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He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn’t going to make another mistake and tell him that. A part of her wanted to go slow this time, in case he suddenly decided that what they were doing was wrong.

It didn’t feel wrong one bit. She hoped he realized that too.

He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she’d had time to be shocked.

“Are you wearing the T-shirt and shorts you put on this morning?” he asked suddenly.

“Yes. Why?” she asked.

“I want to picture you as accurately as I can. You said you were aroused. Are your nipples standing up? If I were there in the bedroom with you, could I see them through your T-shirt?”

“T-shirt and bra!” She said, She looked down and saw the twin points outlined by the soft fabric. The bra did nothing to hide them. She had taken her lower lip between her teeth when he said, “Are they nice hard little points?”

She breathed out a little sigh. “Yes.”

“So take your hands and just run them over those tips. Do that for me.” he said.

This was crazy. She should stop. But she knew she didn’t want to stop. So she did as he asked and made a small sound of pleasure.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Ah, that’s nice,” he murmured. “Did you do that with the fronts of your fingers-or the backs?”

“The backs,” she told him, hearing the catch in her voice, fighting embarrassment. He didn’t give her time for embarrassment.

“Where are you?” he asked quickly.

“Lying down.” Kimberly replied.

“Are your legs together? Or spread apart?”

“Together,” she whispered. Pressing them together was increasing her arousal.

“Open them for me,” he said.

“Why?”

“I want to picture you that way. Spread open for me.”

“Oh!” She did as he asked and found that it made her even hotter to follow his directions.

“If I were there with you, I’d run my hands up the insides of your legs, up your thighs and find the nice, hot center of you. Would that feel good?” he asked.

She couldn’t answer-only made a strangled exclamation.

“Are you wet for me?”

This time, against all odds, she managed to get out one syllable. “Yes.” But she was glad that he couldn’t see the red flush heating her cheeks. She was feeling like a blushing schoolgirl. Because she wanted to take back some control, she asked, “Are you still on the couch? I want to picture where you are.”

“Yeah, I’m lying down now.” Asher replied.

“Did you take off your shoes?”

He laughed. “Worried about the furniture?” he asked.

“No. I want you to be comfortable.” she said.

“Do you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, then went a daring step further. “Very comfortable.”

“Well I am.”

The sound of his voice seemed to flow around her-warm and rich. She liked it a lot. But she could still hang up, she told herself. She should hang up, because there was something distinctly indecent about this very intimate conversation conducted over the phone-with a man who was just down the hall. Any woman with high moral standards would gently set the receiver into the cradle and get back to real life.

This activity was only a fantasy, a substitute for reality, and was no way to get into a relationship with this man. But it felt real, so she didn’t take that advice. Instead she gathered up her courage and said, “Are you hard?”

Kimberly hardly breathed as she waited for Asher’s answer. He had turned her on, and she needed to know that she was doing the same thing to him. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She was sure he was aroused. But that wasn’t enough.

She was sharing very intimate details with him, and she needed to hear him give her the same kind of trust. Otherwise, she’d know she was making a bad mistake.

“You know I’m hard,” he said, his voice thick.

She liked the way he said it, as though he were having trouble catching his breath.

“So if you can ask me to touch my breasts, can I ask you to press your hand against…against your penis.” she said.

“Oh yeah. You can do that.” he replied.

She knew from his indrawn breath that he’d followed her directions.

“Rock your hand back and forth,” she said. “The way I would if I were there,” she added, shocked that she’d gotten the sentence out. But what he’d told her had been correct. She could say things on the phone that she wouldn’t have been able to say in person.

As she closed her eyes, picturing him lying on the couch, his hand moving over the front of his jeans, she felt her own arousal leap higher.

“Did you like telling me what to do?” he asked, his voice silky but not quite steady.

“Yes.” she replied.

“Um. Good. Then it’s my turn. Take off your shirt and your bra,” he murmured. “Take them off for me.”

She closed her eyes, thinking that never in her wildest imaginings would she have thought she could do any of this in a phone conversation. There was still time to back out. She could stop this any time she wanted.

He wasn’t forcing her into anything. Maybe that was why she put down the receiver so she could pull her shirt over her head. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the spread beside her before picking up the phone again.

“Did you do it?” he asked, his tone warm and sultry in her ear.

“Yes.” she replied.

“I know the shape of your breasts. It’s been stuck in my head since that night we were together…. I saw them last night too”

“I wasn’t expecting you back since you said you were going to be out.” Kimberly replied.

“I know. And I appreciated the view. Your breasts aren’t too large. But they’re very nicely rounded. Just right for my hands.” he said.

“Ah…” she replied, not knowing what to say.

“What color are your nipples?” he suddenly asked.

“I…you know that already” she stammered.