Written for image 13 for the March contest!
Last one for March!
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I yawn, tipping my cup as high as it can go. Not a drop left. After a sigh, I set the cup on the counter and open the cabinets, seeking a good place for the plates stacked neatly on the kitchen island.
It’s been a long day so far. My best friend, Callie, asked me to help her son move into his dorm for school. I didn’t mind one bit, and I was free, anyway. There’s not much I wouldn’t do for her.
“Thank you again for helping us today, Russell,” Callie’s son, James, tells me. His voice drops. “My dad was supposed to help me move in, but work trips, you know?”
“Oh, he’s definitely always getting pulled into something,” I tell James, tousling his hair and smiling at him. After moving some mugs into the cabinets, I dig through the other boxes for the cutlery tray.
“But really, I do appreciate it, especially considering you’re probably running on, like, no sleep. Plus, that three-hour drive is no joke,” James muses.
“No sleep?” I ask with a chuckle. “What are you talking about, buddy?”
“Weren’t you and my mom on the phone until like 3 o’clock last night? I swear I kept hearing her say your name.”
“Huh. Must’ve been your imagination, bud. I got a full eight hours last night, and I’m still feeling great,” I say, stretching my arms up. I give him an assuring pat on the back and hand him my knife. “Can you help me find the pots and pans so I can put them away?”
We perk up when we hear Callie’s voice, less than pleased. “James Albert! Can you explain why you have a pack of condoms hidden with your underwear?”
James turns as red as the kitchen towels that hang over the oven door. I can’t help but laugh, and he doesn’t dare meet my eyes. I nudge my head in the direction of his bedroom. “Good luck, bud. I’ll finish up here.”
~
The AC is overkill now that it’s been running for a bit. Goosebumps gather on my arms. I check the time: 2:00pm. Not bad. We were able to unpack all of James‘ stuff and even managed to grab a late lunch.
I see Callie in my side mirrors and unlock the door as she walks up. She gets into the passenger seat, and I hear her sniffle, wiping her eyes.
Grabbing her shoulder and squeezing it lightly, I assure her, “James will be fine. He’s really excited for classes to start.”
“I know. I know. I’m really happy for him. So proud too. I’m probably worrying over nothing, but I feel like there’s so much I still wanted to say that I didn’t get to,” she says, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.
“It’s not like you can’t just call him up or shoot him a text, you know. Just ‘cause he’s out here doesn’t mean you two are gonna drift apart. He still needs you and loves you,” I say, smiling. “He’s a good kid, Callie.”
“Don’t pretend that you didn’t help,” Callie argues. “After Gerald and I got divorced, you’ve been there for James for all his big moments. Award ceremonies, graduations, birthdays, soccer games—”
“Hey, I only went to the soccer games because you can’t be bothered to sit on the bleachers for a few hours,” I joke with a grin. “But really, it’s no issue. You’re my best friend, Callie, and I’m just happy to be a part of your life.”
“Thanks, Russell,” Callie says, leaning her head against the window, looking outside. “For everything.”
“Why don’t you take a nap? We left early, and James tells me you didn’t sleep much last night. Mentioned you were up at three in the morning? That true?”
“Oh, um,” she stammers, “y-yeah, it was the nerves. My baby’s off to college, you know?”
“Right,” I say, watching her squirm in her seat. I don’t press her on the matter and decide to leave it be. She’s had an emotional day so far, and some sleep would do her well.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay up with you? You should be just as tired.” She yawns. From her voice, I can tell that she’s already half asleep. I pat her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and she smiles one last time before dozing off.
I grin and start driving. Part of me is glad she’s down for the count. If she saw me go through a drive-thru for yet another large coffee, I know I’d get a stern talking to. She just cares, that’s all.
I’ve always loved that about her.
She shifts in her seat slightly, and I steal a glance. That slight smile as she sleeps is contagious. With a few cars ahead of me, I take the chance to grab a blanket from the backseat and drape it loosely over her.
A car pulls forward, and I follow.
I think of how many years we’ve known each other. Almost…thirty years? That sounds wrong to say, and I grimace at the thought. Life passes by faster than I’d like. Sometimes, I wish we could go back, though I wonder what different choices we’d make if we could do it all over again.
I laugh to myself. It’s ironic, seeing her in the passenger seat again. I got my driver’s license first, and that summer, I drove her everywhere. Whether bright and early, or in the middle of the night, I was no stranger to that same text:
I wanna go somewhereeee
This time, I’m driving her home. There’s a sharp pang in my chest, and I wish it were just this morning’s caffeine. I know better, though. Some call them wishes or desires; I call it by what it is: delusions.
These quiet moments, when it’s just the two of us, are always so dangerous. The feelings I’ve been suppressing creep back up to the surface, and my throat tightens. I find myself imagining holding her hand as I drive while we both sing along to the radio. We’d get to her house, and instead of dropping her off, I’m there to stay.
“Hello? Can you pull up?” a voice asks through the intercom.
It rips me from my daydreams, and I shake it off, driving up to the intercom. I feel myself frown as I scan the menu.
I know exactly what I want, but sometimes, I can’t find the words.
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“Callie. Hey. Rise and shine,” I whisper, giving her shoulders a gentle shake.
She stirs at last; her eyes open, darting around the room before she snaps up. “How did we get here?”
“I drove you, silly,” I say with a grin. “We didn’t even make it on the expressway before you fell asleep.”
“Sorry, Russ,” she said sheepishly. “Did I snore?”
“Hell yeah. My music couldn’t drown it out,” I joke. “I’m just glad you had your garage opener. It definitely helped me get you into the house.
“Wait, you carried me?” Callie asked, scooting away with widened eyes. Insecurity wrinkles her face into a frown.
“Well, yeah,” I say, tapping my biceps. “You weigh, like, nothing. And aren’t my muscles the reason you had me drive you and James out to his school?”
“It’s not just the muscles!” Callie insists. “It all would’ve been fine if Gerald just kept to the original plan, but of course, work calls him into something, and he drops everything for his job.”
“Yeah, it’s shitty,” I agree, grimacing. “Anyway, now that you’re awake, I think I’ll get out of your hair, have a quick dinner, and get some shut-eye.”
“So soon?” Callie tilts her head.
“I got here this morning at five,” I say with a yawn, wiping my eyes dry. Callie looks up at me, but I look away, immune to those puppy dog eyes. “Ah, I got it. You’re just lonely now. James is away at school. The empty nesting begins.”
Callie sniffles “Please don’t remind me. Are you sure I can’t tempt you to stay? Dinner? A movie?”
“I’ll do one movie with you, and after that, I’m heading home,” I propose, crossing my arms, and turning away.
“I’ll take it,” Callie accepts glumly, grumbling under her breath. “When we were in high school, you used to stay over until like two in the morning, and that was when we had a curfew.”
“Yeah, well, that was because my parents love you. Besides, we haven’t done that since you and Gerald started dating senior year.” I peer over and see Callie scowl with clenched fists in her lap.
“God, don’t remind me. You and I were so close in high school, and it’s a shame that that changed because of Gerald. He was always too jealous.”
“Of me?” I say with a laugh. “There’s absolutely no way. Besides, it’s pretty ironic considering he’s the one who ended up cheating on you. Fucking asshole.”
“You’re telling me,” Callie says. Sometimes, I wonder what life would’ve been like if he and I had never started dating.”
I shrug, staring at the ceiling to think. “Maybe you’d be happier. You never would’ve gotten married to the guy, sure, but that also means no James, so things would be a lot different.”
“True. I wouldn’t trade him for anything.” Callie nods, sucking her teeth.
“Either way, there’s no alternate universe where I’m not there for you when you need it, you know?” I offer. I tense when I feel her hand on top of mine, squeezing it gently. My eyes stay forward; I can’t bear to look her way. My heart digs up feelings that I thought I buried for good long ago. “Hey, Callie…”
“Yeah?” Her hand twitches, but keeps on mine.
“James mentioned you were up late?”
“Right. You mentioned that.”
“That’s not all. He said you were…saying my name?” I chuckle, trying to play it off. It’s all a big misunderstanding. I know it; I just need Callie to confirm it. “He misheard, right? Or… what’s that about?”
Callie turns bright red. “Er, I was…just finding a way to fall asleep.”
“Glad to know, I still bore you to death,” I joke, but her hand moves to my thigh, bringing the laugh to a halt. My smile fades.
“You know that’s not true.” Callie’s eyes are locked onto mine. Her eyelids lower, but she doesn’t break eye contact. “When I’m stressed, sometimes…the best way to fall asleep is by rubbing one out.”
“And calling out my name, apparently?” I ask in disbelief.
“A woman has needs, Russell,” Callie says with a nervous laugh. “Between balancing work and trying to get James through school, there wasn’t a lot of time for me to date. I just–”
“You deserve to be happy too,” I say plainly.
“Yeah…you get it.” She moves closer, and the distance between her face and mine shrinks. Her eyes don’t meet mine, and instead focus on my lips. “Now that it’s just me living here, I’ve been weighing the idea of putting myself out there again. Something casual, maybe. No strings. What do you think?”
I pull away, flashing a half-hearted smile. It takes everything to ignore her finger tracing my chest, and that it nearly makes my heart stop. “I…don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I thought you said I deserve to be happy.”
“You do! But I don’t think something like this between us would be a good idea.”
“Friends can fuck, can’t they?” Something changes in Callie‘s voice. It’s charged. Calculated. And from the resolve behind that unwavering glare, she means it.
“Yeah, but I don’t want casual,” I tell her, biting the inside of my cheek. “If that’s all you want, then…I think you have to find someone else.”
Defeat forces Callie to look down. Her shoulders slump. There’s hurt written all over her face. “Do you not find me attractive?”
“No, of course I do, but–” I purse my lips. Words flood my head. The right words escape me, and I sigh.
Callie laughs to herself, shakes her head, and pushes her hair back. “Do you remember when Gerald asked me to homecoming?”
“Yeah, with a whole bouquet of roses. You came to my house afterwards. I remember how happy you were. Gushing. The brightest smile I’ve ever seen on your face before.”
“Well, I remember you telling me you were excited to ask someone to homecoming, but I guess it didn’t go as planned. I saw a sunflower in the trash, and I just got so mad.” Her fists clench as she tells the story. It’s endearing. Callie punches the air. “I wanted to find that girl and tell her how lucky she was that you asked her out. You’re like the sweetest guy ever. Ugh. She’s so lucky I didn’t track her down. I would’ve…beaten her up!”
“Yeah, because that would definitely convince her to go with me. You’d end up in the dean’s office,” I tease. “Besides, I didn’t end up asking her out, anyway.”
“Why not?” Callie asks. Her expression softens.
“It’s kind of hard to beat a bouquet of roses.” I laugh.
Callie tilts her head and furrows her brows. Her head snaps back up to look at me and her eyes widen. “Wait you don’t mean–”
“I was gonna ask you, Callie. You think I didn’t know sunflowers are your favorite? I snuck into Mrs. Connor’s garden. She scolded me the next time I walked by her house.” I looked to Callie for her reaction. She’s confused, primarily, and her eyes are filled with questions. “You were so happy when Gerald asked you, and you’d already said yes, so I didn’t have it in me.”
“So all this time…”
“Yeah.” I say. The corners of my mouth weigh heavily. “It broke my heart, sure, but genuinely, I was happy for you. I pushed those feelings down, and for a brief moment, they came back after you told me about Gerald’s affair.”
“Russell–”
I laughed to myself. “The me from a few years ago would call me crazy for not taking you up on your offer, but I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Russell–”
Whether Callie means to interrupt or get me to stop completely, I can’t bring myself to stop. Maybe it’s the exhaustion. Maybe it’s the pangs I’ve been trying to ignore. Maybe everything I’ve wanted to say before is bubbling up to the top. My fists clump the fabric of my jeans. “I…have been in love with you for years. The timing was never right. Like you said, it’s not like you had time to really date. For so long, I’ve been worried about what would change between us if you knew about how I felt–”
“Russell!” she yells. “Stop. I love you too. We’ve always had love for each other, haven’t we? Best friends. Almost like family, really. Even when Gerald and I were still married, grandma and grandpa always asked what time you’re gonna be over.”
I smile.
“I was so distraught when I found out Gerald was cheating,” Callie says, wiping her eyes. “But you were there, like always. A shoulder to lean on. It felt unfair. Relying on you all the time.”
“How’s that unfair?” I ask, shaking my head. “I’m your best friend. That’s what I’m for. To be there when you need me.”
“Well, right now, I want you. I want you so badly. It’s been ages since I’ve gotten laid, and toys are great, but I want to be held.” Before I can react, her arms are around me, and my shirt soaks up the stray tears that fall from her face. Hesitantly, I reciprocate after turning my body towards her. A gentle rub along her back soothes her, even if only slightly. “Do you think it’s too late for us to give it a shot?”
“Callie…”
“With strings, I mean,” Callie says, blushing. “I’m just saying that if you were the next guy I started dating, I’d be pretty happy.”
“Just pretty happy?”
“Don’t get cocky now,” Callie tells me, tapping the center of my chest. She climbs into my lap and looks into my eyes. Her forehead presses against mine. Every breath is heavy, and her eyes start to mist again. “So can you please just kiss me already?”
Her breath catches when I put my hands on her back. We stare at each other for what feels like forever. A constant cycle of lips parting, licking our lips, moving closer, inching until there’s no space left between us.
The first kiss is soft and delicate. Longer than we think. As if we’re trying to sort out how we feel in real time. It’s almost a game to see who pulls away first, except neither of us wants to lose. Every breath that follows is shallow, shared, and sharp through our noses.
Her tense muscles relax in my hold, and she nearly melts into my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck. I hold her body to me, tilting my head up towards her. My vision blurs as I choke back happy tears. “I love you, Callie.”
“I love you too, Russell. I’m sorry it took us so long to figure that out.”
There’s nothing for her to apologize for. Her hands fiddle with the buttons of my flannel, undoing each one slowly, clumsily, eventually pushing it off my shoulders. I weave my hands up behind her shirt, struggling with the clasp of her bra, and she giggles. Callie tugs her t-shirt over her head, removing mine shortly after.
She grabs my head, gently at first, but I feel her fingertips graze my scalp. Her touch is heavenly. I wonder if this is a dream, but doubts float away as her lips find my neck, kissing softly. Sweetly. She works her way up to my jaw, and my cheek is next.
I curse my own impatience as I hold her to press my lips against her again. It’s better than the first kiss, lacking the awkwardness. There’s a bloom in my chest that feels familiar, like the warmth of a favorite blanket.
Callie pulls away, panting. Her hands rest on my chest, pawing at my muscles, and she kisses me on my sternum. “Fuck, I love your body.”
“I’ve put on plenty of weight since high school, you know? I feel like I looked a lot better then.”
She buries her face in my chest, shaking her head. I feel her arm snake around mine. She gropes one of my biceps, and her fingers manage to squeeze anywhere they trace over. “I like you how you are now. So strong. The way you could probably just throw me around.”
I blush. I’ve never really heard Callie talk like this, and for me to be the object of her lust still doesn’t quite make sense in my head, but I do my best to accept it. I stand up, holding her tightly, and her eyes widen as she yelps. There’s a huge grin stretching across her face, and she excitedly grabs a hold of my torso, leaving more kisses along my collarbone. My attention turns to the hallway. “How about I take us somewhere more private?”
Her legs wrap around me, and I feel the slightest roll of her hips against my stomach. “It’s just us here. It’s not like anyone’s gonna walk in on us.”
“Your bed is way comfier than that couch, and you know it. I always wake up with neck issues when I sleep there.”
“Touché.” Her freshly unclasped bra falls off her chest, exposing her breasts to me, and she wiggles out of it, letting it fall at my side as I walk. A hand supports her by her ass while the other presses firmly on her back. I take her nipple into my mouth, flicking over it with my tongue. She moans, and her breath hitches when I dare to bite down. “Fuck.”
I walk into the room holding her, setting her down at the edge of the mattress. Elation stretches across her face. She fumbles with her jeans’ button, and I hook the top of them, pulling them down with her panties.
Callie practically springs to her feet to help me out of my pants. Thick denim drops to the floor, gathering at my ankles, and I step out of them, pulling Callie into my arms for a kiss. Every peck is butterflies. Vibrant fireworks. A fast drumbeat in my chest. Sweet on my tongue.
But I start craving something else instead.
Callie’s eyes widen as I stand, hoisting her up, and her fingers grip my hair. I push her up higher until her legs can rest on my shoulders, and I feel her tremble, clenching around my head. “What are you—”
My tongue on her folds answers her question, and her grip on my hair tightens. Coarse hair tickles my face. Every sweet noise from her begs for my tongue, and I oblige her, pressing my flattened tongue along the length of her slit. Slow. Deliberate.
“Fuck, Russell. You didn’t even give me a chance to shower or freshen up, at least.”
I pull away briefly, daring to look up at her, and whisper against her skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
Good thing, too. I love her taste. Her juices are so sweet, accentuated by her natural musk and the dried sweat from today’s exertions. I lap away, losing myself as I lick, and I feel her hands claw the back of my head while she grinds into my face.
Carefully, I hold Callie steady, walking us towards the wall so that she doesn’t need to worry about keeping her balance. Muscles relax when her back rests against the wall, and clench again as my tongue speeds up.
The rhythm of her grinding doesn’t let up. Every single shallow breath is a treat. I could do this forever. Moaning into her, I continue letting my tongue flick against her clit while I suck up any of her fluids that leak out.
Her thighs squeeze around my head again, and I swear her hands have enough power to rip my hair out. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please. Please—”
I keep my pace, licking wildly, and I reach a hand up to slide a finger inside. I debate whether she needs a second, but the first finger seems to work wonders already. She pants for me, humping my head, and her head knocks against the wall as she cries out my name.
My tongue laps away until she’s rode out the entirety of her climax. Even as her breaths and movements slow, I continue, speeding up and giving her a second finger. She’s already dripping down my chin, but that doesn’t stop me. I’ve wanted this for years, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get my fill of her perfect pussy.
Her voice, as small as her frame, breaks me out of my trance. “Can you stop for a bit?”
I pull away, looking up at Callie. “Too much?”
“No, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”
I hold Callie firmly, lowering her down. She trembles in my grip and gasps when my tip reaches her dripping, wet folds. My quivering lips morph into a nervous smile, and her nod reassures me. I lean in to kiss her, and her mouth steadies, parting as I lower her.
Her hips roll along my tip, pressing down, desperately, trying to take more of me. A flurry of brief breaths flutter out while I ease her down. There’s the tiniest curl to her lips.
Our hold on each other tightens. My body pins her against the wall, thrusting deeper as I feel her nails on my back. Her chin rests on my shoulders, and I hear her groan. I never would have thought that the sounds that come out of her mouth could sound so sweet. Every moan, whine, and cry is better than I imagined. It’s intoxicating. Addicting. I want to hear more. My hips drive deeper. Callie reaches up to the back of my head, tugging at my locks, holding me against her. She peppers my jaw with kisses, and her breath tickles my ear. A single whispered word makes me throb:
“Harder.”
I wrap a hand around her, resting it on the small of her back, and I put more force behind every thrust. Sharp exhales through gritted teeth and guttural grunts join the company of her cries that fills the room.
A desperate kiss quiets the both of us, though I feel her muffled whimpers against my lips. She pulls away, shuddering for air before her lips return to mine. Her mouth is needy, but I’m no better.
It feels unreal. This is everything we’ve wanted. It feels good for the both of us to finally give in. The words slip out, but it feels like muscle memory for my heart. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says between sharp exhales. She curses quietly against my lips, puckering for more. “Keep going. Harder. I’m gonna come soon—”
My breaths pick up as I push through the fatigue. My lungs are desperate for air, but I’m content taking in every breath of her. I kiss her deeper while my hips drive in. There’s a slight roll to her hips. Her clit grinds against the top of my cock, and her legs tighten around me.
“Fuck, fuck—” she cries out. One hand grips my shoulder blades, while the other tangles in my hair, not letting go. Callie pushes a deep breath out, and her lips curl into a smile as she wipes sweat from her brow. She treats me to a burst of quick pecks, and holds me against her for one long one before she pulls away. “Did you get to finish?”
“Sorry,” I apologize. “I think I’m a bit more tired than I thought.”
“I thought you said I was light,” Callie teases.
“You are! All of James‘ bulky boxes add up real quick,” I assure. I set her down, and her legs nearly give out when her feet reach the ground. A laugh escapes my lungs, and Callie shoots me a glare, joining in after.
She grabs my hand and walks me towards the bed. Looking at me over her shoulder, a blush paints her cheeks a bright red. She crawls onto the bed giving me a nice view of her ass. After laying down, she pats the space next to her. “Come here.”
For a moment, I’m frozen in place. I want to soak in the view of her. She’s absolutely gorgeous, skin and smile glowing. Her blonde hair drapes down her body beautifully. Every curve and contour is better than I could have ever imagined. From the top of her head to the tip of her toes, she’s perfect.
My heart races as I scurry next to her.
Callie leans to kiss me, though it’s short-lived. She moves down, each kiss lower than the last, going down my stomach until she kisses my tip. She licks at it slowly, looking up to gauge my reaction. Those eyes of hers are dangerous. Watching her lips travel down my shaft is almost too much, so I pull her off, moving her up until she’s next to me again.
“What are you doing?” she whines. “I just started.”
“Your mouth feels really good, but I’m afraid I need it on mine,” I say.
“You haven’t had enough kisses yet?” she teases, playfully nuzzling her nose against mine.
“Never,” I tell her without hesitation. “I’m making up for lost time, after all.”
I shudder when I feel her hand wrap around me to stroke. It glides over me easily, still slick with her juices. “Oh, that’s good.”
My hips push into her hand, following her rhythm, sometimes falling out. No matter what speed she goes at, I don’t want her to stop. “Fuck, Callie.”
Callie speeds up, and I see her smirk. She licks her lips before kissing me, and bites my lips, drawing a sharp gasp. I push my tongue into her mouth, and she greets it with her own. The kiss deepens. Lengthens. Heat gathers in my core.
I roll Callie onto her side and spread her legs, squeezing the nearest one between my thighs. My hands wander down her stomach, over the damp hairs on her mound, tracing along her folds. “Tell me about last night.”
She blushes and squirms, partly from my touch, partly from my bold request. She smiles, “Russ, that’s embarrassing.”
I quiet her complaints with another kiss, enjoying the shallow breath that escapes when I pull away from her. “I wanna know.”
“It started with just my fingers. I was rubbing my clit—”
“Like this?” I ask as my finger circles around her.
“Y-yeah. Just like that…a little faster, actually.” Callie winces when I follow her instructions, and I feel her hips rise off the bed. “I closed my eyes, and I imagined it was you instead. Every time I think about you, late at night, I just…get so wet.”
I kiss her neck. Soft pecks and slow licks turn into light nibbles. She gasps. One of her hands grips my thigh, while the other keeps stroking me.
“Eventually, my fingers weren’t enough. I needed one of my toys…”
“Is it as big as me?” I ask.
“Not even close.” Her laugh has barely any air behind it. “I hardly ever use my dildo, but I really wanted to imagine you stretching me out.”
“How did it feel to have the real thing?” I slide two fingers inside, and she trembles. I feel her tighten already, and it takes all her concentration to keep jerking my cock.
“So good,” she says through a deep moan.
My hands curl, stroking and pressing against her sweet spot. I hear her breaths pick up, and her walls close around my fingers, gripping me tightly. Stroking my fingers in and out gets harder. I press my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, pulling away to whisper against her mouth, “Can you come for me again?”
She nods, her nails digging into my leg as she writhes at my touch. She has barely enough air to moan, and I’m instead treated to a chorus of soft, shallow breaths. Her eyes shut, and I muffle her whines and whimpers with my mouth. She tightens around my fingers and she breaks a kiss with a gasp, pushing my hand out.
Her body still shakes, and she brings a hand up to cover her mouth. It’s no use. I can still see the smile reach up to her eyes. “Your turn.”
Callie strokes faster, pausing to spit into her palm. Her hand glides over me, milking moans from my throat. She grins. “Do you ever think about me when you jack off?”
“Yeah,” I admit, ignoring the blush on my face. “I always feel a little guilty about it after.”
She sighs, twisting her hand along me. “I wish we were more honest with ourselves.”
“Oh yeah?” I pause to moan, pushing up into her hand again. My hand reaches out to squeeze her ass. “Why’s that?”
“If I knew you saw me that way, I’d call you late at night so I could hear those moans. I’d play with myself to the sound of your voice,” Callie coos, kissing against my jaw. “I’d want you to hear how badly I want you.”
“We can still do that, you know,” I tell her. “Like I’d ever ignore a call from you.”
“No way,” Callie argues, shaking her head. “Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’d much rather have you in person.”
She gets up, straddling my lap, lowering herself against me. I’m surprised when I don’t feel her warmth swallow me up. Instead, her lips slide along my length, pinning my dick against my torso.
There’s the temptation to push inside when she’s grinding over my tip, but this feels great as it is. She moves faster, pressing down harder, and her hips roll. Heavy breaths exit as we stare into each other’s eyes. My hands grip her waist, helping to guide her along my hardness.
Her eyes roll when I press up into her. I’m pulsing beneath, and I swear I feel her quiver around me. She reaches down, letting her fingers fiddle with the ridges of my tip, and I groan for her. “God, Callie…”
“I love the way you say my name,” she says, biting her lip.
“Callie…” I say again.
“Come for me,” she tells me, grinding faster. Her hands rest on my chest, and I watch her pussy lips slide along me.
I reach up to cup her breasts, squeezing them, feeling her nipples harden against my palms, and my vision blurs as I shoot ropes up across my stomach. I buck off the bed when the sensation becomes too much, and Callie curls up next to me, admiring the mess I made on myself. After regaining my breath, I joke, “I’m starting to think I should’ve kept those condoms for myself.”
Callie scoffs and shoves my shoulder playfully. “I fucking knew it was you who gave it him. James didn’t rat you out, by the way.”
I laugh, and Callie joins, rolling her eyes. “Do you think he’ll understand? We should tell him at some point. That is, if you were serious about the dating thing.”
“I am,” she assures me. “James will be fine. He loves you too, after all.”
“And we’ll be fine too?” I ask. My frown fades when Callie kisses my cheek.
“Absolutely,” she starts, “As long as you don’t plan on going home tonight.”
“Right, I promised I’d watch a movie with you.” I laugh as my eyelids grow heavy.
She taps the tip of my flaccid dick, grinning with intent. “I’ll also want some more of that.”
“Can I take a quick nap first, at least?” I joke, using the last of my energy to kiss her forehead. My eyes close, and I feel her fingers weave into mine.
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