“Seriously? That’s hot.” She giggles and I quickly snap a pic and send it to her.
“Oh, come on. Plaid jammies? Geez, Ethan, you don’t play fair,” she complains but I hear the laughter in her voice.
“Told you, all plaid.” I drop my voice low for the last two words and Summer loses it, laughing hysterically.
“Hey, this was meant to be a sexy call.”
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop,” she says in between chuckles. “Okay. I’m good. So, how was your day?”
“How was my day. That’s what you want to talk about? Well, let’s see. I spent it wading in an inch of cold, muddy water, cleaning up boxes of random shit that my aunt has been collecting. I got to drink weak-ass coffee because dear old Marilyn doesn’t know how to makerealcoffee, and for dinner I got an overcooked pot roast instead of the salmon bake I was going to make for us.”
“Poor baby. I wish I was there to make it better,” she murmurs, and the whole tone of our conversation turns.
“Yeah? How would you do that?”
“Well, first, I’d repay the orgasm you gave me the other day at the resort.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “I’ve thought about that a lot.”
“Mmm. Me too,” I rumble, reaching down to free my cock from my pants. “I’ve thought about how wet you were, how fuckin’ good you tasted. I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll feel when I finally slide my dick inside.”
Summer gasps, then lets out a little moan.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Mmm hmm,” she says, and my hand squeezes around my dick.
“Good. Imagine it’s my hands sliding under your panties. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she says, and it comes out as a moan of a word. “Are you hard for me?”
“Fuck, Summer, if I was any harder, I could pound nails with my dick.”
“God, Ethan. I wish I could feel you.”
“You will, soon. I promise. I want your hands on me, and my mouth on you.”
Her moans give me all the inspiration I need, and my hand quickens its motions, pulling up and down my cock. I would give anything for it to be her hand, or better yet her body, squeezing me right now. But maybe what she said earlier is right. Anticipation can only make things better.
“Ethan, I’m close,” she cries out.
“I’m right there with you, shorty,” I manage to ground out the words as a lightning fast orgasm comes barrelling toward me.
Summer’s moans escalate, and I hear the catch in her voice when she cascades over the edge into her release and I follow with my own orgasm.
“Wow, that was fast,” Summer says breathlessly.
“I can’t help it, you’re so goddamn sexy, I’ve turned into a two-pump chump,” I chuckle wryly. “I promise to last longer when we’re together for real.”
“I’m not exactly complaining, now am I?”
My laugh comes out half groan, half rumble. “I do think I need a different nickname for you. Shorty isn’t exactly the sexiest name, is it?”
“No, but I like it,” she says quietly. “You’re the only person who has ever called me that, and it’s…I don’t know…special. Our friendship feels like the foundation of this new relationship, and I don’t want to ever lose sight of that.”
I’m stunned into silence. I never realized it, but she’s right.
“Shorty it is.” I say, unable to think of anything better to respond with.
We’re both silent for a moment, and I hope she’s experiencing the same kind of intense connection that I am right now, despite us being many miles apart.
