C6 Six

*Mature Chapter*

I settle into my couch and turn on the tv. My damp hair trickles little droplets of water onto my cozy sweater, leaving discolored marks all over my shoulders.

After my shower, I didn't bother with pants, a beautiful perk of living on my own.

I got home from the library around an hour ago and now all I want to do is relax and watch my shows.

I bring my mug of tea up to my lips and sigh happily as the warm fluid heats me from the inside. The clock tells me it's 9:00 pm and I decide it's a good time to see if Thomas wants to talk.

I pull my computer onto my bare legs and sign on to bookish-escapes.com. I notice Thomas is already online and a message from him pops up almost immediately.

IchabodTom

Hello, Darling.

There's something so mature about the way he calls me darling. It speaks levels about his character and values. Older men always know how to speak to a lady better than the ones my age, at least so far.

LiteraryLane21

Hello Thomas, I missed you. What are you doing tonight?

We message back and forth about various things. He tells me about the classes he taught and about the trip to New York next month. We talk about What we had for dinner and what show I'm watching, but as time ticks on the conversations get deeper, as it usually does.

IchabodTom

Have dinner with me on Friday. I've had enough of this silly messaging game, Lane. I want you and I know you feel the same.

I cringe quietly to myself. I know he's getting sick and tired of this game but I'm not ready to quit him yet. I'm not ready to let go and there's no way I'm going to confess my identity to him.

I try to think of something to say that will be a good enough excuse after almost five months of stringing him along but honestly there is no excuse.

LiteraryLane21

I told you, Tom, I'm so shy. I don't want you to grow tired of me but the thought of meeting makes me have a panic attack. I hope you can understand.

Welp, it's official. I'm a lying piece of rock.

I groan loudly and throw my wet head back, running both hands through the damp tresses. Why did I get myself into this situation? Why did I peek at his computer that day in class? I had no right to do that.

Because you never imagined it would actually work, you dumb bitch. Now, look at you? You're all messed up.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

My computer chimes and I look down nervously at my screen.

IchabodTom

If I can't see you then I have a compromise.

My eyebrow raises in genuine interest.

LiteraryLane21

What is your compromise?

I hit send and stare unblinkingly at my computer until his message pops up.

IchabodTom

Let me call you.

I lean back, eyes wide and brain on overdrive.

I know that the phone changes your voice a little but would that be enough? I could alter my voice a little bit maybe and make it work.

I start saying random sentences and words in different voices. I lower my voice but I sound like a guy. I make my voice higher and I sound like a child.

This is ridiculous.

Finally, I speak more slowly and lower my tone just a little bit and I think it might work. I sound more womanly this way and I should sound different enough that he can't tell.

Holding my breath, I send him my phone number.

Seconds later my cell phone lights up and my ringtone fills the stagnant air of my apartment.

Holy crap I'm so nervous!

Lifting the phone to my ear, I take a deep breath and ready my sexy other woman voice.

"Hello?" I say softly and I hear a familiar chuckle sound from the other side of the line. "Thank god, you're not a man!" Thomas says and I bust out laughing.

Oh my goodness I never considered he may be worried about that!

"I'm definitely not a man," I say through laughing breaths. "Hey, I wasn't sure Lane. I'm not really a fighter but I'd have kicked your ass if you were."

This simple banter continues for a few minutes then it gets silent and a little awkward. It's so much easier to say something witty when it's via computer message.

I wasn't kidding when I told Fiona that I can't talk to him.

"You sound so sexy, Lane," Thomas says Iinally, his own voice seeming to get deeper.

"And you sound incredibly handsome." I offer in return.

"Do you want me?" Thomas replies, his voice slow and silky in my ear.

Then something happens that I never thought would.

"Yes, so much." I'm not going to lie. I would never get away with it if I tried.

"I want you too. So so much. If you were here with me I'd show you just how much."

My voice sticks in my throat as I try to form words. His flirting has already ignited my core and I can feel a slickness forming between my legs.

He can make me come undone so easily.

"Tell me, Thomas. Tell me What you'd do to me."

I can't believe my own mouth as those words slip out but they do. I want to know. I want a peek into that part of his mind. The barely explored perversions that haunt him at night.

"I'll tell you Lane, but you have to promise that you won't hold back. If what I say makes you horny I want you to touch yourself, and every time you want to moan it better be loud enough for me to hear, do you understand?"

My mouth goes completely dry and I clamp my thighs shut for a subtle release. "Yes, please. I'll do it. I promise." I moan back softly.

"Good girl." Thomas compliments me but it's the possessive kind and I love it.

I move my computer off of my lap completely and lay down on my back against the plush surface of my couch.

"If you were with me I'd be devouring your lips, and tangling my tongue with your own. I‘d trap you beneath me and press my knee between your legs, rubbing your clit through your pants while my mouth moved down your jawline and your neck."

I can feel my breathing slip into some sort of jagged and unstable pattern.

"Tell me to keep going." Thomas demands and I don't even hesitate.

"Please don't stop," I cry out with anticipation and my hand slowly crawls under my panties. I can't hold back as I imagine every word coming from Thomas's perfect mouth.

What he doesn't know is that I've tasted those lips and I‘m desperate to do so again.

"I'd rip the shirt off of your body and kiss your breasts, taking your nipple in my mouth and toying with the swollen peak until you moan my name."

Gosh, I love having an overactive imagination!

I moan sharply into the receiver as my hand explores my hot wet center. I use my middle finger to draw small circles over my clit as I dance teasingly around my own opening.

"More, Thomas, more!" I beg and I can hear Thomas curse on the other end.

I hope he's touching himself too.

"I'd pull your pants and panties around your ankles and press my wet mouth against your folds, sucking and nibbling until you come. Until you beg me to fuck you."

I can't be certain but I think Thomas has begun stroking himself as he listens to me fall apart.

His words are staggered and slow and he's groaning between them. Either he's jacking off or he's going sit-ups.

The thought makes me so horny I can hardly bare it.

I slip my middle finger inside myself and start moving in and out ever so slowly, resurfacing to rub my swollen button With sticky wet fingers I moan harder and I can feel my legs tremble With pleasurable delight.

"How, How would you pleasure me?" I ask desperately on the edge of my own climax.

"I'd thrust inside of you completely raw and fuck you hard and fast with my throbbing hard cock, not stopping until I come all over your beautiful breasts."

And that's all it takes.

I feel myself climax, my panties soaking wet. I moan and cry into the receiver that I can barely keep to my ear as my fingers move furiously over my tender burning core.

On the other end of the line, I can hear Thomas groan louder and louder until it stops and he's just left breathing hard and cursing.

"Did you come too?" I ask when I can fmally speak again.

Thomas chuckles softly before he answers "With that dirty mouth of yours how could I not?"

***

"So what did you do last night?" Fiona asks me as she shovels a fork full of Caesar salad into her mouth.

We met up in the school cafeteria for a bite to eat since none of our classes overlap this year. Fiona is an art major and we've both already completed all of our electives.

"Oh, nothing much," I reply with a shrug as I move my own lunch around nonchalantly on my plate.

"Oh wait, there was one thing. Thomas and I had phone sex."

At my admission, Fiona almost chokes to death on her food. She coughing and trying to talk but it's coming out in deranged screeches. She downs her bottle of water then stares at me blankly With disbelieving eyes.

"The crap did you just say to me?!" She yells and people start staring at us.

"Keep your voice down, jeez," I warn her and she rolls her eyes. "Fine, but details! How did that happen?"

"Well he was talking about meeting again and of course I had to try to get out of it. Well, he offered a solution. He asked if we could talk on the phone" I take a bite of my noodles and quickly chew and swallow it.

"It started super innocent. We were talking about the most basic things then the next thing I know he's telling me how he'd fuck me and I'm touching myself on my couch to the sounds of him groaning and the property brothers remodeling a house in the background."

"And he still doesn't know it's you?! Not even a little bit?" Fiona asks in disbelief.

"As far as I know, no. He doesn't have a clue."

"Hey there Sophia," a familiar voice suddenly pulls Fiona and I out of our conversation. I look up to see Michaels disturbingly handsome face smiling back down at me.

"Hey Michael, it's nice to see you again." My reply is simple but I can already feel the tension radiating off of Him. I hope Fiona doesn't feel it too because she will probably never let me live this lunch down,

"You too. Hi, I'm Michael. I have Shakespearean Literature with Sophia." Michael directs his words to Fiona who smiles with exaggeration at Michael. "Oh really! That's interesting, Sophia, isn't that interesting?"

I cringe and ignore Fiona.

"This is my best friend, Fiona." I introduce her since she’s too rude to do it herself.

"Why don't you join us for lunch Michael, we have plenty of room." Fiona invites him to join us and I can feel the walls closing in.

Is she trying to kill me?!

"I'd love to, That is if it's cool with you?" This time Michael's words are meant for me.

I nod in agreement and smile, scooting over on my side of the booth to make room for him.

He sits down beside me and I can instantly feel his body heat. I have to admit that it feels really nice.

"So Mikey, what's your major?" Fiona asks so innocently but I know what she's doing.

"I'm an English major, I want to be a teacher one day actually, that is if football doesn't work out."

"Oh, so you're on the football team? You hear that Sophia he plays football."

Yes, I hear that girl, I'm not deaf!

I want to scream over the table but obviously, I can't do that so I just smile.

"Yes, that's really awesome. It's impressive when a man can be both masculine and smart."

And I really mean that. It's super impressive but my heart is already spoken for.

K, thanks. Bye.

"You know Michael, Sophia here is an English major too. She wants to write books though. What kind of books do you write again Soph?"

Okay, now she's crossing the line. She can't seriously be trying to get me to tell him I write dirty romance novels can she?!

"Good books! I write good books! Anyways, Michael don't you need to get to class? It's getting late."

Michael grins at me. He's obviously not ignorant to what Fiona is up to. "Yeah I should get going," he says and I'm thankful for his compliance.

I almost take a sweet breath of relief before Fiona ruins my day even further. "Oh hey, Michael! Sophia and I were gonna see a movie this Friday. Do you want to come? If not poor Sophia here will be the third wheel."

Third wheel? Movie? How much is this girl about to lie?

"I'd love to come if Sophia would like to have me." Michael looks to me for answers and I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. "I'd love for you to come," I he very convincingly.

"Awesome! I'll get your number tomorrow in class, okay?" We say our goodbyes then I shoot dagger eyes at Fiona who is practically giving herself a high live.

"That is the most beautiful man I‘ve ever seen! What the heck is wrong with you?!" She questions and I just hang my head on the lunch table. "I want Thomas, not him."

"Well this guy is our age and so much hotter it's not even funny. Just give him a chance." She begs.

"I don‘t have much of a choice do I?!" I lift my head and fire back.

"Nope." She smirks and I want to throw food at her stupid face.

"So who are you bringing on the date, Cupid?" I ask cockily.

"I dunno, maybe I'll see if your mom is free."

This girl.