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“Come on. I’m going to Wren’s. Come with me.”
“Hell no,” I snort. “I’m not going to third wheel you and Wren. Plus, I’m already in bed.”
“You’re boring as hell, El’s. And there’s no third wheeling me and Wren. We’re all friends.”
“I don’t want to choke on the sexual tension between you two.” I yawn into the phone. “Thanks for the invite. Night, baby.”
I hang up and stare at my phone. I could go on that kinky porn site I love. I could watch some of those videos that are the only things that have been satiating me for over four years.
Silently telling myselffuck it, I type in my favorite website. I love it for many reasons, including that it’s a kinky porn site run by women.
I type DDlg in the search bar and scroll past the videos I’ve already watched a million times. I skip the ones that go too far into the role play for me. I don’t want pigtails and pacifiers. I stop when I see the thumbnail of a girl tied to the bed on her back, a ball gag in her mouth, and withDaddy’s little slutscribbled with a marker on her chest.
My free hand is already slipping in my shorts when I click play onBad girl gets punished by Daddy.
The title already made me wet. Or maybe it’s the trip down memory lane thinking of Chris and me.
I press the pad of my index finger against my clit, delicately rubbing as I feel the first sparks lighting up my body.
The man on the screen grabs her breasts roughly, and I accelerate as she moans in pain and pleasure. He uses both hands to pinch her nipples and she screamssorry, Daddy!
I startle when Peach’s name suddenly appears on my screen again. I press decline, but my frantic heart feels caught in the act, and the pleasure dies a sudden death.
I huff, pulling my hand away from myself and locking my phone before slamming it on my bedside table.
I hope Chris is miserable right now. And I hope the sex with his girlfriend,Megan, is as disappointing as my miserable attempt at masturbating.
I drag the covers over my face, hating the reality I’m living in when my phone vibrates again.
“Oh my God, Peach.What?” I snap at my friend.
“Merry Christmas, Sweets.”
I can’t breathe for a few seconds. My heart starts beating rapidly against my ribcage, pumping blood so harshly my ears are ringing.
“It’s been a while.” That’s how all his drunken calls start. He tries to act normal, but I can hear the slight slur in his voice.
And I stay silent.
So he justifies himself.
“I just had a few drinks with Luke and the twins.”
I knew that.
For him to call, it must have been way more thana few.
“Luke told me about your dad insisting on changing your major. I’m sorry to hear. I know dance is everything to you.”
He must hear me struggling to take a breath because he chuckles to himself. “Come on, say something. Just this once. No one will hold it against you.”
“Your girlfriend might.”
I have never, ever, said anything in return. I listen to his drunken tirades, but I don’t talk. And when I can’t hear any more, I hang up on him.
I don’t know what’s with me tonight. Maybe it’s because I’m having a miserable Christmas Eve, and I wish he was here to make it better. My life is being turned upside down, why don’t I just keep fucking it up? Maybe I just…miss him.
“Ah, fuck,” he whispers into the phone. “I missed your voice so fucking much, Sweets.”
