vibrator’s rubbery plastic casing, she kept its shaft between her lips while Walker rifled through her bag of gardening implements—gloves, trowels, old nylons for tying tomato plants to their stakes.

“What, no twine?” he asked.

She whimpered because—ouch! Twine would dig into her tender flesh, cutting her wrists to bits. And it was in there, too, hanging right out the front pocket.

But Walker was only teasing, getting her heart rate up, giving her something to panic about. Lifting a pair of nylons from the bag, he said, “I guess these’ll have to do.”

God, Becky hoped nobody could see her like this, standing on the balcony with a dildo between her teeth while a beastly man tied her hands behind her back.

“That’s more like it.” He stole the vibrator from her mouth and used it to spank her thigh. Saliva from her tongue smacked her bare skin, accentuating the ruthless clout. Not that it hurt. It didn’t, not really, but it spoke of things to come.

Digging his fingers into her shoulder, he said, “I love the way your chest sticks out when I bind you up like this. You must be so turned on—look how hard your tits are.”

Reaching under the fabric of her airy sundress, he found her braless breasts and squeezed.

“Oh god.” Becky’s knees buckled. If it wasn’t for Walker’s big hand on her chest, she’d have fallen right over. “Please…”

“Please what?” Walker asked, in a way that sounded exceedingly self-satisfied.

“Please,” she said, “turn on the vibe.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra—never did, at home in the summertime—but she was wearing panties. Could Walker find his way beyond them? There wasn’t much she could do, with her hands tied behind her back.

“How high should I set it?” Hooking his chin over her shoulder, he held the vibe with one hand, wrapping his fist around the shaft. No fear. With the other hand, he turned the base, bringing it to life. “Low, maybe?”

She watched as the familiar cock fell between her thighs, over her sundress. He didn’t even try to go underneath, just pressed the dildo against her mound, stroking slowly, lifting the fabric until the short skirt revealed even more flesh.

Becky’s heart raced, more from her feeling of exposure than from the actual vibrations. In fact, with the setting on low, she could barely feel it. She looked in every direction, up through the wide-leafed vines at the neighbors’ empty balconies, and then down to the street where cars drove by and pedestrians carried grocery bags down the sidewalk. All that life, and nobody looked up. Nobody noticed that she’d been bound, or that Walker was holding a dildo between her legs.

His chin remained hooked over her shoulder, his face so close that his stubble pricked her cheek. That was such a great sensation, getting stabbed by facial hair. Made her feel raw, frenzied, swollen. Her clit throbbed inside a prison of cotton. If only Walker would catch the elastic waistband with his thumbs and push them down to her knees. She wanted to feel the vibe closer to her flesh.

“Please,” Becky whispered, afraid the neighbors might hear. “Could you turn it up to medium?”

“Medium?” Walker whacked her cunt with the vibe. Her clit really must have become distended in that short time, because she felt the dildo slap like a bolt of lightning down her thighs. “Low’s not good enough, huh?”

“No,” she moaned.

“You want more?”

“Yes…”

“I can’t hear you.” He traced the vibe across her lips, and a gush of saliva flooded her tongue. “Speak up.”

“I want more,” she said with conviction. “Turn it up.”

Walker rolled the base to its next setting, and the buzzing got louder, higher in pitch. He traced the vibe down her neck as she kept an eagle eye on the adjacent balconies. If one of the neighbors stepped outside, she’d flip. Where could she hide?

“Relax,” Walker said, right in her ear. “We’ll never get you off until you calm yourself down.”

“Ohhh…”

The dildo teased her tits, drawing them into tighter buds as he moved from one to the other. There was a definite difference between low and medium.

“Between my legs,” Becky said. “Please?”

“Where?” He traced the buzzing cock down her belly.

“Between my legs.” She swallowed desperately. “Do my clit.”

“Your clit?” he asked, so loudly she cringed in his arms.

“Please stop teasing me.” She would have taken matters into her own hands if she had access to them. “Just do it.”

“Do this?” He launched the dildo between her slightly open legs, slapping her cunt with the thing and then holding it there. “Close your eyes.”

“No.”

“Do it.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

Becky took a deep breath, barely feeling the buzz against her pussy. This was a show of trust. She had to trust that he’d play lookout even as he toyed with her clit. Could she trust him that much?

Nothing had changed since they’d come out here. No neighbors on their balconies. No drivers or pedestrians looking up. She was safe in Walker’s care. She closed her eyes.

All at once, vibrations soared through her, sparkling in her veins like soda water. The pulse centered in her clit, of course, but she felt it everywhere. “Oh my god.”

“Ride it,” Walker said, catching the dildo on her dress as he pressed it between her legs.

She straddled the vibe like a broomstick, rocking on it, feeling it buzz against her panties and her dress. Her cunt felt so enclosed under those layers. Her panties felt tighter by the moment, the elastic edges digging into her skin as she moved on the vibe.

“Tell me how good it feels.” Walker’s gritty voice was tinged with desperation now. “Come on. I want to hear how much you love it.”

Her clit throbbed within the confines of her compressed pussy lips. Her juices had nowhere to go—they were trapped within her folds, barely spilling out onto the crotch of her cotton underwear. Had these panties always been so tight?

“Turn it up,” she pleaded.

“Not until you tell me how much you love it.”

“Enough that I want to come, even though someone might hear. Enough that I’m not struggling anymore. I’m not fighting you. Doesn’t that say it all?”

“I suppose it does.”

Without pulling the cock out from between Becky’s locked thighs, Walker spun the dial, releasing the full rage of her vibrator’s prowess. It worked so hard it rattled, but its efforts paid off. Becky’s insides clenched as an inner buzz echoed the outer one. Her clit throbbed between her slick pussy lips. She rode the cock, but just barely. She was too afraid that any sudden movements would frighten her orgasm away. And now that she’d come so close, she really wanted to get off.

“Becky,” Walker whispered, “open your eyes. We’ve got company.”

Her heart nearly stopped as her lids flew open. Their company wasn’t human, though. The only prying eyes belonged to a sparrow nestled neatly on the trellis. Cocking its tiny head, it watched them curiously. Becky couldn’t stop smiling. It was so cute, so tiny and darling with its little brown beak and its gleaming gaze.

The raging dildo pounded a percussive beat against Becky’s mound, but she bit her lip to keep quiet. She could feel the buzz in her nipples, and when Walker pinched there, she felt it in her clit. Oh god, this was it. Her orgasm crashed like an ocean wave, nearly toppling her over. She didn’t want to scare the bird, but how could she possibly stay quiet?

“Walker…”

“Shh-shh-shh!”

“No, I can’t.” She folded in on herself, frightening the sparrow away but drawing Walker with her. His chest pressed against her back and her arms as they both went down.

With the dildo lodged between her thighs, Becky met the balcony’s base. As her knees found the unforgiving concrete, she remained locked in his full-bodied grip, coming hard, trying not to make a sound but whimpering and moaning—and laughing, when she thought about the sparrow that had wisely flown the coop.

“Enough,” she said, as pleasure spun into pain. “Too much. I can’t…I can’t…”

She couldn’t even speak, just pant and gasp and suck in the biggest breaths she could manage.

Walker tried to pull the dildo from between her locked thighs, but it stayed there, sticking up like a battery-powered erection. Holding her from behind, he spun the dial from high to medium to low to off.

They rested together as the summer sun painted the leafy garden a vibrant shade of green. All Becky could smell was that characteristic aroma of tomato plants, coupled with the musky odor of Walker’s skin. As they breathed together, he kissed her hair. They were quiet, but the city made noises: skateboards and buses and car horns and construction. Birds, but no bees.

“What now?” Becky asked as Walker pulled the vibrator from between her thighs.

Turning it on again, he pressed the head to one of the tomato plants’ tiny yellow blossoms. “We’ll start them out on low…”