Page 53 of A Very Snowed In New Year
“Sorry—I didn’t mean to send that yet. Um. I know I told you to sit on the edge of the bed. But I have this fantasy I want to tell you about. Where you’re sitting at a table in your trailer on set. You’re reading a script…a romantic-comedy script—just kidding. You’re breaking down the script for the movie you’re working on and making notes, and you’ve been doing this for hours and you’re getting frustrated. You’re on the right track, of course, because you have such brilliant instincts as an actor. You just need a little break. You need to relax. That’s where I come in. On all fours. You don’t even realize I’m in your trailer at first. Nobody saw me sneak in. I take off the long coat I was wearing. Underneath I’m dressed kind of like I am right now. Little tank top and boy shorts. I crawl across the floor, like a really helpful sex ninja, and right before I duck under the table, still on my hands and knees on the floor, you see me. I pause. We lock eyes. I bite my lower lip, begging you with my big brown eyes.Please, let me do this for you, Holden,I say. Your jaw clenches. Your gaze travels down to my cleavage and back up to my face, and then you nod. Not smirking or anything, just kind of stunned but into it. And I duck down under the little table. You’re wearing gray sweatpants, and I feel you through the sweats first. You’re so big and hard, and it’s so satisfying to feel you getting bigger and harder under my hand. You untie the strings at the waistband and then grab on to the bench you’re sitting on, lifting your amazing butt up a few inches so I can pull your pants and boxer briefs down to your ankles. Your beautiful erection springs up in my face, and I lick my lips and… Oh, hang on—there’s someone at the…”
Fuuuuck.
Fucking.
Fuck.
GAHHHH!
Fuck it—I can’t wait.
I come all over my abs, picturing her swallowing almost every last drop, except what’s spilled out onto her chin. She’s still between my legs when she wipes that off with the tip of her thumb and then sucks on it while staring up at me. Those big, innocent eyes, all foggy and hooded.
I’m all cleaned up by the time her next voice message is delivered.
ShayAnything.83:
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! My roommate was knocking on my door. Not my roommate. My neighbor. Where was I? Ummm. I’m between your legs, under the table. I’m licking my lips because you’re so…your thing is so…big. And round. Not the whole thing—just the tip. The head? I open my mouth, and then I… I put my hands around your…and I cup your… I flick at the spot under the rim? It’s supposed to be the most sensitive spot. The frenulum? And then I lick all the way up the…and I put my whole mouth on your…I take you in my mouth until I start choking and then I… I can’t. I’m so sorry, Holden. I don’t think I can do this. I don’t know what to say.”
She’s sniffling.
HoldUp.76: Baby, are you crying?
ShayAnything.83: I can’t talk about this stuff. I’m not good at this.
HoldUp.76: You don’t have to talk anymore, and you are very good at this. I already came, baby. Just hearing your voice was enough, really. Now I’m gonna make you come, okay? I’m sending you a voice message, and you just relax and listen and do what I say. Will you do that for me?
ShayAnything.83: Okay.
HoldUp.76: It’s gonna be a long message, so I want you to get nice and comfortable while you wait for it. But don’t touch yourself until I say so.
ShayAnything.83: Quick question.
ShayAnything.83: Can I change out of my sleep shorts? Because these are soaking wet.
HoldUp.76: You can take those off and lie on your back without touching yourself. Do you have a headboard?
ShayAnything.83: I do! It’s a white Ikea Nordli.
HoldUp.76: Take off your soaking-wet cheeky sleep shorts and then put your hands over your head and grab on to the headboard.
HoldUp.76: Are you holding on to the headboard?
No response.
Because she’s holding on to the headboard.
Because she’s a good girl.
And I think that might be my undoing.
That’s the thing I’m so drawn to and what I’ve been missing.
That purity. Not innocence, exactly. It’s just so…true.
I don’t want to take it from her—I just want her.
HoldUp.76: That’s my girl. Now wait for my voice message. You can let go of the headboard to listen to the message and do all the things I tell you to do in the message.
