“Huh?”
“You’ve been spending more time at Yolanda’s than you have here.” His uncle raised his thick brow.
Lawrence’s face heated. He turned and focused on a painting on the wall. “Well, she only has Buster. You guys have each other. I thought I would just keep her company.” Good excuse.
“Aww, that’s sweet, honey. You’ve always looked out for her interests.” Aunt Lizzy said.
“Uh…yeah. Okay, let me get upstairs. Got a lot to catch up on.”
He couldn’t get out of the room fast enough.
Chapter Ten
Yolanda had just finished some graphics when her phone rang. Without checking the caller ID, she answered, her attention still on the computer screen. “Hello?”
“Hey, Yolanda. I’m going to the grocery store. Want to come with me? You mentioned the other day your fridge was bare.” She giggled.
Her stomach clenched. Liz. Oh God. The last person she wanted to talk to, let alone be with right now. They would engage in gossip as usual. What would Yolanda say? “By the way, Lawrence dry fucked me on the kitchen counter last night, and I enjoyed every minute of it”? Or how about, “I ran upstairs for a cold shower ’cause he got me so hot”?
Of course, the clincher would be that she’d pulled out her trusty toy and masturbated like a whore in heat. She’d come twice, nearly screaming at the top of her lungs and each time thinking about Lawrence.
She couldn’t believe how she’d tossed and thrashed on the bed, pumping her extra-long plastic cock inside her like there was no tomorrow. And all the while she’d kept the image of him coming out of the shower naked in the forefront of her mind.
Damn! She’d had four freakin’ orgasms in one day, two of which she gave to herself while thinking about one man—Lawrence.
“Yolanda?”
She shook her head and gawked at the receiver in her hand. “Oh, sorry. I was…putting the finishing touches on a graphic.”
“No prob. I’m not leaving for another hour. I’ll see you then.” Liz disconnected.
This was not good.
Exactly an hour after she’d changed her clothes, the honk of Liz’s horn broke the evening silence. She took a deep breath and walked out the door. Grocery shopping was going to be interesting.
***
“Oh, great! They finally have my favorite cookies on sale.” Liz reached past Yolanda.
“That’s nice.”
Liz tossed the box in her basket and stared at her.
“What?” Yolanda asked, moving out of the way for another patron.
“You’ve been quiet since you got in my car. And I barely see anything in your cart.” She narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on? You feeling okay?”
Yolanda had tried not to act like anything bothered her, but in doing so, she guessed she must have seemed like a zombie. She just felt…weird, being with her best friend and knowing her nephew had brought her to climax on the kitchen counter. “I think I might be coming down with something.” She faked a sneeze.
“Oh dear. There’s a bug going around. We’ll head for the pharmacy and grab you some cold medicine. Besides, we want you well for Lawrence’s welcome-home party. Oh, by the way. He wanted me to tell you he’ll call you tonight around eleven or so. He wanted to make sure you would be home.”
“Oh?” She placed her items on the checkout belt.
“Yeah, he said he had some questions regarding your web designing. You know, nerd stuff. No offense.” She chuckled.
“I see.” She wondered what he could be calling about. Maybe he’d figured out an answer to this crazy mess. She handed the cashier her coupons and tried to pretend the conversation wasn’t stressing her out. “Well, I’ll be home for sure.”
“As always, instead of on a date with a good man,” Liz said, rummaging through her wallet. “You need to get out more instead of being in front of your laptop all day and night.”
Yolanda frowned. She didn’t need any harassment right now. “Liz, what did I tell you?”
“Okay. I promise no more badgering.” She grabbed her basket and strolled out the door ahead of her.
Guilt washed over her. Maybe she’d overreacted. She caught up to her friend in the parking lot. “I’m fine really. I’m not looking for a relationship at the moment. I have so many huge projects coming up, I don’t have the time.”
Liz shook her head as she set her bags in the truck of the car. “I know there’s a man out there waiting for you.”
Yeah, there is. He’s your nephew.
Back home, she put away her groceries and checked her emails. The client wanted something new—again. Change number four. Ka-ching!
She went to work, typing in codes and downloading more vids. By the time she was done, the clock struck ten-thirty. After powering down her laptop, she stretched. She was still curious about the late-night phone call.
Heading upstairs to her bedroom, she grabbed her gown off the chair, and slipped it on. She’d just finished her nighttime routine and crawled into bed when her phone rang. She glanced at the clock. Eleven on the dot.
“Hello?”
“Hello, sweetheart.” His voice was smooth as fresh-brewed coffee.
“Hello.” She prided herself for not sounding nervous. “Is there any particular reason why you wanted to call me at such a late hour?”
“Yes, but I hope I’m not keeping you from any needed sleep.”
“No, I’m wide awake.” The sound of Lawrence’s voice could bring the comatose back to consciousness.
He laughed. “Did you mention anything to Lizzy when you two went out?”
“Of course not. Besides, I’m sure you would have known if I had. She probably would have come into the house screaming.”
“Or walked in like a zombie from shock.”
In spite of herself, she had to smirk, agreeing with the latter scenario.
“To be honest, I haven’t figured out anything yet.” He sighed. “But that’s not why I called you.”
“Oh?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice. I wanted you to hear mine. I just wanted to talk.”
Too sweet. Even her last boyfriend hadn’t done that. In fact, when she called him late at night, she always woke him up, and he made it a point to tell her so. Jerk.
“What would you like to talk about?”
“Part of me wants to come over there. I’m in the guest bedroom, and Lizzy and Hank are still up. I can tell them I’m coming over to check something with your graphics.”
“So what’s keeping you?” Did she just ask that? For some reason, she was feeling naughty.
“Don’t tease me. I’m trying to think rationally. If I come over there, we won’t be talking. I’ll be making love to you.”
Just that quickly, her arousal kicked in. My God, what he did to her. “Come to think of it, maybe coming over wouldn’t be a good idea.” She wasn’t sure if she was actually prepared to have sex with him. But her curiosity was piqued.
“Will it ever be a good idea?”
“After we tell Liz and Hank.”
Lawrence blew out a breath. “I can’t wait that long.”
She couldn’t either. The longer they put off telling them about their attraction for each other, the more strained their feelings for each would become. “What else can we do?”
“I have an idea. Something to get us through the dry spells, so to speak.” The sound of him moving around floated across the line.
“Are you sure Liz and Hank can’t hear you?”
“Oh, I’m very positive. In fact, hold on.” The sound of a door closing and some other rattling going on crackled over the phone line. “Okay, back.”
“What did you do?” she asked.
“I checked down the hall then shut and locked my door. Now, we have complete privacy.”
“Oh. I see.”
“Do you?” A smirk rang in his voice.
“What do you mean?” Her insides literally vibrated with excitement.
“I want to do something. I just wonder if you’re game.”
Yolanda bit her lower lip. She had no idea where the conversation was going, but then realization dawned on her. “Oh. Wow, I’ve never done that before.”
“Really? Not even with your past boyfriends?”
“No.”
“Damn, talk about dull. Aren’t you glad you’re with a guy who’s adventurous?”
“Really, Lawrence.” He was too honest and blunt for her taste. “I mean, we just never had time. Between my work and their business, we were too tired.”
“I would always find time for you. Well, don’t worry. I’ll get you tired but not from work. So, are you game?”
Hmm, could be fun. Besides, she was curious about what he could do over the phone.
“I’m alone in bed,” he purred.
“You do know that waiting for you has made me so wet, don’t you?” Just saying those words to him made her feel naughty.
“And you have no idea how fucking hard I am. I’m unzipping my pants. Are you naked?”
Wow, straight to the point and not wasting time. She sat up and stripped her nightgown over her head. “Yes I am, spread out on the bed, too.”
“How I would love to see you up close and personal. And what are you doing all spread out and naked?”
“I’ve been touching my nipples, making them hard, running my fingers over my tummy.” She couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with this. He body got hot immediately, and she felt prickly again.
“Is your hand going any lower?”
“No, I want to. But I don’t want to come without you.”
“Really? Well, I’m here to please. Spread your lips open for me and slide a finger in. Play with your clit, too.”
She’d never felt so…wanton. “Oh! I'm soaked. My pussy wants your cock so badly.”
“And I want to fuck you so bad,” he said, his voice strained. “I want to push my dick all the way inside you.”
“Ah God, yes! I'm fingering fucking myself. Mmm.”
“Fuck, I’m leaking precum. I’m smearing it over the tip and stroking my shaft, thinking how good it would feel inside you.”
She wanted to pass out just hearing that. His voice was so deep, sexy. “Oh God.” She couldn’t believe Lawrence had gotten her into a frenzy over the phone. This was almost as good as the real thing.
“Do you have any toys?”
“Mmm, yeah I do. With fresh batteries.”
“Good. Go get the biggest one you can find.”
Rolling over to the side of the bed, she reached into the end table and pulled out the biggest vibrator she owned. She wondered just how big he really was. She hadn’t been able to get a grip on him through his jeans the other day. Oh man! “Okay, I got it.”
“That would be me. Slowly put it in your wet pussy. Slide it in and out for me, baby, but don’t turn it on yet.”
She did, savoring the feel of the ridges on the dildo rubbing along the sides of her slick walls. “Oh, I wish it were your cock. Mmm, yes! I wish you could see how my pussy is wrapped around my toy, and how hot it looks with me pumping it in and out.”
“I love how hot you sound. Now, put the phone down near your pussy, let me hear that vibrator in you as you slide it in and out. Let me hear how fucking juicy and wet you are.”
At first, Yolanda wasn’t too sure. Then again, she’d come this far. “Okay, hold on.”
Holding the receiver close to the vibrator, she pleasured herself, repeating the action five more times and picking the pace up with each thrust. She returned the phone to her ear. “Did you hear that?”
“Mmm, you bet I did, baby. You sounded so good. I hate I can’t see you, but I have a vivid imagination. My hand is wrapped so tight around my cock, just hearing you.”
“Oh, Lawrence! I want to kiss you while you’re pleasuring yourself. I want run my hands all over your naked flesh.”
“And I want to run my tongue over your breasts, suck your nipples, and lick all the way down to your navel.”
“Ah, you sound so sexy.” She could almost feel his tongue on her hot flesh. She just closed her eyes and imagined him on top of her, licking every inch of her body.
“I wish you could suck me. I’d love your sweet lips pulling around my cock. Long, deep, slow sucks….”
“I want you so much. I wish you were here inside me.”
“I am. I’m deep inside you, and I want to hear you come.”
She moved her vibrator faster and faster. She hadn’t thought she could get so worked up over the phone. However, between Lawrence’s deep, sexy voice and the images he’d given her from his end, she couldn’t help but get out of control like a porn slut.
“Oh, Lawrence, I’m coming!”
“That’s good, baby. Now, turn on the vibrator and keep pumping it.”
She did, and she thought she might fly up to the ceiling. She’d never felt anything so intense. The walls of her vagina tightened around the plastic shaft so firmly, she gritted her teeth. No longer able to hold it in and not caring if the neighbors heard her, she screamed her release. “Ahh! Oh yes!”
“That’s it, Yolanda, come for me. Imagine that’s my dick driving you crazy.”
“Yes! Yes!” Tossing the phone to the side, she took both hands and pumped herself into a sexual frenzy. The room spun, and her body was in flames as she came over and over again. “Ahhh! Oooh!”
“You sound so good,” he said after her moans of ecstasy tapered off. “You should see the size of my cock. It’s huge and ready. Hearing you come has made me so hard, it’s painful.”
“Then I think you should take care of it.” Her tone held a sultriness he hadn’t ever heard from her.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m doing. You wanna hear?”
“Oh, yes.”
He took the phone and placed it near his throbbing shaft. He stroked his dick, spreading his precum on his swollen shaft. Sweat beaded on his forehead while he fought not to come.
He brought the phone back to his ear. “Hear that? That’s my cum all over my cock.”
“You sounded so hot. I would love to wrap my lips around you. On my knees sucking hard and slow.”
Damn! He wasn’t going to last another second. He didn’t want to come like some teenage kid, but she was making it hard—literally. He stroked himself faster and bit down on his lower lip, knowing once he came, he might blow the roof off. “Yeah, suck me. Suck me. God, I can almost feel your lips on my head.” He could, too. It was unbelievable what she’d done to him—just over the phone! “Ahh…ahhh…. Yes! Oh fuck, baby!”
He slammed his head back on the pillow. Whatever energy he possessed drained out of him—but in a good way. There were a lot of pent up emotions going on, not just in the physical sense. He panted, staring up at the ceiling. What a woman. He was totally spent. Damn. He hadn’t come so intensely in…never!
“Oh, that was hot. Did you like it?” Of course she’d liked it. She’d screamed into the phone, nearly blowing out his eardrum. But he wanted her to say it.
“I loved it.”
Yes! “I loved it, too. Are you tired now?”
“I think I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“Me, too.”
Chapter Eleven
Muted sunlight streamed through the window sheers, waking Yolanda. She bounded from her bed, surprised by her energy so early in the morning. She’d slept well, that was for sure. As she passed by the mirror, she caught herself smiling.
Had she really had phone sex with a younger man the night before? A younger man who happened to be her Liz’s nephew?
She would be the first to admit, she’d never had an orgasm like that alone. She’d masturbated, yes. But with Lawrence on the other end of the line egging her on, pushing her closer and closer….
She needed to stop thinking about it. Work was waiting for her, and Liz would stop by soon. She headed for the kitchen to prepare her coffee and get the doughnut machine
going. When the doorbell rang, she walked with a light step to let her best friend in.
“Hey there!”
Yolanda opened her mouth to speak, but her voice cut off at the sight of Lawrence behind Liz. He had the James Dean persona going. T-shirt and jeans sans the pack of cigarettes under the shirtsleeve.
Good Lord. She flushed. After what they’d done over the phone, she wasn’t sure she could stay in the same room with Liz.
“Come in. I have fresh coffee and chocolate doughnuts already on the table.” She stepped aside.
Liz sniffed the air, her perky nose twitched. “Mmm, Smells like a bakery in here.” She continued toward the kitchen. “We decided to come by and go over the party list,” Liz said, taking a seat at the nook with Lawrence.
“Okay then,” she said, joining them. “What do we have so far?”
“Here’s the list.” Liz whipped it out of her purse.
She glanced at the sheet, and as she did so, something crawled up her leg. A socked foot. A male socked foot. She cut her eyes toward Lawrence and hoped Liz was too busy munching on her doughnut.
He gave her a sly grin.
The man was incorrigible. She wanted to reciprocate, but it would be her luck she touched Liz’s leg by mistake.
“Let me check to see if I have balloons,” Yolanda said, jumping up. It was all she could do to keep from playing footsie with Lawrence and not let Liz know something was going on.
“Want me to help you find the stuff?” he asked.
She wanted to smack him. They were on dangerous ground. They might slip and do something that wasn’t quite…neighborly. “No, honey. I know exactly where they are. Help yourself to some more coffee and doughnuts.”
She dashed upstairs to her junk closet. Sure enough, she found some balloons but, after a quick count, realized she didn’t have enough.
“We’ll have to go to the store to get some more I’m afraid,” she hollered. She searched for the paper plates, cups, and party favors before returning downstairs. “Okay, seems like we need a lot still.”
“I’m off today, so we can go now if you don’t mind,” Liz offered and stood up. “What are your plans, Lawrence?”
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