She groans again.
“I’d get on top and ride you,” she says, voice half-muffled. “Make it slow and deep and—ohfuck, Max—let you feel it.”
I take a deep breath and start stroking myself again, head back against the headrest.
“Rub your clit,” I tell her.
“Iam.”
I can’t help but grin into the dark.
“I’d make you come first,” I tell her. “God, you'd look so good. Spread out in front of me, taking my cock. Clit swollen and slippery between my fingers.”
She whimpers, breathing ragged. I think she’s whisperingfuck, fuckover and over.
“When you were on the edge I’d hold you down on my cock and let you take everything, grind myself up against that deep spot that makes you—”
“Ohfuck, I’m coming,” she pants. “Fuck. God.Max.”
I bite my lip so I don’t shout, shoved over the edge by the sound of her voice and the thought of her fucking herself on her bed while she says my name.
My fake name. Whatever.
For a few moments, there’s nothing but the sound of us both breathing hard, skips and cracks running down the phone line. I keep my eyes closed. I shouldn’t because it makes me imagine all the things I don’t usually let myself think: what if we were together somewhere, physically. What if I could hold her after; what I woke up next to her in the morning.
What if I saw her face, even?
Someday, maybe. But this was still a step and I’m still a middle school teacher who, Jesus Christ, should not be jerking off in his car like this. Fuck.
“Good thing my roommate’s gone,” she says, and I laugh. “Maybe I should get her noise-canceling headphones for Christmas.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” I admit. “That was…”
“Loud?”
“Yeah.” I’m blushing. I don’t blush a lot, but I’m doing it now, because. Well.
“We should do this again. Maybe when I can hear you better.”
“This seemed to work, though,” I say, carefully poking through my car’s console for fast food napkins.
“Never stop improving,” Lola says, and I snort.
We keep talking for a few minutes until I get to my house. The lights are on and my roommate's car is in the driveway, so trying to get in without looking like I just came in my pants will be… interesting.
“Thanks for calling,” I tell her. “I like your voice.”
“I like yours too. You home?”
“Yeah, I gotta get past my roommate somehow with… the mess.”
Lola snorts, and I can’t help but smile.
“Shut up. Your fault.”
“I tried to wait for you to get home!”
I don’t want to hang up and end the call, but I know I have to.
