“Yeah, Toni?”
“I’m sorry if I came across a bit uptight last weekend. I’ve been beating myself up about being Ace’s aunt. As his only connection to his mother, I felt all types of pressure not to fuck up and to do what was right. I’m sorry if I made you feel I was cutting you out.”
“I appreciate you wanting to be there for Ace.” My words are sincere. “But we come as a package, and although it’s early days, I reckon we could all find our place with each other.”
“I'm still worried about Ace if we don’t work out.” I can’t help but admire her for putting my son first.
“Wouldn’t even be pushing for it if I wasn’t already certain, sweetheart. And give Ace some credit. He’s old enough to understand, especially if we find we don’t fit together, we present it as an algorithm that doesn’t work.”
She outright laughs. “That would do it.”
I ease back on the pillow, feeling more relaxed than I have since I drove to Flagstaff last week. “So, Friday, huh? Am I going to get to see this vibrator of yours?”
Another chuckle. “Only if you can’t get the job done yourself.”
“When did I ever disappoint?” I challenge.
“Well, I was just thinking of an old man like you after such a long drive.”
I snort. “Looks like I’ve got to prove myself. You better be ready for me, woman.”
“Oh, I’ll be ready, Freak.”
“What about now? Are you wet just talking to me? Because I tell you, Toni, my cock’s rock hard just hearing your voice. Will you put your hand in your pussy, and tell me?”
For a moment, I can hear nothing on the end of the phone. Swearing at myself for pushing too hard, too soon, and just about to extricate myself from the awkward position I’ve put myself in, I suddenly hear a sharp intake of breath. “I’m wet, Freak. I’m so ready for you.”
“Go to your bedroom and get out your vibrator,” I command.
“Freak…”
“Do it. You won’t regret it.”
There’s the sound of feet thumping on stairs, then something I interpret as the opening of a drawer.
“Take off your pants, skirt, whatever, and panties.” I give her sufficient time, then ask, “Are you naked?”
“I am.”
In the meantime, I’ve opened my pants and taken out my dick. Palming it, I tell her exactly what I’m doing. “I’ve got my hand around my cock now. Fuck, it’s so hard for you, darlin’.” I use the weeping precum to lubricate. “Turn on your vibrator.” I wait for the buzzing to start. “Now, gently move it over your labia. Don’t go straight to the good part. Let it build up your anticipation.”
“Oh, Freak. Are you rubbing yourself?”
“Yes.” I manage to get the word out, but the sound of the toy she’s using and the breathy sounds coming out of her mouth are starting to drive me crazy, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last.
“Can I touch my clit now?”
I give her permission.
The next few moments have no conversation, just us both making a lot of sounds as our excitement and passion ramp up.
“Get there, Toni,” I rasp, unable to take much more of those moans which are driving me fucking crazy.
Then I hear a loud intake of breath, followed by a sharp, screamed exhale. I picture her face when she was under me last and flood my hand, not caring I’m making a mess.
Heavy breathing on both sides lasts for a while, and then I tell her, “Even phone sex with you is fuckin’ amazing.”
She still sounds breathy as she confirms, “Same here, Freak. But I wish I were experiencing the real thing.”
