“No. I just wanted to hear your sexy voice.”
“Do you want to meet up?” she asked.
“I wish. I have a deadline that was due last week.”
“You sound tired. Was it a big night?”
“Not in the fun sense.” As I reflected on my endless bullshitting at Cassandra’s college reunion, I debated whether to tell Ivy about the fake date. I decided against it, mainly because I was too tired to go into a lengthy explanation, despite having nothing to hide.
“I probably can’t catch up until the ball. I hope you don’t mind. I’ve somehow got to come up with a killer campaign by tonight. And my brain hurts.”
She laughed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No. But hey, if I think of something, I’ll call.”
“Okay. We’ll catch up on Saturday.”
“I’m sorry it’s not sooner. I could use a bit of your sexy energy.”
“That’s nice.”
Her breathy voice made my dick grow. “You sound really sexy.”
“I’m just being myself.”
“That’s why,” I said. “You’re unique.”
“In a nice way, I hope, and not as a euphemism for wacky.”
“Wacky’s hot.” I chuckled, stretching my arms. “So, what are you wearing?” I unzipped my jeans.
“Are we about to do phone sex?”
I could hear a smile in her voice.
“Only if you’d like,” I said.
“I’m in a short skirt and tank top.”
“Bra?”
“Nope.”
“Are your nipples poking through?”
“Now they are,” she said with a sexy giggle.
I ran my tongue over my lips. “I hope you’re not bending over in front of a horny stranger.”
“I am now. I forgot my panties, and I’m at the supermarket bending over to buy a nice big banana.”
I laughed and stroked my dick, while visualizing her tight, wet little slit. “You’re being a slut again.”
“Again?”
“Well, going out without your panties and bra in such a public place, I mean…” Heat raced down to my dick.
“Are you really hard?” she asked.