were close, the three of us. I try to live the way she taught me to, to honor her memory.”
“What did she teach you?”
“To be honest and work with integrity. To be proud of myself and forgive others when they hurt me.” She gives an awkward laugh. “I think I’m over sharing. I tend to do that. I talk a lot when I’m keyed up.” She pauses. “Hold on a sec, okay? My brother’s calling for me. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m intruding on your evening.” I shift in my chair to settle in more comfortably.
“You absolutely are not. I’m glad to talk to you.” She gives another self-conscious chuckle. “And there’s that over sharing again. Okay, be right back.” I hear the sound of the phone being put down and words spoken in the background.
The genuine admission from her does something funny to my heart. She really is glad to talk to me; I one hundred percent believe that. A warm glow settles over me at the thought, only matched by the glow of contentment I feel at talking to her too.
The sex between us is dynamic; that much is sure. I can still feel her body against mine and it makes me hungry all over again to take her. But something else is happening here too, something I’m not sure I’m prepared for.
The thought makes me all the more determined to redouble my efforts at keeping this just sex. Her life is complicated right now, and so is mine. This might be a great way for us to find pleasure in each other, but I can’t let it become more than that. Too much is on the line.
I will stick to the parameters I set, because I need them now more than ever.
“You here?” she asks.
“I am.” I add, “Just thinking about how much I want to hear you orgasm over the phone line. Go to your bedroom right now and lock the door, Emme.”
When she gives a breathy “okay” in response to my blunt words, I smile and push aside all other thoughts to focus on the here and now.
Six
Emme
“ O h my God , this was super helpful,” I declare on Thursday night as I close my massive textbook. “McDoogle can suck it, because I’m so ready for our quiz tomorrow.” My eyeballs hurt from staring at the book for so long, and I scrub my hands over my face. “And now I just want to go home and sleep for twelve years. My brain aches.”
Sidney laughs. “Mine too. I don’t want to think again, ever. I’m going to go home and lie on the couch in a puddle of my own drool.”
“That sounds like a plan.” I gather my stuff up and stretch hard, glancing around. The library on campus is still pretty busy with a number of students hunched over the tables, despite it being so late in the evening. I left work today and hustled right over to take my class, then stay for extra studying time with Sidney.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been tired all day from staying up far too late into the evening last night with Dane. We had slow, delicious foreplay for a good hour that led to intense phone sex, me masturbating and crying out in pleasure as I came for him. While we came down off that high, we talked for a little while longer about this and that, just random topics that flitted into our heads.
I’m exhausted, but it was so worth it. The looks we exchanged at work today were almost flammable. Thankfully no one seems to notice what’s happening, but I’m going to have to be more careful, since I know I wear my heart on my sleeve. I’m not great at hiding my emotions. And boy, does he bring them out of me.
I don my winter gear and head to my car. Gonna be an early night for me. I shoot Robert a text letting him know I’m on my way home, then sit in my car for a few minutes to let it warm up. It’s especially cold tonight, a chilly wind battering the car.
Gonna be a long, hard winter.
Speaking of long and hard…my face breaks out into a smile. I have to stop thinking about him so much.
I get home a little while later and key the door. It’s dark inside the apartment. “Robert?” I call out as
“What did she teach you?”
“To be honest and work with integrity. To be proud of myself and forgive others when they hurt me.” She gives an awkward laugh. “I think I’m over sharing. I tend to do that. I talk a lot when I’m keyed up.” She pauses. “Hold on a sec, okay? My brother’s calling for me. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m intruding on your evening.” I shift in my chair to settle in more comfortably.
“You absolutely are not. I’m glad to talk to you.” She gives another self-conscious chuckle. “And there’s that over sharing again. Okay, be right back.” I hear the sound of the phone being put down and words spoken in the background.
The genuine admission from her does something funny to my heart. She really is glad to talk to me; I one hundred percent believe that. A warm glow settles over me at the thought, only matched by the glow of contentment I feel at talking to her too.
The sex between us is dynamic; that much is sure. I can still feel her body against mine and it makes me hungry all over again to take her. But something else is happening here too, something I’m not sure I’m prepared for.
The thought makes me all the more determined to redouble my efforts at keeping this just sex. Her life is complicated right now, and so is mine. This might be a great way for us to find pleasure in each other, but I can’t let it become more than that. Too much is on the line.
I will stick to the parameters I set, because I need them now more than ever.
“You here?” she asks.
“I am.” I add, “Just thinking about how much I want to hear you orgasm over the phone line. Go to your bedroom right now and lock the door, Emme.”
When she gives a breathy “okay” in response to my blunt words, I smile and push aside all other thoughts to focus on the here and now.
Six
Emme
“ O h my God , this was super helpful,” I declare on Thursday night as I close my massive textbook. “McDoogle can suck it, because I’m so ready for our quiz tomorrow.” My eyeballs hurt from staring at the book for so long, and I scrub my hands over my face. “And now I just want to go home and sleep for twelve years. My brain aches.”
Sidney laughs. “Mine too. I don’t want to think again, ever. I’m going to go home and lie on the couch in a puddle of my own drool.”
“That sounds like a plan.” I gather my stuff up and stretch hard, glancing around. The library on campus is still pretty busy with a number of students hunched over the tables, despite it being so late in the evening. I left work today and hustled right over to take my class, then stay for extra studying time with Sidney.
It doesn’t help that I’ve been tired all day from staying up far too late into the evening last night with Dane. We had slow, delicious foreplay for a good hour that led to intense phone sex, me masturbating and crying out in pleasure as I came for him. While we came down off that high, we talked for a little while longer about this and that, just random topics that flitted into our heads.
I’m exhausted, but it was so worth it. The looks we exchanged at work today were almost flammable. Thankfully no one seems to notice what’s happening, but I’m going to have to be more careful, since I know I wear my heart on my sleeve. I’m not great at hiding my emotions. And boy, does he bring them out of me.
I don my winter gear and head to my car. Gonna be an early night for me. I shoot Robert a text letting him know I’m on my way home, then sit in my car for a few minutes to let it warm up. It’s especially cold tonight, a chilly wind battering the car.
Gonna be a long, hard winter.
Speaking of long and hard…my face breaks out into a smile. I have to stop thinking about him so much.
I get home a little while later and key the door. It’s dark inside the apartment. “Robert?” I call out as
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