it. My ears were flaming. How can I let him know without actually saying it? “Like the Divinyls song.”
“Please, please tell me they are the one hit wonder I think they are and they don’t have some other hit I don’t know about that’s not I Touch Myself .”
I bit my lip. “Nope. Just that one song.”
I heard him swallow. “My heart is beating really fast,” he said.
“So’s mine.”
“I didn’t ask you to call me tonight so we could…you know. I just love talking to you.”
“I didn’t plan on saying anything I just did.”
“I’m glad you did. You’re not alone when it comes to that. You have the exact same effect on me.”
I hesitated then boldly asked, “Am I having that effect right now?”
“Yes.”
Deep breath. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
He paused. “Yes.”
I screamed silently into my fist.
“Do you want me to stop? I don’t mind.”
Did I? The wetness on my underwear said no. I shook my head then felt like an idiot because he couldn’t see me. “No,” I whispered.
I heard him exhale. “Where are you?” he asked.
“I’m on a couch in a house I frequent. I’m lying down across it.” I looked down at myself. I should describe what I’m wearing. That’s how this goes, I think. “I’m wearing a black t-shirt and jeans,” I added hastily.
“Quit wearing them,” he said with a smile in his voice.
That command sent my pulse into overdrive. I complied, wriggling out of my jeans and whipping off my shirt. The hurriedness mussed up my hair and nearly caused me to drop the phone. “Hello?” I asked breathlessly once I was done.
“I’m here.”
“Okay. I’m shirtless and jean-less.”
I could hear him groan softly. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You can’t see me.”
“Your voice is beautiful. The things you reveal to me are beautiful. I’m imagining your body on that couch. In the dark. Whispering to me on the phone with your hand in between your legs. It’s driving me crazy.”
I closed my eyes. My hand drifted to the area where he imagined it. The spot was already engorged and sensitive to the touch. My light rubbing caused a low moan to slip out.
“I love that sound,” he said.
My fingers moved a little faster.
He kept talking in a low voice. “I want to feel you. I want my lips on your body. I want to make that sound come out of you over and over again.”
Faster.
I clutched the phone, breathing heavily. My fingers were dripping wet. The need to touch him was so overwhelming, I tingled with it.
“I want you to know where I am,” I said in the heat of the moment.
I heard him go still. “What?”
My hand paused but my breathing was still rapid. I talked through it. “I want you to know where I am. Really am. I’m ready to break the rules.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t answer for so long, my eyebrows drew together and I sat up a little on the couch. “Hello?”
“I haven’t gone anywhere,” he said quietly.
“Did I say something wrong?”
My heart started pounding forcefully. Something was off. I pulled my underwear back up.
“No. Definitely not. You said something right. Something I’ve been waiting to hear for weeks.”
“Okaaay,” I drew out slowly, not understanding. What was wrong? Was he scared to meet me now that the possibility was real?
“I would love nothing more to see you. In person. But before you break your rules…I have to tell you something.”
“I’m listening,” I said suspiciously.
His sigh was long and hesitant. “Look. Before I say what I need to say, I just want you to know that these past couple of months have been absolutely amazing.”
“This sounds bad.”
“It doesn’t have to be. Jesus, I’m scared.” Another sigh. “Okay. The thing is…I’m a vamp.”
I couldn’t have heard that correctly. That’s not what he said. I looked around the room. Everything seemed gray in the washed out darkness. My eyes flicked to odd details. A tube of Chapstick
“Please, please tell me they are the one hit wonder I think they are and they don’t have some other hit I don’t know about that’s not I Touch Myself .”
I bit my lip. “Nope. Just that one song.”
I heard him swallow. “My heart is beating really fast,” he said.
“So’s mine.”
“I didn’t ask you to call me tonight so we could…you know. I just love talking to you.”
“I didn’t plan on saying anything I just did.”
“I’m glad you did. You’re not alone when it comes to that. You have the exact same effect on me.”
I hesitated then boldly asked, “Am I having that effect right now?”
“Yes.”
Deep breath. “Are you touching yourself right now?”
He paused. “Yes.”
I screamed silently into my fist.
“Do you want me to stop? I don’t mind.”
Did I? The wetness on my underwear said no. I shook my head then felt like an idiot because he couldn’t see me. “No,” I whispered.
I heard him exhale. “Where are you?” he asked.
“I’m on a couch in a house I frequent. I’m lying down across it.” I looked down at myself. I should describe what I’m wearing. That’s how this goes, I think. “I’m wearing a black t-shirt and jeans,” I added hastily.
“Quit wearing them,” he said with a smile in his voice.
That command sent my pulse into overdrive. I complied, wriggling out of my jeans and whipping off my shirt. The hurriedness mussed up my hair and nearly caused me to drop the phone. “Hello?” I asked breathlessly once I was done.
“I’m here.”
“Okay. I’m shirtless and jean-less.”
I could hear him groan softly. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You can’t see me.”
“Your voice is beautiful. The things you reveal to me are beautiful. I’m imagining your body on that couch. In the dark. Whispering to me on the phone with your hand in between your legs. It’s driving me crazy.”
I closed my eyes. My hand drifted to the area where he imagined it. The spot was already engorged and sensitive to the touch. My light rubbing caused a low moan to slip out.
“I love that sound,” he said.
My fingers moved a little faster.
He kept talking in a low voice. “I want to feel you. I want my lips on your body. I want to make that sound come out of you over and over again.”
Faster.
I clutched the phone, breathing heavily. My fingers were dripping wet. The need to touch him was so overwhelming, I tingled with it.
“I want you to know where I am,” I said in the heat of the moment.
I heard him go still. “What?”
My hand paused but my breathing was still rapid. I talked through it. “I want you to know where I am. Really am. I’m ready to break the rules.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t answer for so long, my eyebrows drew together and I sat up a little on the couch. “Hello?”
“I haven’t gone anywhere,” he said quietly.
“Did I say something wrong?”
My heart started pounding forcefully. Something was off. I pulled my underwear back up.
“No. Definitely not. You said something right. Something I’ve been waiting to hear for weeks.”
“Okaaay,” I drew out slowly, not understanding. What was wrong? Was he scared to meet me now that the possibility was real?
“I would love nothing more to see you. In person. But before you break your rules…I have to tell you something.”
“I’m listening,” I said suspiciously.
His sigh was long and hesitant. “Look. Before I say what I need to say, I just want you to know that these past couple of months have been absolutely amazing.”
“This sounds bad.”
“It doesn’t have to be. Jesus, I’m scared.” Another sigh. “Okay. The thing is…I’m a vamp.”
I couldn’t have heard that correctly. That’s not what he said. I looked around the room. Everything seemed gray in the washed out darkness. My eyes flicked to odd details. A tube of Chapstick
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