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Liz
figured it would be relaxing to get the house to herself for a few
days. No responsibilities, no housemates except for her beta fish;
just her, space, and all the free time in the world.
By the
end of the second day, she knew it wasn't
doing wonders for her sanity. Gerald
(the fish) had heard precisely
enough of how lonely she was and how the microwave wasn't behaving
and how kids on Xbox Live were douchebags.
And
Jack had been working way too much, due to pop in on her sometime
after dinner that night for the first time in almost a week.
To say
Liz was antsy was possibly an understatement. She
missed people. She missed
him. She missed what
they did together. An
empty house only screamed at her what was absent. And to be quite
frank, masturbation got boring after the first few times.
Dinner
was supposed to be mashed potatoes and green beans and turkey
sausage; it proved much easier to
throw everything in a frying pan and add cheese and butter. Her place
she'd set at the table was moved to the coffeetable in front of the
TV, and Liz resigned herself to Seinfeld reruns and
potato-sausage-cheese-mush. And a bowl of chips for good measure.
Halfway
through, her phone came to life in all its
8-bit glory, and she was
quick to abandon her dinner on the coffeetable for it.
A
text, from Jack.
Jack: “Where are you”
As she
was typing her response,
another message popped onto the screen:
Jack: “and are you alone”
Liz: “still
home :p everyone is still gone. Gerald says hi”
After
a moment or two of staring at the conversation, she put the phone
down so she would stop fiddling with it. Potato chips were a better
distraction. The buzz and
ring against the table almost
made her jump as she scrambled to wipe the crumbs off her hands
before she picked up.
“Phonecall from: Jack”
Calm down, Liz.
She
lifted the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
“Liz.”
And that friendly,
single syllable reminded her of just how long it had been since
they'd talked. She forgot to breathe for a moment while she quelled
the impulse to blurt out how
much
she'd missed his voice.
“Hi
Jack. How are you?”
“I'm
good. I was more wondering how you're doing.”
“Alright,”
she replied, “maybe going a little stir-crazy. Are you still coming
over tonight? I miss you.”
Thankfully,
he laughed. Liz thought he sounded a bit caught
off guard.
“I
miss you too,” he said, “and yes, I'm coming over tonight.
Probably 9 or 10ish, which is a bit late, but I'm stuck here
waiting for Joey to get me a
copy of the next draft, who had gotten it late from Karen, who had to
stay home yesterday to take care of her son...” Liz could picture
the way he gestured his hands and shook his head when work was like
this. And there was the telltale sigh. “Being an adult is hard.”
“Yep,”
she said, wanting bizarrely to curl her fingers around a nonexistent
phone cord. “They didn't tell us this happened when we grew up. I
kind of wish they'd warned us.”
“I
don't,” he mused. “I would've been too scared to grow up.”
“Maybe.
I don't think it's all bad, though.”
“I
think you're right.”
There
was a pregnant silence for a moment while she chewed on the inside of
her lip.
“I
miss you,” she finally offered.
“You
said that already.” There was the hint of a smile in his words, but
it almost put her more on edge.
“I
know,” Liz said quietly, and squeezed her eyes shut when the
statement was choked off, just
slightly.
“Liz,”
he said again. This time, though, his
voice was softer to match
hers, but dangerous in its
volume. Ending on just the
hint of a growl. Everything welled up inside of her from
right between her legs with
that and she balled her fists up and struggled to breathe.
“Yes,”
she whispered, and she didn't
care that Jack could hear her
rising desperation. Sometimes it was just so much sweeter to seal her
own fate. It sounded like he
was leaning into the phone...
“I
miss you too...”
She
felt overcome that such simple words would make her this hot, make
her moan softly into the speaker. Like her libido was becoming too
much for her
to control, and now it was his to play with whether she wanted him to
or not, whether he
wanted to or not. It was just
his.
And
just miracle of miracles, she heard his belt being undone, button
popping open, zipper down...
“Tell
me how bad,” he said, still
steady. “Tell me how much
you've been craving.”
She
was squeezing her thighs together on the couch and soaking through
her fucking panties.
“God–
I...” Liz lost her words for a moment and closed her mouth around
one of those sobbing moans. “So much. So much.
Please. Please,
Jack...”
Humming
appreciation through that grin, the one that scared her just as much
as it excited her.
“I
want to take your mind away, Liz,” he said softly, with urgency. “I
will give it back to you, but first I'm going to take it for me.”
It
gripped at her like a physical force in her chest, taking the breath
from her lungs and rendering her shockingly aroused.
“Yes,”
she mewled, “Please. I can't– I need it,
Jack, you don't understand–”
“There, there,
little one...” Those gentle, almost patronizing tones, but just so
smooth that Liz couldn't ignore it... “You won't have to think
anymore for a while, I'll empty your little head right out, just for
you...”
She gripped at the
fabric of a pillow beside her, legs pressed together so tight it
almost hurt. Their banter was sending her into a fervor. This was
their dirty secret, this was how they indulged at odd hours of the
night.
“Please...”
Just breathing into the phone, now, “just do whatever you want with
me...”
–
Jack knew how to
talk to her, how to calm her down when she was skittish and
frustrated like this. Truth be told, he would work her up for it
sometimes just to hear the edge to her voice, the way she tried to
steady her breaths. He could picture her face even now, lips tucked
in at one side, eyes wide and bright and flitting around the room.
Sometimes this was what he played for; hearing his prey when
finally cornered.
–
His satisfied,
rough exhale drove her mad.
“Enough of
this.” She bristled and shuddered at his tone. “Liz. I
want you to listen very carefully. We are going to get you nice and
ready for me when I get there tonight, OK?”
She didn't even
have enough agency to respond with words; a whimper was all she had –
“I know you
want this,” he continued without pause, “I know you're
wet. We can make this so easy for us–”
The next inhale was
so heavy and thick with lust that she needed all of her focus
just to keep breathing...
“I can see you
right now in my head,” he said, something akin to reverence in his
words, if possessive: “I love the way your face just glazes over
when you feel it starting, just like that...”
Of course it was;
of course it was...
The relief was like
nothing else. Feeling trance creep up on her like this, feeling her
grip on her mind loosen...
“There's my
drifty, dreamy girl; she's listening now, isn't she...”
“Uh huhh,” her
lips slurred out.
“So cute with
your head nodding down, too... Still listening, still hot for it, but
just going where we both want you to go...”
Liz
found herself swaying gently in her seat, as though his hands were
rocking her, even with the
phone pressed against the side of her head...
Calmed from within, soothed
and sleepy and savoring just how slow and uneven her own blinks were.
She had missed
this, she had needed
this.
“And
good girls let their eyes close, don't they... And
when her eyes close, her mind opens, just for me...”
That is lovely, and very hot, too! You are amazing sg!
ReplyDelete:D Glad you liked it! Thanks kitten :3
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