Her cell phone on her desk beeped. She grabbed and held it up to her face to activate it.
I miss you, glorious.
I miss you too, she tapped.
“Is it the guy?” Murph asked.
“Yeah, his regular lunchtime text.”
“Things going well?”
“Pretty well. I haven't seen him since right before Veteran’s Day. The blizzard really screwed stuff up at Urban Development. He calls at night sometimes from the office.”
She didn’t elaborate because those phone calls had led to several nights of phone sex. They’d start with him asking about her day, but then things would progress from there. At her command, he’d describe what he was wearing and what sex act he would be happy to perform. By the time she got off the phone, she’d usually be so hot and bothered she’d have to resort to her vibrator. The poor thing had been recharged twice these past two weeks.
Murph sat up. “What did you say?”
“Huh?” she looked at him in confusion.
“You said something… recargada.”
“Oh, nothing. Thinking out loud in Spanish.” She must have said the recharge sentence.
“Then things between you two are going well.”
“Yes, great,” she mumbled, adding “Estoy tan mojada todo el tiempo… I mean, I’m fine.”
“You sure about that? You lapse into Spanish when you get frustrated.”
She sat on the edge of her desk and beckoned him insider her office. He came in and closed the door.
“Can I ask you a question about guys? I’m not assuming anything about your preferences one way or another, but I could use advice.”
“I can try.”
“You see, we have a date to the Rocky Horror Picture Show tomorrow. The first two dates were really smoking hot. Umm… is it normal for a guy to not put out once he’s gotten the girl naked?”
“Naked?” he asked.
This was certainly a terrible idea to ask, yet here she was. “Nevermind. Pretend I didn’t ask.”
“You’ve gotten naked with your boyfriend but never finished?”
“Oh, no. I’ve finished. Several times. The way he uses his mouth… I mean, we’ve done lots of sexy stuff, but he keeps drawing the line at sex.”
“But you want sex.”
“Is it weird? To do everything except sex?” She paused for a second. “Actually, I’ve never seen him finish.”
“Does he have his pieces?”
“Yes, unless he carries a boa constrictor in there. It moves on its own, so I doubt it’s a hand puppet. Do guys equate sex and commitment?" she asked.
"Are you asking if every guy is a dog who doesn't care what hole he puts his stick in?"
"Which makes me sound like a horrible person," Lillian couldn'tbelieve she’d voiced any of this, but Murph was so easy to talk to.
"You are anything but a horrible person." He leaned against her door. "I have to ask. Why does it bother you so much for him to wait to have sex with you?"
