Short breaths come from her throat as she fondles herself.
“God, you’re beautiful with your nipples, hard and drawn up. Pinch them like I do.”
“Umm.”
“That’s right babe. Shut your eyes and think about me.”
Fuck, I look down and my dick is standing at full attention. I need to see the rest of her.
“Sit the phone up on a pillow, spread your legs and work your clit.”
She does and I reach into my shorts working myself in long languid strokes. I’m going to cum from just watching her. “Work it faster.”
She does and I do too. She’s wet and glistening. Her fingers move faster and she arches her back. “Yes, yes,” she cries out.
“That’s it, babe. I want to lick you so fucking bad. Turn over on all fours with your ass in the air. I want to see you dripping when you come.”
“I… I…”
She turns over and I pump my hand furiously as she claims her orgasm proudly. Her juices spurt out and the rest leaks down her legs. When she gains her breath she grabs the phone. “Oh my God, I want to see you.”
So I hold the phone with one hand while I pump and tug and whisper how much she turns me on. For a moment I break from reality. My body goes rigid as I shout curse words loud enough for the whole floor to hear. Cum spews all over me and runs down my hands.
When I look up she’s sucking her fingers, tasting herself.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” she says looking away from the screen. Like it’s okay to have phone sex but not talk about it after. She’s quite the contradiction.
“When I get home, I’ll whisper nothing but dirty talk to you.”
“Promise?”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Go to my Granny’s birthday party with me.”
She stammers, “Uuuuh… that’s a big step. Your family doesn’t even know we’re… doing whatever we’re doing.”
“We’re dating.”
She takes a breath as she curls up under the sheet naked and sated. “I’ll think about it. Don’t forget to trust yourself tomorrow.”
“I’ll use the words and breathe.”
“Night.”
She hangs up before I can tell her that I’m all in. But maybe it’s better if I do it in person.
I sleep like a baby thinking of her purrs and her body. Her giving in to the feelings.
Game Day hits like a punch of ice and noise.
It’s a different stadium, but so cold in this town that my balls may freeze.
Different crowd.
Same pressure.