by Abbi Hemp
“Because you’re attracted to a man like me?”
“Geez. You are full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I’m good at what I do.”
“Look, Tony. You’re great. Really. But…”
“Tell you what,” I interrupted. “Call me when you’re settled at home, and I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Really?”
“Really. This is something no one else knows at the moment.”
I smiled to myself.
“Okay. Give me about five minutes. Bye.”
She ended the call. I stared up at the ceiling, unable to wait even three-hundred seconds to talk to her again. The image of my fingers rubbing against her pussy in the pool would not go away.
Four minutes and twenty seconds later, I called her again.
“Hey, I’m walking in now. What’s your secret?”
“Are you sitting down and comfortable?”
“No, I’m walking in. Just tell me.”
“You should be sitting down.”
She sighed. “Fine. Hold on.”
Seconds ticked by.
“Okay, I’m on the couch. What’s up?”
“Me.”
“Excuse me?”
“That moment in the pool. You can’t say it didn’t affect you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I really don’t.”
I threw my towel back, exposing my cock.
“You ran out so quickly earlier.”
“Your friends came over.”
“Yeah, but I thought we could continue now.”
“What do you mean?”
“On the phone.”
“On the phone? I don’t understand?”
I wrapped my fingers around my cock.
“Talk dirty to me.”
She went silent. My heart beat faster as I waited.
“I called to interview you for my story.”
“I know, but you got me so excited in the pool. Are you saying you didn’t feel it?”
She sighed again.
“We don’t have to tell anyone. It’s safe this way. My cock is in my hand right now.”
“I should go…”
She did not end the call. I moaned.
“What are you wearing?”
“Really? Seriously?”
“Come on. You can’t tell me you’ve never done this before.”
“I haven’t,” she said.
“You should try. It’s easy.”
“This isn’t right…”
“I’m stroking myself now.”
“Describe it,” she said.
“My cock feels warm in my hand. It’s getting harder.”
“Go on…” she said softly.
“If you were here, I’d ask you to kiss it.”
“Uh huh…”
“And I would taste every inch of your body.”
“I hate my body.”
“Are you serious? You’re so perfect and beautiful.”
“Go on…”
“I’d start at your lips, kissing you passionately. Then I’d move to your neck.”
“Lower,” she whispered.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’d run my tongue over your nipples, making them hard and enjoying them.”
“Tony,” she moaned.
I stroked faster, my cock rock hard at the thought of her touching her pussy.
“My kisses move to your stomach then lower. I can smell your sex so fresh and clean.”
“Yes…”
“I’m licking your pussy now, teasing you.”
As her moans filled the phone, I lifted my hand to my mouth and spit in it.
“What are you doing right now?” she asked.
“I’m getting my dick wet with my spit, wishing it was yours.”
“Describe it.”
“It feels good as my fingers run up and down the smooth shaft. It’s so hard. What about you?”
“God, I’m wet!” she exclaimed. “Don’t stop talking.”
I moaned more loudly as I continued stroking.
“When you’re wet and ready, I get between your legs, teasing your pussy with the tip of my dick.”
“Yes…”
“I enter you in one quick motion. My dick is so hard. And you’re so wet and tight. It’s perfect.”
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
“I’m fucking you so hard right now.” I glanced down at my hand flying up and down my cock. “What about you?”
“It feels so good,” she whined. “Fuck me harder.”
“You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”
“It’s good,” she said, breathing heavily. “So good.”
“I wish you were here.”
“I’m so close.”
“Me too. Keep going. Let’s come together. I can feel myself inside you, thrusting in and out.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
“You’re going to come so hard.”
My balls clenched up as I got closer to my orgasm.
“I’m close,” I said, breathing heavily too.
Her moans coming from my cell on speakerphone were music to my ears.
“Wait for me…”
“I’d wait forever for someone like you.”
“Oh, Tony, this is so wrong…”
“But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I closed my eyes, imagining her naked body. As I pretended it was her hand and not mine rubbing my dick up and down, I felt myself approaching the moment of no return.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Now. Do it now! I’m coming!”
Two more tugs, and I exploded, my warm, white cum shooting up into the air before landing on my stomach so thick and creamy. At the same time, she screamed out, panting heavily.
Both of us were silent for a moment as we enjoyed the afterglow. I heard her soft moans on the other end of the line. They gradually quieted down.
“Are you still there?” I asked.
“Yeah…” she answered.
“You okay?”
“Just confused. We shouldn’t have done this. I’m not even sure why…”
“It’s fine,” I said. “We don’t have to tell anyone, and it doesn’t mean we’re going to hook up.”
“Oh? You’re done with me now, huh? I feel so used.”
“That’s not what I meant at all. I want more – the real thing – but it’s your choice.”
“It wouldn’t work,” she said.
“Why? Because I’m a dumb jock?”
“No. That’s not it at all.” She paused. “I have to go. I’ll call you soon so we can do another interview.”
“Don’t go,” I pleaded to no avail.
After she ended the call, I took a few deep breaths before going to clean myself off in the shower. All the while, I wasn’t able to stop thinking about her.
Why am I so hung up on this woman?
None of it made sense, but I wasn’t complaining. At least not too much.
EIGHT
Tony
A Week Later
Seven days after having phone fun with Andrea, she still wasn’t answering my calls or text messages. Had I taken it too far? What was her problem? I decided to call and ask her out again. The story she had published about me was super short and nothing amazing, but I wanted to see her.
I’d not been able to stop thinking about our shared orgasms since they happened, especially since I was suspended and had very little else to do on a daily basis. In order to take our relationship to the next level, I chartered a helicopter to take us to a cabin in the mountains.
When I finally got in touch with her, she had resisted the idea at first, but I promised an exclusive story. I had no idea what to tell her, but it worked. She agreed to come with me for a weekend. Everything was set. Once I got my dick inside her, I’d be able to move on and forget her.
I hated that my mind worked
that way, but over the years, I’d realized most women only wanted one thing – my money. Why was it wrong for me to only want one thing from them? I wondered as the limousine I’d rented took me to her house.
Her front door opened and she came out before I had a chance to walk up and knock. I went over and offered to take her suitcase.
“Thanks,” she said.
“You know we’re just going for the weekend, right? What on earth do you have packed in here?”
“Just the essentials.”
I lugged the suitcase to the limousine where the driver had the trunk open. After I put it in and he closed the lid, I followed her into the back of the car. As it started off toward the airport where I’d chartered a helicopter, I turned to her.
“Thanks for coming with me.”
“Well, my journalist salary doesn’t afford me many opportunities to get away.”
I nodded.
“And we can get to know each other better for my next story.”
“Is that the only reason you came?”
“No,” she said, staring into my eyes. “I like you.”
I grinned and put my hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“I like you too.”
“Let’s not make this weirder than it already is, okay?”
“Sure,” I said, moving my hand away.
“I’ve been working so hard. That’s why I didn’t call after…”
Her voice trailed off.
“After our phone fun?”
“If that’s what you want to call it, yeah.”
“It was fucking amazing is what it was,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ve not touched myself like that since I was a teenager.”
“Where are we staying this weekend?” she asked, suddenly changing the subject.
“It’s a cabin I rent sometimes.”
“You bring a lot of women up there, do you?”
“No. Actually, you’ll be the first. I usually go up there alone to get away from people and reconnect with nature.”
She tilted her head and peered at me. I reached over and moved a strand of her auburn hair out of her eyes.
“You don’t seem like the nature-boy type to me.”
“Well, it would be a nature-MAN, but yeah…I like the outdoors.”
“Me too. I love being active, but I can’t ski.”
“There’s more to do in the mountains than just skiing.”
She turned to look out her window. I sat back and stretched out my feet, happy to be spending some time with her. If all went to plan, I’d fuck her and be able to finally get her out of my mind.
“Are you from Colorado?” I asked.
“No,” she answered, still looking outside. “I’m from Ohio.”
“Interesting.”
“Not really. Ohio is crazy. It’s why I came out here.”
“Let me guess. Right after they legalized weed?”
She turned to me.
“No. I don’t like weed or other drugs. A little alcohol now and then.”
I nodded, unconsciously falling a little deeper in love with her.
“It’s important to take care of the body.”
“You’ve taken good care of yours,” she said, stealing a quick glance at my crotch.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Andrea.”
She smiled before turning to look out the window again. We drove the rest of the way to the airport in silence, which was perfectly fine with me.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
As the helicopter flew toward the private cabin I occasionally rented, I watched the joy and excitement on her face as she stared out the window at the ground below.
“This is so beautiful,” she said.
“Nature in all her glory. No cell signals or electricity up here either.”
She turned to face me.
“What? You didn’t tell me that.”
“I forgot,” I lied. “You can go a couple days without modern conveniences, right?”
We stared at each other in silence for a moment.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said, turning to look out the window.
“Trust me. You’re going to want to do this even more once you experience it.”
“I’m just worried about my boss at work,” she said. “If he calls, and I don’t answer…”
“He calls you after hours?”
“I’m a journalist. He can call me whenever he wants. As a woman in the sports department, I’m still not given any respect. At least not easily. I have to earn it, which means doing whatever it takes.”
“Sounds horrible.”
She turned back around.
“What about you? Are you saying you have freedom at work?”
“Well, no, but…”
“But nothing,” she interrupted. “All you football players are the same.”
“Wow. I didn’t expect that from you.”
“What?” she asked. “The truth.”
“The blunt truth, I guess. It’s nice.”
“Get used to more of it.”
“I will.” I pointed out the window. “There’s the cabin.”
We both watched as the cabin grew in size as we approached.
* * *
She stood next to me on the back patio of the cabin, watching as the helicopter rose into the air and flew away. I bent to pick up her suitcase and mine.
“I forgot how cold it gets up here,” she said, rubbing her gloved hands together.
“Let’s get inside. I’ll start a fire.”
“Sounds good. You were kidding about the no electricity, right?”
I laughed.
“Yeah, but there’s no cell service and no computers.”
“That’s fine with me. I brought a paperback or two.”
“I’ll have to borrow one from you,” I said, stopping at the back door to the cabin.
“They’re romance novels. I don’t think you would get into them.”
“I’ll read anything if I’m bored.”
After setting the suitcases down, I retrieved the key to the cabin out of my pocket and unlocked the door. She walked into the darkness as soon as I opened it. I followed her, carrying out suitcases.
“There should be a light switch to the left,” I said as the lights came on. “You found it.”
“Nice kitchen,” she said, looking around.
“I’ll take these to our rooms.”
She nodded as I walked past her. One of the reasons she had agreed to come with me was the fact there were two bedrooms on the second floor of the wood cabin.
I dropped our suitcases off into our respective rooms then went back downstairs. She was bent over the fireplace in the living room, stuffing crumpled paper into the bottom.
“Let me get that,” I said, walking over.
“It’s fine. I’ve started plenty of fires before.”
I bet you have, I thought, admiring her ass as she worked.
“You better not be staring at my huge ass,” she said as if she could read my thoughts.
I chuckled.
“I’m not, but it’s not that big.”
She straightened her body and turned to me with a hand on her hip.
“Excuse me? It’s huge and you know it.”
I raised my hands.
“You win. It’s a fine, huge ass.”
“Remember, I want the truth.”
As she returned to the fire, I went into the kitchen to make sure the shelves and refrigerator were stocked. We both worked quietly.
* * *
We sat next to each other on a comfortable cloth couch facing the fireplace. Shadows danced around the room as the flames flickered and the wood popped and snapped.
“This is so beautiful,” she said then took another sip of wine.
“I told you.”
“You always have to be right, don’t you?”
“Not always, but I usually am.”
“You’re so confident. I wish I could be like you.”
She turned to look at me, half-full wine glass still in her hands.
“Yeah? Why not?”
“I’m a dumb jock, right? That’s what you and everyone else thinks about people like me.”
“That’s not true,” she said.
“How do you see me?”
She giggled. I smiled.
“What’s so funny?”
“You, silly. People think you’re this tough bad boy, but you’re not.”
“What am I?”
“You’re sweet and thoughtful.”
I watched as she turned her beautiful head toward the fire and took another drink of wine.
“Well, I’m not sure I agree with you, but thanks.”
She yawned.
“We should get to bed. I want to show you the sunrise in the morning.”
“I’ve seen the sunrise before,” she giggled.
I turned to look into her eyes.
“Have you seen it in the mountains? It’s stunning.”
“If you can wake me up that early, I’ll watch it with you.”
“Deal,” I said as she stood up. “I’m going to have one more drink.”
She walked away toward the stairs leading up to the second level. I watched her ass sashay back and forth, wondering why she wasn’t coming on to me.
Should I take control and go to her?
The thought intrigued me. Ugly Anthony stirred between my legs.
NINE
Andrea
I grabbed the railing to steady myself as I climbed the stairs. At the top, I peeked into the first room and saw my suitcase laying on the bed. Why did I even come here?
The question went unanswered as I opened the brown, leather suitcase and took out my silk pajamas and one of the romance novels I’d brought along.
As I dressed, I remembered Scott’s warning that I had to come up with a sensational story about Tony Carlotti. With school loan debt hanging over my head, losing my job wasn’t an option.
At the same time, I did not like the idea of screwing over Tony for personal gain. He was turning out to be different than I had imagined. For one thing, he hadn’t made a move downstairs.
One glass of wine had given me a decent buzz, which always made me horny. Who needs him, I thought as I got under the covers. The lamp on a nightstand to my left let off just enough light.
