Of course, now just twenty-two, almost twenty-three, I already felt jaded. Being alone was just easier. I’d never had a girlfriend, never really wanted one. And it was clear Fiona wouldn’t take well to the idea. Not that it should bother me, but it did somehow.
We finished our meal and Fiona removed the dishes, setting them outside the door to be picked up later. “Shall I get your pills?” she asked.
“Sure.”
She returned a moment later with the few bottles, shaking the pills out into my hand. No matter how much trouble she was, she really was good to me. I dutifully swallowed down the handful.
“I can rub your back if you like,” Fiona said.
A massage sounded heavenly, but I had other plans tonight. “No, that’s okay.” I didn’t want to straight up ask her to leave, but I wasn’t above doing it if she didn’t take my subtle hints.
Fiona frowned and shifted a step toward the door. “Well, I guess I’ll go then.”
I nodded and walked her to the door. “Night, and thank you for dinner.”
“Of course.”
She kissed both my cheeks before heading out.
It was almost ten and I wondered if Emmy was asleep. She’d said before that I could text her if I couldn’t sleep. I wondered if that offer still stood, since she also told me we needed to keep things professional from now on. Too bad I had no plans of letting that happen.
A few minutes later, I’d brushed and flossed and crawled between the sheets with my phone. Flipping off the bedside lamp, the bluish glow from my phone illuminated the keypad enough to type.
Me: Hey sexy
I hit send and set the phone on my stomach, laying back to stare at the ceiling. I wondered if she’d be bold and return my text. Or if I’d be able to get to sleep tonight. Several long seconds later my phone chimed. The sound made me smile. She wasn’t immune to me, despite what she’d said.
Emmy: Hiiii
I grinned. Already I felt better. I could just hear her sweet southern accent drawing out the greeting. It was crazy how one simple word with several extra vowels could make me so happy.
Me: You’re still up?
Emmy: Nope. Sound asleep. ;)
Smartass. This girl made me smile. She didn’t tiptoe around me because of who I was and I liked that.
Emmy: Can’t sleep?
Me: Not tired yet
Emmy: Did you need something?;)
I smirked. Oh yeah, she wanted it. She might try to deny it and act uninterested, but I knew the truth. I could read her like a book.
Me: Yeah, send me a pic of your tits.
I knew it was crass, but something in me liked taunting her, wanted to see how she’d react. To my surprise, several seconds later a dark, grainy photo appeared. Emmy was dressed in a white tank top that was pulled low on her chest, exposing several inches of creamy smooth cle**age. I wanted to stick my face in between those beauties and smother them with kisses.
Me: Beautiful girl. Looks like you’re lying in bed. Why aren’t you sleeping?
Emmy: I was thinking about you, actually.
Me: Oh really? ;)
I needed to keep the upper hand, get her talking without giving too much away.
Emmy: Yes, and about the other night.
Me: Go on . . .
Emmy: You’re a good kisser.
Me: You’re sexy when you come.
Emmy: Ben . . .
Me: Yes darling?
Emmy: :)
Me: What’s your favorite sexual position?
Emmy: I like to be on top.
Me: Like it deep?
Emmy: Bennn . . .
I could practically hear the whimper in her tone, the way she’d moan my name. I liked it.
Emmy: Are you okay with girl on top?
Me: Yes. As long as you’re facing me so I can look into your eyes while I f**k you.
It’d be more fun to see her reactions in person, to watch her cheeks blossom in pink. To see if she’d look down shyly or be daring and watch me with those pretty gray eyes. Her eyes were so expressive, so open. I’d love to watch the desire overtake her features, to see just how much my words affected her. But for now, I’d have to settle for knowing she was a few floors below me, alone in her hotel room, her heartbeat elevated, and her panties damp.
Emmy: We shouldn’t do this.
Me: No?
Emmy: What’s your favorite?
I actually laughed out loud. One second she was telling me we couldn’t do this, and the next she was asking for my favorite sexual position. I loved how unsure she was. It was actually a turn-on to think I’d have to coax this girl out of her shell. Somehow I knew she’d be worth the effort.
Me: Probably cowgirl too. That way I can see all of the girl and control her body on me. Also it’s also easier for her to go as deep as she can take.
Emmy: Oh . . .
Me: Are you getting wet baby?
Emmy: Yes.
Fuck, that was sexy. Part of me wanted to tell her to rub herself, to get nice and wet for me, but I didn’t want to push her too hard, too fast. I couldn’t have her shutting down on me again.
While I considered what to type next my phone chimed again.
Emmy: You get me soaking wet so fast. Are you hard?
Me: I’m getting there . . .
It wasn’t a lie. She was getting me there. Just the thought of getting in her panties again, touching her soft curves.
Emmy: I wanna see . . .
:)
I trusted her, but the last thing I needed was a c**k shot ending up online. That’d be a publicity nightmare I didn’t need.
Emmy
I guess he had to be cautious with photos like that. He was a public figure after all, and could probably get in trouble. He was smart. I probably shouldn’t have been so willing to send him dirty pics, but something in me liked being naughty, liked knowing that I was turning him on.