I gotta, like, get ready. I think. Sorry. I know I suggested it and everything
Lola, it’s fine.
I should get off the phone and go to sleep, probably, except I don’t think I can hit the end call button while you look like that
Like what?
For the record, I knowlike what. I just want him to say it.
Spread for me and still touching yourself like you want me to watch you come again
There’s no way I can get it up but don’t let me stop you
I laugh and grab my bullet vibrator, flick it on, and drag it over my pussy and up to my clit. My hips buck up when I do.
Fuck.
Where’s that purple dildo?
This is getting complicated, I thought I was just getting off again before you went to sleep
I can’t make a request?
You make so many already
I am, obviously, already grabbing the purple dildo from my (small) box of sex toys and squeezing some lube onto it, careful to keep my face out of frame.
There it is.
So dick-centric
Guilty as charged. If only you got some sort of enjoyment out of this as well
Look, I’ll try my best
I get back on the chair, still splayed, and I make a show of it: the purple dildo is phallic, obviously, but it’s not hyper-realistic or anything, and I slide it back and forth a couple times, letting Max get a good look.
Come on, Lola
Show me how good it feels
I fuck myself with the dildo and vibrate the hell out of my clit, and in about sixty seconds I’m coming for the third time that night, mostly thanks to my internet sex friend who sounds like my colleague in my head.
But when I finally say goodnight and shut down my iPad, I’m at least pleased that I think I’ve solved my Max-sounds-like-James problem.
CHAPTERTHREE
JAMES
“You know,when I went to these things I’m pretty sure I wore dirty sneakers and a hand-me-down dress with a Peter Pan collar,” Sadie says.
“You went to these things?” I ask. “I always managed to find a really good book to read instead.”
That gets a laugh out of her, and I can’t help but smile. Sadie’s laugh is really, really nice. Distractingly, distressingly nice, a little like the rest of her.
“You’re telling me you didn’t come to a middle school gym and seduce your classmates one by one?”
“When I tell you I had braces,” I say, sort of gesturing at my face. “I meanbraces. These guys all have those nice, subtle ones? Mine looked like train tracks in my face. Three years. I wasn’t seducinganyone.”
