Page 103 of Keeper
“Hi, boy,” she said, her voice strangely muffled and quiet.
“What’s up?”
“I hope I’m not bothering you,” she said.
“Not at all. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” she replied, her tone light and almost teasing.
Nothing …?
Something about the way she was acting seemed unusual. A beat went by and I sensed that her end was too quiet, too tense, toocharged.
A knot thickened in my throat and I lowered my voice. “What are you doing right now, Ainz?”
“Thinking of you,” she said, her voice low and her breath shallow.
My cock began to stir, inching up my navel. “Thinking of me?”
“Mm hm,” she sang.
“What about me?”
She didn’t answer. In the darkness of my bedroom, I felt the tension on her end oozing through the phone.
Suddenly, I knewexactlywhat she was doing.
“Ainz,” I whispered.
“Mm?”
“Are you playing with yourself?”
Again, she didn’t answer, but an air of guilt hung in the silence.
“Tell me the truth,” I said.
She paused.
“Yes,” she admitted at last. The breathy rasp of her naughty admission tickled my ear.
“Fuck,” I growled, kicking off my underwear in a hurry. I started pulling myself. How could I resist? Thinking of that girl playing with herself was the hottest thing ever. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
An embarrassed giggle escaped her. “What do you want to know?”
“I want to know the dirty details,” I said. My cock was growing firmer with every tug.
“I’m—I’m touching myself,” she said, uncertainly at first, but with growing confidence.
“Yeah? Tell me more.”
“My finger is sliding up and down my folds—ooh. It feels good, Tanner.”
I bit my lip. “Are you wet?”
“Sowet,” she whispered.
“God, yeah.” Fingers tight around my cock, I pumped myself harder and faster.
