“Does it bother you?” he asked, in an even deeper and huskier voice at usual. A shiver took hold of me.
“James.”
“Tell me, should I stop, June?”
“No.” I gasped.
Why did I answer him? Why did I engage? Was I crazy? But now it didn’t matter anymore because my hand went down there again, and another trace of shivers rippled through my lower stomach, and I noticed how James struggling to repress the moans that managed to slide out every once in a while, alternating with labored breath.
I decided to give in to my body. This time, I welcomed every small tremor that rushed through me.
“I want to see your face after,” I heard him moan. The sound of his voice was anything but aggressive or bossy. It was subdued, almost docile, and extremely seductive.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to see if you’re as beautiful as I imagine.”
I tightened around my fingers, and my racing breath revealed one emotion too many. Beautiful? Imagining? What was he imagining?
I bit my lip.
At this point how could I not imagine him too?
I shouldn’t have, even though I did it. I looked at the photo that he’d sent me right before, then bit my lips until it almost hurt. My shyness transformed into lust that swept over me with the urgent impatience to finish. My thoughts passed quickly and disjointedly into uncharted territory. And instead of the neon colors, his hot tongue was passionately slithering along my bare thighs, and I found myself falling into a soft bubble made of muffled sounds and enveloping, warm, pleasant sensations. I shut my eyes. I didn’t make a sound, but my moist body was making indecent noises that James was certainly not indifferent to, because he welcomed them with increasingly intense moans.
A few moments later, every muscle in my body contracted and relaxed in a succession of overwhelming spasms.
Slowly an all-encompassing peace washed over me. Every part of me seemed light yet so heavy that I couldn’t move anymore. But the moment of recklessness wasn’t over yet because, with my heart racing a hundred miles an hour and labored breath, I took a picture and sent it. My scarlet cheeks and softened eyes didn’t do justice to how good I felt right then.
“Damn, you were faster than me,” I heard him whisper between breaths that grew shorter and shorter. The photo was open, but I didn’t have the courage to ask him out loud, so I wrote him.
June:Was it better or worse than what you imagined?
“So much better.”
His husky, sensual moans expanded into the void, mixing with long, then fragmented breaths until they stopped.
“Oh damn.”
We stayed quiet for a few moments waiting for his breath to regulate itself. When I heard an indistinct chuckle escape his lips, I hung up.
My god, after what I thought of him tonight, how was I going to look him in the eyes at school tomorrow?
I washed my hands and put on my pajama pants then I got the last message.
Hunter:Sweet dreams, princess
7
June
“Melissa and I are going to Canada for three days.”
“Sure, Mom. I’m guessing Melissa’s all biceps and pecs,” I shot back tactlessly.
I was still sitting at the table to eat breakfast, but I would’ve rather drowned myself than be forced to listen to my mom’s lies.
My eyes darted from one side of the hallway to another, intent on chasing her frame as it spun from the living room to the kitchen like a top. At seven in the morning I could barely lift my arm to bring food to my mouth. I didn’t know how she could always be so lively.
