Because…you know why, H.
Me
Precisely why you should tell me. You want to tell me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought it up.
When she doesn’t respond I text her again, hoping a little more encouragement will get the truth out of her.
Me
There’s no judgement here, Harp. You know that. It’s just us. Tell me what you felt.
Harper
I touched myself thinking about your hands on me, H. Your mouth on me.
My eyes fall shut and I inhale a deep breath. “Jesus Christ she’s killing me.”
Me
You don’t know what that does to me, babe.
Harper
I wonder what you’d feel like now…after all this time. You always made me feel so good. You always knew right where to touch me.
I sink back against the headboard, my palm sliding slowly over my stomach.
Me
Were you quiet while you touched yourself? Or did you say my name like you used to? With that sweet little hitch to your breath and the sigh I used to go crazy for.
Her response takes longer, like she’s deciding how honest to be.
Harper
I had to be quiet because of Connor in the other room. So, I moaned into my pillow.
Harper
Over and over until I came on my fingers.
Shiiiiiit.
My jaw tightens and my cock hardens like a rock, the ache sharp and undeniable.
Jesus fuck.
Me
Fuck, Harper. That’s…fucking hot. If I were there right now, I’d make sure you didn’t feel alone for even a second.
Harper
What would you do first?
Holy shit.
Is she really doing this?
