Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“I will not do that.” It was no good making a promise I didn’t intend to keep.
“Whatever. When you’ve recovered, let’s take a trip, okay? Send me to one of your sex resorts so I can get laid,” Scott suggested. “Okay, going now. Bye.”
“Bye.” I hit the button. Maybe I could use a trip, myself. Not to one of the public Ascend properties. I needed to go to Red.
And there was only one person I wanted to take there.
* * * *
(Charlotte)
Matt video called me a few hours after our initial conversation. This time, when I answered, he was naked.
Well, I assumed he was naked. I could only see him from the shoulders up. “Are you naked or just shirtless and I’m horny?”
“I’m shirtless, so I guess it’s my lucky day.” He chuckled and adjusted himself on the pillows he reclined on. “I talked to Scott. He knows about us.”
“Us?” We hadn’t agreed to any such terminology.
“Oh please, don’t get all guy-in-a-sitcom about it. It’s a word. It’s an accurate description.” His jaw clenched in obvious annoyance. “Expect a call from him, if you haven’t gotten one.”
“We’ve already discussed things. More than once.” And we’d made very little headway toward a resolution. “He doesn’t get a say in what two consenting adults do over the internet.”
“What if someday it’s not over the internet?” Matt asked.
The memory of having him in the flesh, in my flesh, tightened my nipples and sent flutters to my clit. “I think the two consenting adults thing still applies.”
“I’m not joking. Come see me.” His tone was different now, more serious than I would have liked. “Think it over, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll think about it. But you know. Job.” Of course, I’d quit jobs for flimsier reasons than “I want to get laid.” I’d happened to find a place I liked working. “Also, you should come visit me. We have legal weed.”
“Noted. Now, about those panties… which ones did you choose?” he asked as I moved to lock my front door and close the blinds.
I tilted the phone downwards and lifted my skirt to give him a quick peek at the panties I wasn’t wearing. “I was waiting to resume our consultation.”
He audibly sucked in a breath, and I tilted the screen back up to my face.
“Have you been running around like that all day?”
I shook my head. “Just around the house. I spent a lovely, lazy day without any panties on. I could reach down any time I wanted…”
He raised an eyebrow. “Did you?”
“I did,” I admitted. “But I didn’t come. I was waiting for you.”
“Then I’m glad I called.”
“Me, too. Because I need to come so bad.” It wasn’t a flirty lie. It felt like ages since we’d done anything more than trade sexually charged banter via text.
“If you want to come, you have to follow instructions,” he warned.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.” And I would. In a heartbeat. I’d made a bargain with myself that I wouldn’t let myself have an orgasm until he called me back, but that if he didn’t call by seven, my time, I would go ahead without him.
It was five now, and I’d been edging all day.
“Let’s see that drawer again.”
I went to my underwear drawer and showed him the wares.
“The pink ones there… I think there’s a bow on them?” he said, pointing to the screen as if I would be able to determine the direction.
I found the pair he was talking about. “There is a bow. Sharp eyes.”
“When the subject is interesting enough. Are those cotton?”
“They are.” I flipped the camera back around. “What is it with men and cotton panties. It’s so gross and infantilizing.”
“It has nothing to do with infantilizing you. I want you to wear them because I want to see the wet spot on them when you’re fingering yourself for me.” He said it so confidently, like there was no reason in the world that it wouldn’t happen.
And he was sort of right. A meteor would have to strike my house to interrupt this.
I propped the phone on the open drawer and peeled my skirt slowly up my thighs.
“Can I screen record this?” he asked.
If he were anyone else, I would have said “hell, no.” But he wasn’t going to use revenge porn against me. “Sure. But it’s only for you.”
He nodded vigorously. “Of course. I would never show it to anyone else without your permission. Like I assume you would never show anyone video of me without my permission.”
“Ooh, am I going to get video of you?” I would fully enjoy a clip of him jerking off. I shivered at the memory of watching him in the shower. The way the veins in his arm stood out…
I stepped into my panties and leaned down to pull them up, giving my hips a little wiggle. “How’s the view?”