“Let me try again. What are you currently reading, Miss Emerson?”
“Well, counselor, since you asked so politely I’ll tell you. I’m reading a book I picked up at a local bookstore, on court cases that shaped the Constitution.”
“Good Lord, Maggie, why?”
“You have to promise not to laugh, but I thought next time we were at the same party, we could discuss something other than literature. I could start the conversation with something like ‘so how about that Charles River Bridge Case?’” I laugh anyway.
“Shit! I guess I’ll start bringing the case law books home with me to study also. Don’t want to get caught with my pants down.” Oh good lord! What the fuck is wrong with me? Can I not have one conversation without bringing my junk into it?
“Don’t get too crazy. I really thought I’d pull an Elle Woods every time I got lost by the conversation. I think I can alternate between the bend and snap or whipping off my glasses to yell objection. What do you think?” Fuck yes! My dick has grown to an uncomfortable size in my jeans. What else is new?
Closing my eyes, I can picture Maggie bending in front of me in that bikini she was wearing the first time I saw her. Wouldn’t take much to deal with that swimsuit. I have to adjust myself while moving into a more comfortable position on the couch.
“Colin? Are you okay? You groaned into the phone.” I try to clear my throat.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. Hey Maggie, I think I might need to go. Can you text me my next assignment, please?”
“Um, sure Colin. Good night, I guess.” I hang up sitting perfectly still while I set the phone on the couch next to me slowly. Nope, can’t do it! I fumble trying to unbutton my fly, cursing when the zipper causes problems.
Quickly sliding my pants down, I grab my cock, pumping it hard. My phone lights up with a text. When I glance at it, I see the picture of Maggie. That’s all it takes for me to shoot cum into my hand. If a phone call is all it takes to reduce me to this, what will I do next time I see her?
“Oh come on!” Looking down, I realize I have cum everywhere. It’s on my jeans, underwear, hands, shirt. I wouldn’t be surprised to find it in my hair. Pulling my T-shirt over my head, I wipe my hands before picking up my phone. I’m glad I live alone, since I guess I’ve decided just to leave everything hanging out while I check my message.
Maggie: I hope you’re okay. Sorry if myLegally Blondereference was too much. Anyway, your book isThe Standby Stephen King. I thought it was time for something a little different. I also love King’s writing!
Colin: Sorry, I just had to take care of something. I’ll get started tomorrow.
Maggie: Okay then. I’ll say good night. I’m heading in to take a shower.
Colin: Good night, beautiful.I toss my phone onto the table.
“No! What are you doing? She’s just taking a shower!” I address my comments to my now growing erection. Damn it! Grabbing my clothes, I shuffle toward the bathroom.
4
Maggie
Closing my book, I place it with my reading glasses on the bedside table. According to the clock, it’s now eleven at night. I have to get to sleep so I can function tomorrow, but my mind is whirling.
“He didn’t hang up on me to jack off did he?” I ask the ceiling. I’ve decided talking to myself out loud must be a condition of living alone. “Men that look like Colin Rhett do not jack off to images of women that look like me do they?”
Shockingly the ceiling doesn’t answer me. Okay, I can do this. I can turn off my brain and fall asleep. Settling deeper into my pillow, I take deep breaths trying to relax. I lay this way for about five minutes… or five hours, who knows?
“Nope,” I tell the ceiling, rolling toward my nightstand. I dig through it like a Dachshund after a rat. Finally, I manage to wrap my hand around the vibrator bought for me two years ago as a gag birthday gift. “Please have good batteries.” I pray flipping it on. Nothing happens. Shit!
I jump out of bed, sprinting to the kitchen. There has to be something in here with batteries. Digging through the cabinets, I finally dismantle my pepper grinder. Newer batteries installed, I climb back in bed holding the vibrator.
“This isn’t because of Colin, you know. I just need something to relax so I can fall asleep.” I don’t think the ceiling bought it, but who cares.
Would it be so bad to give in to Colin? I slowly rub the vibrator around my clit as I try to reason out my problem. He is absolutely gorgeous. He must also be amazing in bed or why would he be constantly sleeping with every high-powered beauty in the Midwest?
I can slowly feel my orgasm building. When I close my eyes, I can see his face the way it looked down at me sitting on the school bench. The problem is, he would get his rocks off then move on. I would be the unfortunate notch on the bedpost whenever we all got together. I’ve been nothing but a tapped piece of ass before, I’m not looking for a repeat performance.
My mind jumps to the low growl he made when he took his first spoonful of pudding. It’s almost the same noise he made tonight before hanging up. I open my eyes when I visualize him stroking his cock with his stormy eyes blazing into mine.
I shouldn’t do this, it’s a really bad idea. But I don’t know how long I can resist him. My back arches up, making me close my eyes again. He’s standing over me, his head back in ecstasy, groaning as his cock slides in my mouth toward my throat. The orgasm shoots through me, every nerve erupting in fire. When I come down, I stare at the ceiling, panting.
“I’m so fucked!”
