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then Monterey.
“Yes. And luckily enough, Stella came and picked me up at the airport, so I didn’t have to catch a ride home with a crazy Uber driver,” she explains.
“Wait a minute, you were going to take an Uber home this late at night?” I don’t like the sounds of that. Too many scary stories about freaky drivers on the internet.
“My flight was so late, I figured I didn’t have a choice. But Stella came through,” she says.
“Thank God for that,” I mutter.
“Worried for my safety?”
“Always,” I answer quickly.
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” She hesitates for only a moment before she says, “I had a really good time this weekend.”
“Me too.”
“My thighs are sore,” she admits.
I chuckle. “Guessing your pussy is too.”
“Mitch,” she chastises. “You can’t just—say things like that.”
“What do you mean? I say things like that all the damn time.” It’s true. I talk crude to her and while she puts on a bit of a to-do over it sometimes, I think secretly, she likes what I say.
“I know, but not over the phone.”
“Get used to it, baby. This is how we’ll have to communicate when we’re not actually together.” I smile when an idea strikes me. “Maybe we could FaceTime each other naked tomorrow night.”
“Whaaat?” Ha, I scandalized her.
“Yeah. I’ll call you and we can give each other a full body scan and show off our best parts. In fact.” I find myself warming up to this idea. “Maybe I could watch you touch yourself, and you can watch me touch myself, and we can get each other off. I wonder, do other people do that? Have FaceTime sex?”
She’s quiet for a moment. Long enough that I thought I lost her. “I have no idea,” she finally says.
“You want to do it?”
“Um…”
“Just say yes. You know by tomorrow night you’ll be dying to see my giant cock,” I tease her.
“Mitch.” She gasps. “You shouldn’t talk like that. It’s—shocking to hear.”
“Like I said, get used to it. This is what you do to me.” I lower my voice. “I miss having you lying next to me.”
“I miss you too,” she says on a sigh.
“We need to figure out when you can come back and see me.”
“It might be a while. Plane tickets aren’t cheap,” she protests.
“I’ll buy your ticket. I’ve got money.” Loads of it.
“I couldn’t do that…”
“You will. Don’t protest. Two weeks. What do you think?”
“I’ll have to come on a Sunday then. Saturday is my busiest day of the week and I can’t miss it. I’ve already missed too many this summer. Like this one, and the one a couple of weeks ago when we had Caroline’s bridal shower. And I’ll miss one next week too, when Caroline gets married,” she explains.
“The day doesn’t matter. I just need you here soon,” I tell her.
“We’ll make plans.” I can hear her yawn. “But I need to go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow for sure. Good night, Eleanor.”
“Good night.”
“Sweet dreams,” I murmur.
I can tell she’s smiling. “Same to you.”
“I’ll be dreaming of your sweet pussy, so that’s guaranteed.”
She bursts out laughing. “Good night, Mitch.” She ends the call.
I fall asleep smiling.
Twenty-Two
Eleanor
I’m sweeping up hair off the floor while I’m between clients when Kelsey comes bursting into the salon, a frazzled expression on her gorgeous face. She always seems to do this, and when she does, she’s usually bringing bad news with her.
Warily, I stop what I’m doing and wait for her to say something.
“What’s your new boyfriend’s name again?” she asks.
“Um, Mitch?”
“Mitch what? What’s his full name?” She sounds very impatient.
Just hearing his name makes me feel hot inside. We’ve been talking and FaceTiming non-stop since I returned home. We’ve even naked FaceTimed, and it’s been pretty—enjoyable. He watched me touch myself, saying such encouraging, dirty words I couldn’t help but come. He liked that.
A lot.
I had a difficult time saying dirty words to him—it’s not in my wheelhouse like it is his—but I watched him jerk off, and wow, he was so rough with that thing. I thought he might yank it right off his body.
Men can be a little weird sometimes. But I really, really care about this one, and I can be weird too, so maybe we’re a perfect match.
I wish he would come with me to Caroline’s wedding. I asked him if he could, and he apologized profusely, saying he had a big work thing that he couldn’t get out of.
I told him I understood, but honestly, I was so disappointed. I want to show