66: On The Phone

Jesse

     It's Monday, and I get off work in a few hours. I told Marie I'd see her all day tomorrow, so I'm not going over to her house tonight. I think this might kill me. I have to prove to myself that I can keep my distance, however.

     Who knew that woman was such a temptress? The very second... the very second I told her I wanted to wait for her sake, she started trying to get me to go against what I promised. I thought last night would be the end of me. She learns fast.

      Dammit, Marie! I want our relationship to be sweet and romantic! I've done the hot and heavy plenty enough. Now that I want to take it slow with someone that 'someone' wants to jump right into it.

       Except the thing is is that I notice those times that I do push it a little, she acts nervous, but she refuses to acknowledge it.

      And good God, I'm going to hurt her. I can't stand that thought. I've had women who weren't virgins that I've hurt a little. They liked it, but... yeah. I can't do that to Marie.

        My cell phone buzzes in my pocket.

hey

     I grin like a loon. It's Marie, of course.

     Before I can send a response, she sends me another text:

i'm bored

     I pause a moment to think up a response.

Read a book.

i don't have any

Watch TV

there is nothing good on

    Oh no. I know her game. I am not coming over, Marie!

why won't you come over?

Because I'm not. Aren't you sick of me already?

no. i have nothing to do since the things i like to do, i have to be able to move around

     Immediately, my mind snaps to a picture of Marie unable to move while tied up to my bed.

I can think of something that you'd enjoy that you'd be unable to move around.

     Shit! I think quickly, wishing I hadn't have hit send.

oh? what's that?

     I take a deep breath. No.

Let me call you when I get finished closing the store.

that's ridiculous. come over instead

     No. Your headboard is too convenient, I think, remembering her bed. 

     I don't send her a reply, and she stays quiet on her end.

     When I get home, I call her as promised. I wanted to make sure I got home before I called so that I wouldn't be as tempted, I hope, to go over to her place instead.

     "You're being ridiculous," she says as a way to answer her phone.

     "No, I'm not. I'm being ludicrously romantic." I don't want to hurt you.

     "But I like it better when you're here," she whines, but it's really cute, not annoying.

     "I'm determined, Marie," I say sternly.

     "Hm," she breathes, and I wonder what she's up to. "You know those panties you stole from me?"

     "If you mean the ones that you left in my possession, yes," I answer, curious.

     "I have a pink pair just like those black ones," she tells me. "And I'm wearing them right now," she whispers at the end.

     "And instantly, I'm hard. Thanks, Marie," I answer somewhat sarcastically.

     "It's your fault. Don't blame me," she tells me, and I imagine her shrugging.

     "How can I possibly blame anyone but you if there's someone to blame?"

     "Because it's your fault that you won't come over."

     "So this is my punishment for not coming over?"

     "Oui," she giggles out. It's that super-sexy giggle that makes me crazy.

     "Well, I could just let it go away. Or... I could take care of it myself," I answer her and wonder what she's going to make of that.

      She gasps, and I know it's fake. "That's not fair."

     "No, what's not 'fair' is you doing this to me."

     "Me doing this to you? All I did was tell you about my panties."

     I groan and decide to torture myself. "Are they just like them?"

     "They're exactly like them except that they're pink. I liked the black ones better, but pink is okay."

     I dash up to my bedroom to get her panties from their hiding place.
    "You know, I bet I like the black ones better too. It helps that they're in my hand right now." I lie down on my stomach on my bed before I decide that's a bad idea and roll over onto my back with her panties on my face. "Hey, you know what, Marie?" I ask.

     "What?"

     I whisper, "I didn't wash the panties."

     Her gasp is real this time. "You pervert!" she accuses. 'Pervert' sounds cute with her accent.

     "You got it, baby. You really have no idea just how perverted I can be. Having your used panties on my face is only the tip of the iceberg." She's dishing it out. She can take it.

     "On your face?!"

     "Mhm. Right up on my nose." I breathe in loudly through my nose so that she can hear it. "Mm. So good."

      She stays quiet, and I smile.

      Then she says quietly, "The real thing is right here waiting for you."

       Fuuuuuuuccccck! I think loudly as my body screams at me for wanting her yet not having her. That was the last thing I expected to hear. Here I thought I had her shocked then she pulls that on me. The woman is too brave for her own good.

     "Jesse? Are you still there?" she asks with false innocence.

     "You know good and damn well I'm still here," I lightly growl.

     "I'd hoped you'd left your house and were coming over here," she says, and I can picture her pouting.

     I pull her panties off my face. I don't need them added to everything happening to me anymore. I have to do something quick or I will get in my car, drive over there, and pounce on her.

     I take in a deep breath and order, "Touch yourself, Marie." I don't know how this is really going to help, but I feel the tiniest bit better.

     "What?" she breathes.

     "You know what. Do it." I take another deep breath and add, "Put your hand inside those pink panties and touch yourself."

     "Right now?" she asks, stalling. I know she's stalling. "While talking on the phone to you?"

     "Put me on speaker if you need to, but do it. Right now."

     "I'd rather you did it."

     "Not tonight."

     "Why should I do as you say?" she asks belligerently.

     "Because I told you to. Now, do it!"

     "Non, Jesse. You come over here and make me do it."

     I unzip my shorts and grasp myself. "Mm, no. I'm busy with myself, thinking about you touching yourself," I say in a low voice. "Do it, Marie," I command.

     The other end of the line gets quiet, and I get curious.

      "Are you touching yourself, Marie?" 

      The only response I get is a shaky exhale. I smile.

      "Inside your panties, Marie," I remind her. I can easily see her cheating.

      "That's... messy," she lightly whines.

     "Oh yeah, it is. That's what makes it so damn good. Get messy for me." Phone sex with a neat freak, I think with a goofy grin.

     She lets out a little, frustrated noise, and I know she hasn't done what I've asked. 

     "I know you haven't done it yet," I warn.

     "How do you know?"

     "I just do, and you just confirmed it. Get those fingers wet, Marie. Pretend they're mine." I absentmindedly stroke myself as I listen intently to the other end of the line.

     "I'm very wet, Jesse. Just from the sound of your voice," she purrs.
     Oh God, I'm going to die! How the fuck has this woman stayed a virgin?! I scream inside my head as I take a deep breath and swallow a tortured whimper. Right now, I'm so horny I could hump a cactus. Good thing Sunlit Tides has very few of those.
     "Stroke your sweet spot with those wet fingers," I command, and she makes a little whine. "Slowly," I add.
      "Slowly?"
      "Yes. Very slowly." I close my eyes and picture her in my mind, and my mouth starts watering.
      "I don't want slowly."
      "I said slowly, dammit," I growl when I hear her breathing pick up in pace.
      "Make me," she growls back in a voice that nearly pushes me over the edge. She's still breathing fast and heavy, and I calculate just how quickly I could get over there. Martha's not known for her speed.
       "Marie, slow down," I beg, but I hear her cry out as, obviously, an orgasm takes her. That saucy bitch left me behind! I think in an almost-playful way. I take a deep breath and say, "Oh, you are in so much trouble." I grin as I listen to her catch her breath.
      "Mm? What's Daddy going to do to me?" she breathes.
      Shit, she called me Daddy!! I think and lose it all over my stomach.
      I hear her giggling as I take my turn catching my breath. A little... bitty... girl just... made me... lose control like that! Me! Is this what I get for waiting?
       I start devising ways to make things easier for her so that I don't hurt her as bad.
       No, I want things simple, dammit!
       "We'll worry about that tomorrow," I say now that I can talk clearly.
       She whines. Then she asks, "I'll have you all day?"
       Is this the same woman that claimed once that she was going to sleep all day just to make me leave her alone? 
       Of course, we are only on the phone. Still... Memories assail me when I think about yesterday and her wanting to give me a hand job. It took all my willpower to stop her. I'm crazy.
        "Yes," I promise her. "I have the whole day planned." Maybe I could take out that last part of the plan and change it to bringing her back here to my hot tub. My very... relaxing... hot tub.

        ... 
       I'm insane for thinking I can wait.
       Maybe it'll be better in the morning after I've had some sleep.
       "Then I'll go to sleep since I'm a little tired now," she says with fake nonchalance.
      Yes, get lots of fucking sleep, Marie. Damn, you are in trouble. We say our goodnights, and I have trouble going to sleep as I debate changing my plans for tomorrow.