Page 135 of Once a Month

“Yes,” I say, touching myself.

“Are you already–”

“It won’t take long,” I interrupt.

“Damn. One second,” she says, and I hear some rustling on the other side of the phone. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she says.

“What are you wearing?”

“A pair of shorts and a shirt.”

“Bra?”

“No.”

“Panties?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Are you over or under?”

“Under,” she says.

“How wet are you?” I ask.

“Very,” she says. “I just did this to myself about an hour ago.”

“You did?”

“Yes,” she says, breathing faster now.

“Were you thinking about me?”

“Yes.”

“What was I doing to you?”

“Actually, I was sucking on your clit.”

“Jesus,” I say. “Did you make me come?”

“Don’t I always?” she asks.

“Yes, you do,” I say. “I’m going inside for a second.”

“Oh, yes,” she says. “Fuck yourself, babe.”

I slip two fingers inside. I know I won’t come like this, but it feels good to be filled while I picture her fingers there.

“So good,” she says.

“Are you close?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

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