“Of course I want to. Hang on a second.”
There’s a muffled thud like he’s dropped his phone. I wait a couple of seconds until his voice returns. “Okay, I’m back.”
“What did you do?”
“Put my headphones in.” He clears his throat. “So, my, uh, hands…so I don’t have to hold the phone.”
“Good idea,” I say and do the same. Once my earphones are in, I can hear R breathing clearly in my ear. He's so close, it’s like he’s in the same room as me. I shiver.
My hands, now free, rest on my stomach. I can feel my blood rushing downwards, and we haven’t even done anything yet.
“So. What colour?” I prompt.
“Dark grey. What about you?”
“The colour of my clothes? Navy.”
“I meant your jocks.”
“I’m not wearing any,” I say.
“Oh.” His swallow is audible.
My lips stretch into a smirk. “Should I take my shorts off?”
“If you want.”
I push my shorts down, and they tangle around my ankles. I kick them off so my feet aren’t constrained at all. My half-hard dick flops against the space where my thigh meets my pelvis.
“Take your jocks off,” I say.
“O-okay.”
“Have you done it?” I ask a moment later.
“Yeah. Are you…touching yourself?”
I curl a hand around my shaft, feeling a hit of pleasure. “I am now,” I say.
“Me too.” He sighs, and it’s so familiar and so hot that I suck my stomach in.
“To be honest,” I say, slowly dragging a hand up my length, “I’m not sure how to do this.”
“Have phone sex?”
“Yeah. I should’ve done research.”
He laughs.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Just the thought of you researching.”
“Hey, you’ve done it too. You told me you researched blow jobs.”
“Fair,” he says with a chuckle. “But I did that feeling embarrassed the whole time. I bet when you research sex stuff, you’re totally serious about it. Do you take notes?”
“Ha-ha,” I drawl. “Actually, I don’t need to take notes because I have a photographic memory.”
