Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I read through the notes and then start doing the edits we all agreed on. I tend to zone out when I get editing, so the day starts to fly by.
I'm not sure how long I've been at my desk editing when my phone rings, but I guess a few hours have passed, based on how strained my eyes feel.
“Hello,” I answer without even checking to see who it is. I rub my eyes, turning away from the monitor so that I can give myself a bit of rest.
“Brick?”
“Tammy, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Hm. I hadn't expected that. I know that Tammy and I have been having a great time together, but I'm still not totally sure how she feels about me. We did have a rocky start after all.
“What did you want to hear me say?” I inquire.
“Tell me what you're doing.”
I sit back in my chair.
“Unfortunately, nothing exciting. After my workout and breakfast, I started working on projects I didn't finish during the week.”
“Oh, that sounds like a busy day.”
“What about you, Tammy? What are you doing?”
“Oh,” she replies, her voice a sing-song tone, “I'm lying on my bed not wearing much of anything.” I hear the tease in her voice. Did she call just to get a rise out of me?
“Excuse me?”
“Oh! Do you not like games like this? I shouldn't have called. My friend convinced me guys like calls like this, and she told me you would too. Ugh, it was stupid,” Tammy continues to rant, chastising herself. But I'm not upset, just caught off guard.
“Tammy, your friend was right. Keep going.”
“Huh?”
“Keep going.” I hear her breathing on the other line. I’d thought that maybe she called me with a plan in mind, but Tammy seems to be frozen.
Maybe it's time for me to take charge.
“Why don't I tell you what to do.” She doesn't say anything, but her breath catches, a sign that she is turned on. “I want you to be lying down, your head propped up by the pillows on your bed.”
I hear shifting around. The soft sound of covers and pillows being moved around comes through the phone.
“Okay, I'm lying down,” she whispers.
“Perfect. Slide your left bra strap off, pushing the cup out of the way as well. Enough that your nipple is exposed.” There's another bout of quiet rustling. I wish I could be in Tammy's room with her, watching as she follows my commands.
“Okay, my um…” she trails off.
“Your nipple is out?”
“Yeah, that. What do you want me to do next?”
“Take your pointer finger and thumb. Run your tongue all over the two, making sure they are both good and wet.”
The lap of her tongue on her fingers reaches my ears; my erection is raging. I’m going to tell her to glide her fingers all over her body. If I can’t be there to personally make her come, then I’ll make sure I get to hear those sweet moans today over the phone.
“What do I do next?” Her voice has dropped a couple octaves, her arousal easy to hear and to sense. I grunt a little as I shift in my seat, needing to release some of the pressure in my crotch. I take the easy route and slide my hand inside my pants, lazily massaging my cock.
“Roll your nipple between your fingers. Do it hard.”
Tammy groans as she plays with her nipple. She lets out a long breath, one that sounds a little frustrated. Maybe she feels like me. This through-the-phone sex isn’t quite enough, but it’s what we have right now, so it will have to do.
Since this clearly isn’t enough for either one of us, I decide it’s time to up the ante.
“Bring your hand down your body and slip your fingers into your panties. I’m guessing you’re wearing the black lacy pair.”
“No, I bought a red pair just for you. I was going to surprise you the next time we see one another.”
Fuck! This girl is going to be the death of me. I’m already imagining her wearing red lace, her hands tied behind her back with a piece of satin string.
That might be what our next date ends up being. Especially if I have to wait a long time to see her again. A sex date could be very fun for everyone involved.
“Mm,” Tammy sighs. “I put in two. Is that okay?” She sounds so sweet and innocent, but I know that she’s anything but. She’s a little vixen who knows exactly how to push my buttons.
“You could go for a third if that’s comfortable for you.” Her voice hitches again, which signals to me that she’s stuffed yet another finger in her pussy. I start moving my hand faster, following the rhythm of Tammy’s breathing. I tell her all of the dirty things I want to do to her, the positions I plan to put her in, and how I’m going to make her come over and over again until she can’t take it anymore.