Page 87 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan

"Oh, so you are naked?" He sounds husky.

"No, but I'm about to be," I say, giggling as I pull off my clothes and jump back onto the bed.

"Oh, so what are you taking off? Just tell me," he says. "Tell me in detail."

I look down at my naked body, but I realize he doesn't want to hear that yet. So I lie back on the bed and close my eyes.

"I'm slowly taking off my top," I say. "Do you like that?"

"Yeah. And what do you have on now?"

"I have on my black bra and blue jeans."

"Unzip those jeans for me, baby."

"Okay. I'm unzipping the jeans."

"Slide them off. Fuck," he says. "If I were there, I'd rip them off of you."

"Well, you're not here, so I'm sliding them off and dropping them on the floor. And now I’m just in my bra and my black thong."

"Ooh, I love a thong. Fuck. Slip your fingers between your legs."

"Tell me—are you wet?"

"Yeah," I say.

"Erica, slip your fingers between your legs."

"I did."

"No, you didn't." He chuckles.

"What do you mean, no, I didn’t? You're not here. You can't see."

"I know you, Erica. You didn’t slip your fingers between your legs."

"Excuse me? You don’t know."

"I do know."

"How do you know?"

"Because if you had, I would've heard a gasp."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, whenever I touch you in that spot, you take a light breath, and you gasp, and your eyes roll back in your head slightly. I can picture it. That face you make—it turns me on. And that sound—it makes me hard. And you haven’t made that sound yet. That’s how I know."

"Fine," I say as I open my legs slightly.

"Touch yourself," he says.

I slip my fingers between my legs, and I touch my wetness. My fingers rub gently against my clit, and I gasp.

"That’s the sound, baby," he growls. "Fuck. I wish I were with you right now."

"What would you do if you were with me?"