expected her to run for the hills. She wasn’t lying when she said she has needs too. My heart is pumping so hard I can hear it in my ears.
This tells me a few things. Mary definitely feels the same way I do about her. Well, she might not be in love with me, yet, but the same connection is there. She also needs me just as bad as I need her, physically. The fact she forgave me so easily just solidifies what I already thought.
“Reach down and slide your pants halfway down your thighs.”
There’s a light rustling on the phone. Fuck me, she’s doing it.
“Okay done. What are you doing right now?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“I have a hand on my cock, working it up and down.”
“Is it hard?”
I smile at her question. She doesn’t ask it in a super sexy way, more like a curious, scientific way.
“I don’t know if he’s ever been this hard before.”
“What do you want me to do next?”
“Take a hand and slide it down your stomach.”
“Okay.”
“Slowly, put it between your legs and touch yourself.”
I can hear her breathing into the phone mic and my cock aches so goddamn bad, I think I might come just at the sound of it. I can’t stop picturing her, there in her apartment, pants around her thighs, playing with herself. I want to be there so damn bad, just take over, and make her come repeatedly on my face.
“Are you doing it?” I ask.
“Mmhmm.” This time, when she half-moans as she speaks, it absolutely sounds sexy as fuck.
I groan a little, and my hand comes up from my cock, and I bite my knuckle to keep from growling into the phone. Every animalistic instinct in my body takes over.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“Hot and wet,” she says, through a few labored breaths.
Fuck me.
I start to say something else, but there’s a shriek and I hear the phone hit the floor.
“Mary! You okay?” What the fuck? Did someone just walk in on her? They better not be fucking looking at her.
There’s rustling on the other end, then nothing but laughter.
I half-laugh, nervously, as I hear her voice return to the line.
“You okay?”
She’s damn near hyperventilating and it’s so damn cute, and at the same time I’m so worked up I might come unglued if I don’t bust a fucking nut soon.
“Y-yes,” she finally manages to laugh out the words.
“What the hell was that?”
She finally takes a few breaths, composes herself, and says, “My mom sent me a text, right when I was, well, you know?”
I burst into a laugh myself, knowing what’s coming.
“I kind of shrieked, I think, because her name popped up on the phone, and I thought it might be a Face-Time call as I was doing, well… Okay, back up, I had you propped up on speaker phone, so I could have two free hands, and saw her name, stumbled around, rolled over, smacked the phone across the room, and fell off my bed. Okay, I’m thoroughly embarrassed now.”
I shake my head, imagining how pink her face must be. “We’re something else, aren’t we?”
I can practically see her grin in the way she responds. “Yes, we sure are.”
As bad as I want to pick up where we left off, I don’t want to keep her if she needs to call her mom. “Do you need to call her back?”
“Yeah, pretty soon. She might worry.”
“Okay.” There’s an awkward silence, like neither of us knows what to say. “Mary?”
“Yeah?”
“Thursday night. Another real date. It’s happening, okay?”
“Okay. But, Rick?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m putting myself out there, which is something I don’t normally do. In fact, it’s frightening. And if what happened last time…”
“It won’t,” I say with all the finality I can conjure.
“Okay.”
Without thinking, I say, “Listen up, Mary. I’m going to kiss you so hard you feel it in your toes.”
Finally, I fucking deliver a half-decent line.
I can practically feel her blushing right now. I don’t know how to describe it other than it’s akin to being on top of the world, conquering Mount Everest or finishing an Iron Man competition.
She pauses for a few long seconds. “Rick?”
“Yeah?” I don’t know what just happened, but her voice just changed. I can sense the apprehension in it. The hell is going on? “What’s up?”
“No, never mind. It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that. You can tell me anything.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Mary, tell me.” Now I have to fucking know. You can’t drop shit like that on me then be like,