you—”
“How’d you take care of things?”
I take a deep breath and lower my voice. “I sat in my chair in front of my mirror and looked at my body. Then I dragged my finger down my chest and pulled my tank top down to my waist. When I looked at my nipples, they hardened like they do under your touch, your hand, your mouth. Fuck, I like watching your mouth on me.”
“ Mmmmm , more.” He moans and the sound of his hand quickening can be heard. My thighs involuntarily squeeze together and I cross my legs at the knees. “Tell me more.”
“I took my panties off and sat in the chair facing the mirror, then spread my legs apart so I could see everything. I thought about you and how much I missed you and your mouth, your face, and the dirty words you say when you fuck me.”
“Damn it. Fuck. Baby, I’m so close. Tell me you touched yourself. Tell me. Lie if you have to.”
“I took my finger and touched my—”
“ Aghhh! Mallory. ”
Through his groans of pleasure my body aches for the same satisfaction. I open my mouth needing more air to calm my own needs down.
“Mallory?” My name sounds different this time.
“It felt just like that for me, Evan,” I whisper into the phone.
“Fuck, gorgeous. I needed that.” Evan breathes heavily as he settles on the other end of the call.
“Mallory? Are you okay?” I hear that strange voice in my head again. My eyes pop open and I find Ryan standing there, staring at me. “Ryan?”
“Ryan?” Evan repeats with a heaviness to his tone.
“Are you alright?” Ryan asks. “I heard you groan. Are you hurt?”
Evan becomes louder in the phone, the distance non-existent in hiding his anger. “What the fuck is he—”
My hands are forward, stopping Ryan from coming closer. “I’m fine. I, I, I just need a—”
“Mallory, get rid of that motherfuckinggirlfriendstealingfuck!”
Torn between Ryan in front of me and my boyfriend on the phone, I say, “Evan, hold on,” holding a finger to the phone like he can actually see it. “I’ll—”
Ryan’s face contorts from concern to annoyance. “Oh, you’re talking to your boyfriend. I’ll give you some privacy to finish whatever you were just doin—”
“No! No. We weren’t doing anything. I’m in a library. That’s like blasphemy or something—”
“Mallory, get on the fucking phone.”
“I’m here,” I reply, feeling my face heat from the awkwardness of the situation.
“What’s the deal?” Evan asks. “Tell him to fuck off. I want to hear the end of your story.”
I hold the phone against my chest, not wanting Ryan to hear what Evan said. “Let me finish this call and I’ll be right over,” I say to Ryan, totally humiliated as he looks at me like I’m a dirty whore… or maybe I just feel like a dirty whore because I was busted.
Ryan backs away. “Yeah, sure , no rush.”
I lean against the wall, but this time I bang my head two times. “I should probably go—”
“Why? He can wait.”
“Evan, the whole group is waiting on me.”
“Mallory?”
“Yes?”
Then Evan says the unexpected, “Promise you’ll tell me the rest of the story next time we talk.”
I laugh. “Okay, I promise.”
“Hey, baby?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Just when I expect him to go ballistic, he surprises me by controlling his anger. “I love you, too.”
When I hang up, I grab a random book from the shelf, so I don’t appear completely useless, and join the group, sitting at the table.
“ Lolita ? Why’d you bring Lolita ?” Sarah asks, surprised by my book choice.
“I think it’s fitting,” Ryan responds. I’m not sure if he’s joking since he doesn’t laugh, which makes me uncomfortable from his implication.
But before I let that unease turn to anger like it wants to, I look at him, challenging him to explain more. “How so?”
“The older guy taking advantage of the young nymphet . If the shoe fits…”
My head jerks back in reaction as my mouth drops open.
“How’d you take care of things?”
I take a deep breath and lower my voice. “I sat in my chair in front of my mirror and looked at my body. Then I dragged my finger down my chest and pulled my tank top down to my waist. When I looked at my nipples, they hardened like they do under your touch, your hand, your mouth. Fuck, I like watching your mouth on me.”
“ Mmmmm , more.” He moans and the sound of his hand quickening can be heard. My thighs involuntarily squeeze together and I cross my legs at the knees. “Tell me more.”
“I took my panties off and sat in the chair facing the mirror, then spread my legs apart so I could see everything. I thought about you and how much I missed you and your mouth, your face, and the dirty words you say when you fuck me.”
“Damn it. Fuck. Baby, I’m so close. Tell me you touched yourself. Tell me. Lie if you have to.”
“I took my finger and touched my—”
“ Aghhh! Mallory. ”
Through his groans of pleasure my body aches for the same satisfaction. I open my mouth needing more air to calm my own needs down.
“Mallory?” My name sounds different this time.
“It felt just like that for me, Evan,” I whisper into the phone.
“Fuck, gorgeous. I needed that.” Evan breathes heavily as he settles on the other end of the call.
“Mallory? Are you okay?” I hear that strange voice in my head again. My eyes pop open and I find Ryan standing there, staring at me. “Ryan?”
“Ryan?” Evan repeats with a heaviness to his tone.
“Are you alright?” Ryan asks. “I heard you groan. Are you hurt?”
Evan becomes louder in the phone, the distance non-existent in hiding his anger. “What the fuck is he—”
My hands are forward, stopping Ryan from coming closer. “I’m fine. I, I, I just need a—”
“Mallory, get rid of that motherfuckinggirlfriendstealingfuck!”
Torn between Ryan in front of me and my boyfriend on the phone, I say, “Evan, hold on,” holding a finger to the phone like he can actually see it. “I’ll—”
Ryan’s face contorts from concern to annoyance. “Oh, you’re talking to your boyfriend. I’ll give you some privacy to finish whatever you were just doin—”
“No! No. We weren’t doing anything. I’m in a library. That’s like blasphemy or something—”
“Mallory, get on the fucking phone.”
“I’m here,” I reply, feeling my face heat from the awkwardness of the situation.
“What’s the deal?” Evan asks. “Tell him to fuck off. I want to hear the end of your story.”
I hold the phone against my chest, not wanting Ryan to hear what Evan said. “Let me finish this call and I’ll be right over,” I say to Ryan, totally humiliated as he looks at me like I’m a dirty whore… or maybe I just feel like a dirty whore because I was busted.
Ryan backs away. “Yeah, sure , no rush.”
I lean against the wall, but this time I bang my head two times. “I should probably go—”
“Why? He can wait.”
“Evan, the whole group is waiting on me.”
“Mallory?”
“Yes?”
Then Evan says the unexpected, “Promise you’ll tell me the rest of the story next time we talk.”
I laugh. “Okay, I promise.”
“Hey, baby?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Just when I expect him to go ballistic, he surprises me by controlling his anger. “I love you, too.”
When I hang up, I grab a random book from the shelf, so I don’t appear completely useless, and join the group, sitting at the table.
“ Lolita ? Why’d you bring Lolita ?” Sarah asks, surprised by my book choice.
“I think it’s fitting,” Ryan responds. I’m not sure if he’s joking since he doesn’t laugh, which makes me uncomfortable from his implication.
But before I let that unease turn to anger like it wants to, I look at him, challenging him to explain more. “How so?”
“The older guy taking advantage of the young nymphet . If the shoe fits…”
My head jerks back in reaction as my mouth drops open.
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