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I stroke faster, watching her twist the vibrator around in circles. She’s close to coming.

She grips the sheet tighter and licks her own nipple, scraping her teeth against the bud before lifting her hips again and again.

Oh, my fucking God.

I stroke my cock faster and faster as I listen to her moan. The sounds get higher pitched and soon the sound is shrieking as she comes. Her movements slow and she lifts the vibrations away from her clit for a moment, tapping her little pussy over and over again as she jumps. I swear, I can hear the wetness being sprayed with each jolt.

Pleasure overwhelms me and soon I’m coming hard, exploding ribbons of hot come all over my hand like a fucking loser. I’m pretty sure this might be the bottom of the barrel. It doesn’t get much worse. I’m disrespecting a woman’s privacy and masturbating to the sight of her. I need to stop this… now!

I click the ‘x’ in the corner of the screen, shut the laptop, then grab a paper towel from the drawer, wipe my hand clean, pull up my jeans, and decide to never look at that screen again.I need to get a fucking grip.

Chapter Three

Dot

“Do you ever fantasize about someone you don’t really know?” My friend Sky and I talk like this all the time. She’s open about her sex life and I’m open about mine. We met a few years back at a concert in Whiskey Falls. She was up there for the summer serving drinks for the concert series and I was consuming them. She was the wise owl that suggested I’d had enough. By the end of the night, she was the savior that drove me back to my hotel and we kept in touch ever since. Girls looking out for girls. It should be a regular thing.

“Yes. That’s why they call them fantasies. I had like four orgasms last week thinking about Jason Momoa.”

I laugh. “That’s not what I mean. I mean likereal lifepeople. People in town or—”

“You’re fantasizing about someone in town? Who?”

We tell each other everything, and I want to tell her this too, but there’s a part of me that doesn’t want the fantasy of Hank ruined by therealityof Hank.

“It’s not important. It’s—”

“It’sveryimportant.” She raises her voice playfully as she says, “Youcannottell me something like that and leave out details. That’s a total breach of friendship. You know that, right?”

“You probably don’t even know him. He’s—”

“If I don’t know him, what difference does it make?”

She has a point there. Except knowing Sky, she’ll make it her business to find out everything she can about him, and that’s not what I’m looking for. I need to imagine this man just as I’ve mentally portrayed him.Perfect.

“Come on. I tell you everything! Last week, I told you a ten-minute story about how I nearly pissed myself walking down Main Street. I mean, if that’s not embarrassing, what is?”

“You’re pregnant. That’s not embarrassing. It’s a thing.”

She laughs. “What about the part where I don’t know my baby’s daddy? Is that embarrassing?”

“Mmm… not embarrassing. It’s more so just hilarious. I don’t believe that story, anyway. I think you’re holding back. You know who the father is.”

“Really? I’d make up this elaborate story of how I’m a whore to protect the baby’s daddy?”

“Yeah,” I giggle. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” she groans playfully. “Tell me who this mystery man is. No more bullshit.”

I sigh and cover my face with my hand, knowing for sure I’m about to make a mistake. “Have you met any of the guys that run the security firm in town? They’re all brothers.” I know this because I spent half of last night Googling them. Apparently, they’re all ex-military and super buff with huge muscles. They’ve all got a similar look, but Hank is by far the hottest.

“Yeah, ugh, the Carson guy is best buddies with my brother. I’m considering using that company for a job I need done soon.” Her tone brightens as she says, “Oh, Lord. Are you fantasizing about the security dudes?”

“Well, I’d recommend them,” I sigh, “Hank specifically. He came out and installed my security system yesterday.”

“Wait… the same security system you were bitching about last night? Why didn’t you mention him then?”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to get into this conversation, but here I am. I still don’t know if I should’ve let this sit longer. It’s weird. I feel like a fourteen-year-old girl compared to him. He’s all rough and tough, and suddenly, I’m awkward and totally unsure of myself.

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