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She looked away for a second, then shook her head with a rueful laugh. “No, I was just…talking, I guess. You asked if I wanted to chat, and I thought it sounded so good just to see you, but then I kind of panicked because I wasn’t completely sure what I would say.” She shrugged one shoulder, bare except for the thin strap of her skimpy tank top. “I guess I’m glad you called me on it, though.”
I laughed. “Okay, that’s more like you.” I paused. “I really missed you, actually. You look beautiful tonight.” She always did.
She smiled back at me, straightening up a little in front of the camera. Her breasts, with no bra to restrain them, swayed gently with the slight movement, and I couldn’t resist looking away from her face to see them. Too fast for her to notice, I hoped.
“You look really good too, Clive,” she said, then paused, like she was collecting her thoughts and words. “I wanted to talk to you about…about everything. About us.”
I leaned closer to the screen and rested my elbows on my knees. “What have you been thinking?”
Next to her, a fluffy cat with fur in variegated shades of brown sauntered into the frame, and she absently reached over to scratch its head. It butted against her affectionately, purring so loudly that I could hear it through the video chat.
“I’ll regret it if we don’t…explore what this could be,” she said carefully. “There’s no one else I want but you. I can’t predict how things will work out, but I don’t want to live my life wondering what I could have had. What we could have had.”
Her fingers stilled on the cat’s fur, but she still held on, like he was the only thing keeping her in place right then.
“I—" I said haltingly. “I feel that way, too. Like I want to figure this out with you, however it happens.” I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing at all, but I want to figure it out.” And hopefully I wouldn’t hurt her in the process, or the long run, if things didn’t work out.
She smiled again, big and radiant this time as she nudged the cat away. “Then that’s good enough, Clive.”
She settled back into the pillow on her bed and crossed her arms idly, pushing one breast up until I could almost see the nipple over the loose neckline of her light tank top. A single deep breath brought them even higher, until one rosy areola peeked above the fabric.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed as my dick hardened in my loose pants. “Don’t move, Frankie.”
“Don’t what?” she said, frowning with confusion. “Why?”
I smiled sheepishly. “Just enjoying a little show.”
She looked down, her thick ponytail bouncing with the movement, then snorted a laugh as she uncrossed her arms. “For crying out loud, Clive,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You can’t blame me.” I sat up and pulled my shirt off, revealing the bare expanse of my tattooed chest and arms. “There, how’s that?”
The smile fell off her face as she focused in on my bare skin. Her fingers gripped the hem of her tank top as she stared.
“I like that much better,” she finally said.
Then, she pulled the tank top over her head. Her breasts bounced with the movement, and—oh, fuck, they were just as lush as I remembered, I thought with a stifled groan. I palmed my suddenly aching cock, not even attempting to disguise what I was doing.
“Touch your nipples,” I said, still rubbing my dick through my sweatpants.
Her eyes glazed over with undiluted lust as she brought her hands up to her perfect breasts to trace her fingers around her hard peaks, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. Her lashes fell half-mast, and her mouth opened slightly, tongue darting out to moisten her lips as her breathing sped up.
I slid my hand under the waistband of my pants and gripped my dick. “Your turn.” I grinned wickedly, already enjoying this sexy game we were about to play.
Her smile was equally naughty. “Show me your big, fat cock.”
The demand was soft, nearly whispered, but hit me like a thunderbolt all the same, and my erection grew impossibly harder as I withdrew my hand from my pants and lifted my hips to pull them, and my boxers, down and off. My cock bobbed in the dim light, fluid already streaming from the tip as I wrapped my fist around the hot length and pumped slowly, my eyes still fixed on Frankie’s naked breasts.
“Your turn again,” she said in a sultry tone.
“Do you have a vibrator?” I asked raggedly.
Frankie nodded and a mischievous smile curled her lips. She set her laptop a foot or so away from her so I had a full-length view of her body before she reached over to her nightstand. She opened the drawer and rummaged around, and when her hand emerged, she held a slim purple wand.
“Oh, Frankie,” I said with a smirk. “Does that really do the job for you? Or do you just miss me when you use it?”
She huffed a laugh as she settled back against the pillows again, then flicked a hidden switch at the tip. A powerful buzz sounded, audible even over our connection.
“Believe me,” she said, extending her hand down to run the humming toy over the front of her panties. “This thing might look small, but it gives great orgasms. Maybe I should show you.”
