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“Stop. Show me. Spread those lips and show me.”
With two hands, I pull my labia wide so he can see every bit of pink flesh.
“Fuck.”
I brush the pad of my finger over my clit.
“Yes, keep doing that. I want to see you come. Rub that little button until you’re ready to explode.”
I use two fingers to circle the hard nub to the music of Kris’s heavy breathing in my ears, rotating them faster and faster. Tossing my head back, I pant.
“Plunge them back inside. Deep. Hard. Pretend it’s me fucking you.”
I do as he asks. A violent shudder racks my body. My breathing is short and urgent, and a climax draws close.
“Don’t stop, Joy. Don’t you stop until you’re coming hard around your fingers.”
Alternating between my clit and vagina, I work until I’m clenching around the two digits, pulsing with my release. I’m breathing heavily.
Kris is groaning, and I raise my head in time to see him reach his orgasm. I can’t see his hand or anything below his mid-section, but his upper body jerks in time with his movements. With a gut-wrenching grunt, he stills. His eyes are squeezed shut. His lips are a thin, tight line.
Neither of us says a word until our breathing returns to normal.
I sit in my chair, my feet planted back on the floor.
Kris finally raises his eyes and looks at me. There’s a teasing glint there. “I think this was a good meeting.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “Yes, it was a great meeting.”
“I think we should have more of these.”
“I would like that.”
We say our goodbyes and leave the meeting.
I flop back in my chair. Well, I guess there’s hope for something between us after all.
5
Kris
I was still reeling following yesterday’s ‘meeting’ with Joy. Work didn’t come up at all.
I wondered if I’d gone too far or crossed some unspoken line that would now mean the end of my job, the end of our friendship. We’ve been like two horny teenagers, exploring each other’s bodies virtually in ways I’ve only dreamed of. Joy has been so open and playful, and I’ve been able to let go of all my inhibitions like never before. She masturbated again for me. I did it for her. We masturbated together, the intensity of the pleasure overwhelming to the point I saw stars. I’ve never felt that kind of connection with anyone before.
We are making great progress with our project, and the book is launching next week. Today is our final meeting to confirm the details before we finish the author's itinerary and check with the various blogs and news stations.
My computer chirps, letting me know I’ll see Joy in just a few minutes. I do a breath and pit check, laughing that I’m taking that extra step when we aren’t even in the same space.
The video screen pops up, and there’s my beautiful Joy. Only she doesn’t look alright today. She doesn’t even glance up at the screen.
“I’ve got my notes here, just a second.” She flips through her notebook. “I, ah, I just need to check with the bloggers scheduled for next week. And that promo tour company got back to me. I think we can use them for the latter half of the event. Or maybe we can have them focus on something new.”
“Joy, stop.”
She glances up. “What?”
I lean closer, peering at my screen. “What’s wrong? You’ve been crying.” Her eyes are red and puffy. She looks like she hasn’t slept.
