“You’ve never made me cum...”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“You haven’t.”
“So, last week when I said that I wanted you to ride my mouth so I could eat your pu**y until you came all over my lips, you were pretending to breathe hard?”
She sucked in a breath. “No, but—”
“I thought so. Why can’t we meet in person?”
“Because it would ruin our friendship and you know it.”
“I don’t.”
“You’ve told me that you never sleep with the same woman twice, that after you sleep with someone you’re done with her.”
“I’ve never f**ked one of my friends before.”
“That’s because I’m your only one.”
“I’m aware, but—” I stopped. I had no defense for that.
Silence lingered over the line, and I tried to think of another argument.
She spoke up first. “I honestly don’t want to ruin our friendship over one senseless f**k.”
“I guarantee we’ll have more than one senseless f**k.”
Her light, airy laugh drifted over the line, and I sighed—attempting to envision what she looked like. I wasn’t sure why, but over the past few weeks, I’d been longing to experience her laughter face to face.
“You know,” she went on, “for a high profile lawyer, you have a pretty dirty mouth.”
“You’d be surprised how much filthier it can get.”
“Filthier than what I’ve already experienced?”
“Much filthier.” I’d been treading the waters since we began this friendship—still hopeful that we’d meet in person someday, but now that we weren’t, there was no point in holding back. “I guess I’ll talk to you tonight.”
“Not unless you find another date between now and then. I know you’ll be searching.”
“Of course I’ll be searching.” I scoffed. “Is Alyssa your real name?”
“Yes, but I’m sure Thoreau isn’t yours. Do you care to finally give it to me?”
“I’ll give it to you when you come to your f**king senses and let me see you.”
“You just won’t let that go, will you?” She laughed again. “What if the real reason I don’t want to meet you is because I’m ugly?”
“I have a good feeling that you’re not.”
“But if I was?”
“I’d f**k you with the lights off.”
“I prefer the lights on.”
“Then I’d make you wear a paper bag over your head.”