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Lorenzo sighs, and he lays back on his large double bed in his business shirt. “There is no going back. You do know you can’tunlearn things?” I nod and look at him. “Just don’t go too far, okay?”
We share a moment, and it’s nice to see him. We say nothing for a few seconds, and it’s perfect. The silence comfortable.
“And don’t bite your lip, it’s kind of a giveaway,” he suddenly says, all grumpy.
“I’m not!”
“You are.”
I stop doing it, but I act stupid. “Anyway, what is it a giveaway for?” Lorenzo doesn’t answer. “For what?” I ask demandingly.
Lorenzo rubs his neck. “Look, for sex. It’s a giveaway women do when they are… turned on.”
“Woah,” I say blushing. “Really?”
“Really, and yes. Control yourself.”
I laugh, and it’s fun. “Or what? I get spanked?” I ask playfully and hoping.
“Careful,” Lorenzo growls, as if wanting to end the call.
“No wait, I want to talk. It’s nice to see you.”
Lorenzo is slow in responding then he says low, “You too.”
“I miss you, you should come back,” I say before realizing it sounds childish. Lorenzo doesn’t answer, but I notice him sigh.
“So, how are things. Give me an update?”
“Okay, so the flying, and math for it, it’s harder than I expected. The diving not bad, and it’s enjoyable. The dive tanks are hard on my shoulders but workable under the water. The Italian, so-so, and with you being Italian, we can practice more. The fencing and salsa, I seem to have the most flow with.”
“Any war wounds?”
“Not really, just shoulders. Oh, and sore fingers from fencing.”
“Well, you’re doing great, and congrats.”
“Thanks,” I say. “When are you coming home?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Make it Friday, so we can have our regular Friday night.”
Lorenzo stands and rolls his neck. He walks onto a balcony, and the Eiffel Tower is visible. It looks like a stunning evening.
“Look, are you okay?”
Lorenzo nods, and sighs. “Just tense, and I have a movie shooting that’s hard to put in the can.”
“Yeah, well it’s probably sexual. You’re a complicated man, and you have… ”
“Goodbye!” Lorenzo says, and suddenly he is gone.
I laugh, flip my phone camera down, and I lean back.
As I notice my nipples pebbling, I feel my clit starting to throb. Closing my eyes, I wonder why I’m so turned on. I roll one of my nipples, and my fingers brush against my clit.
As I squirm, I close my eyes, and I swipe a finger up my wet folds.
