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I try to reassure myself. I’m a grown ass woman and this isn’t all that unusual, if Elise can be believed. I can do this. Worst-case scenario, I make a fool of myself, hang up, and never talk to him again. Best-case, this could be just what I need. There’s no worries about a relationship here. Intimate, but totally secure because it’s casual. There’s no concerns of whether he’s going to cheat on me because there’s no commitment to be more than just this. Faceless, no strings, just his velvet voice softening all the anger and disappointment from the last few weeks, getting me off and making my pussy throb in the best of ways. Resolving myself to go through with this, I feel a thrill of excitement rush through me.
Walking quickly down the hall to my room, I sink into the fluffiness of my soft white comforter, perching on the edge of the bed. “I’m here. What about you? Where are you?”
There’s a sound in the background of someone walking, then a settling sound before Derrick replies. “I’m in my bedroom. I’m lying back on my bed, propped up on the pillows. What are you wearing?”
I look down at my dowdy work-from-home outfit of a tank top and Winnie the Pooh pajama pants that’s decidedly unsexy, and I decide to lie. I don’t want to kill the mood. “I’m wearing a sexy pajama set with little boy shorts and a crop top. The boy shorts keep riding up, showing more and more of my ass.”
Derrick laughs a bit, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “Kitty Kat, I don’t want you to create some fake story about what you think is sexy. Right here in this moment, all I’m thinking about is you and what’s real. What do you really have on?”
I smirk, knowing I’m busted but somehow, the fact that he wants the truth puts me at ease and sends another little flutter through my belly. “Loose pajama pants and a black tank top. But . . .” I bite my lip, letting the tease build for a split second before continuing, “I don’t have a bra on. The girls are free, perky under my favorite black tank.”
“Mmm, that’s more like it. A natural woman is always better than some fantasy,” Derrick says, making my breath catch. Does he understand that he’s a fantasy himself right now? If he does, he’s not letting on. “How big are your tits? Small little handfuls, medium ripe melons, or large mouthfuls I can bury my face in and feast upon until my lips ache? Be real.”
I look down, knowing that I’m curvy in all the right places, but I want to do this right, whatever the hell that means. “They’re definitely more than a handful. I wouldn’t say they’re huge, but I’d love for you take in a mouthful and suck and lick them.”
I can hear the tension in Derrick’s voice at my little secret, and he hums for a moment. I can imagine him adjusting himself, picturing me in his head. “Take your shirt off and tease your nipples so they’re stiff and achy for me.”
As I do what he asks, a small sigh escapes my mouth, and I know he heard it. “That’s it, Kitty Kat. Imagine your hands are mine, running through your cleavage and pinching those needy nipples.” I whimper, rolling my left nipple between my fingers and watching the dark pink nub turn almost red. “Soothe the shock of pain away. You’re not gonna hurt yourself. Just enough to let the sensations mix.”
I keep rubbing, arching my back into my own hands as I flip it on him. I love feeling the warm touch of fingers on my skin, but I want more. “Your turn. Take your shirt off.”
He chuckles, adjusting himself by the sound of it. “Already done, Kitty Kat. I took my shirt off when I told you to.”
Feeling bold, I follow up, my knees parting on their own as I undo the bow tie at the waistband of my pants. “All right, move your hands down your chest and belly to your waist. What kind of pants do you have on?”
There’s the sound of a belt buckle being released, and in my mind’s eye, I can see it, black leather and shiny as it dangles from the belt loops. “Black denim Levi’s.”
Black denim? Holy shit, he knows just what to say. “Slip them down and off.”
There’s a rustle on his end of the line, then his voice comes back strong. “Kat, I’d ask if I should take my underwear off too, but it seems that the same way you were letting your tits free, I’m commando over here too.”
The thought of him lying naked in his bed is doing crazy things to my head and especially to my body. I smile to myself, knowing I want to push him the way he pushed me with his questions about my breasts. My pussy flutters in my panties as I mewl like a kitten, hungry for him.
