Page 148 of Once a Month

“Get naked first,” I say.

“Babe,” she says, laughing.

I’ve packed up everything in the house. I sold a lot of stuff, donated some, and threw out the rest. The house was bought by a young couple looking for a starter home, so I’m hopeful they’ll take care of the place for me; for her. My apartment is on the other side of town now. I was able to afford a decent place. I didn’t want to go crazy, but the house sold for the asking price, which meant I was able to pay everything off and still have enough for rent for the first few months while I figure out if I want to keep my day job or actually go for something I really want that will pay more.

I haven’t spent much time with my friends lately. That’s partly because we’ve all been busy with other things but also because my time has been taken up with calls with her. We haven’t used the term girlfriend yet, but it’s serious enough that we’re talking about things we will and won’t do together and with other people from now on. I like that. I like that I can talk to her about what I want, what she wants, and what we want together. I’ve never had this before, and I want to protect it.

“Are you naked?” I ask when she FaceTimes me later that night.

“Yes, as per your request.”

“Prove it,” I say, staring at her beautiful face through my phone.

She turns her computer a little, and I can see her there, lying on her side, naked.

“Oh, yes,” I say.

“And you?” she asks.

“Let me change to my computer. Hold on,” I say. It takes a minute, but we’re connected to my computer now. I drop my phone and turn it. “There.”

“Fuck, you’re hot,” she says.

“So, should we talk about your day at work or–”

“No, you should touch yourself,” she interrupts. “I’m so horny, babe. I need you inside me.”

“Get it out,” I say.

“Already?”

“Get it out,” I repeat, squeezing my thighs together.

She moves off the bed, and I get to watch her cute ass as she rummages through her luggage. She holds it up and moves back to the bed.

“Does it need lube?”

“Doubt it. I’ve been waiting for this all day,” she says, moving the dildo she brought with her to her sex.

“Stroke your clit with it,” I say.

“I am,” she says.

I watch.

“Are you swollen?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to take care of you?”

“Yes.”

“Pretend my lips are there, baby. I’m kissing your clit.”

“Fuck,” she says, rubbing the dildo a little faster as I watch.

“Do you want me to suck on it for you? Make it feel good?”

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