Waylon: Sure, no problem.
Because what else am I gonna say?
Harlow: My friend Natalie says that it sometimes helps when a guy dirty talks you through it. Is that true?
Waylon: Yeah, that can help elevate the fantasy of someone else touching you.
Harlow: Okay, so I just need to find a guy who will voice or video chat while I try to give myself an orgasm.
Waylon: I’ll do it.
Fuck, why did I just volunteer?
Because I don’t want anyone else to do it with her.
Harlow: Really? Do you want to now?
NOW?
I’m seconds away from coming in my pants as it is.
Waylon: Okay, sure.
Harlow: Great, I’ll video call you in a few…
How the hell am I going to compose myself and not completely lose it when she moans to the sound of my voice?
The simple answer is, I’mnot.
Chapter Seventeen
Harlow
I’ve never been more turned on in my life and it should freak me out that Waylon’s the guy on the other line, but it doesn’t.
I feel safe with him.
Secure.Somewhatconfident.
Maybe alittlewrong because of who he is.
But he doesn’t make me feel stupid for not knowing about sex and orgasms.
Even though I was a little surprised to see him on CowboyMatch, I was also relieved that I’d have someone to talk to about dating.
Maybe it’s because we’re not face-to-face, but he’s easy to talk to. We’ve never chatted this much in all the years I’ve known him, but it’s like we’ve been friends for ages.
And his voice…deep and rough…but somehow soothing at the same time.
A girl could get used to this.
“This’ll be easier for you without bottoms and panties,” he says sheepishly, but he’s right.
His room is bathed in darkness, minus a dim light coming from the opposite side, so I can’t see all of his face, but I can tell he’s staring at me intently.
I shuffle under the covers, removing my PJ shorts and underwear, then get my blankets back in place.
“Okay, done.”