Page 57 of Coast to Coast

“I don’t know?” she questioned. “Maybe it was a jealousy thing? He once said I only performed because I wanted other men to look at me.”

“Am I allowed to punch him if I see him?” I asked.

“No, not because he doesn’t deserve it, but because he’s the guy who’s going to press charges and play the victim. And I don’t want either of us to deal with him any more than we have to,” she said. “He already lives rent-free in my memories.”

I dropped my keys on the island, sorted the mail, and pulled out a meal from the freezer.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just warming up some dinner. I’m almost done with your book. Any other recommendations?” I asked.

“Are you actually reading the entire book?” she asked, her voice rising a bit in excitement.

“Yeah, I mean, at first, I wanted to figure out what was so romantic about a stalker. But the story sucks you right in. The only thing I couldn’t figure out was if you actually liked some of the ways they described things.”

“Like what?” she asked, and I wondered if she was still in the gym or had gone to her room.

“Where are you? Do you have enough privacy to talk?”

“I’m back in my suite. I was headed up to take a shower when I called you. Why?”

“I just don’t see some of it…I mean, the dirty talk in the book was intense. And they used the c-word a lot.” As soon as I said that, I heard muffled laughter.

“The c-word?” she asked, giggling.

“Yes.”

“Tom, after reading that book and knowing I read that book, are you worried about saying the word to me?”

I hesitated. That was exactly what I was saying. “I thought you were never supposed to say this in front of a woman?”

She sighed heavily, “You know the resistance to that word is very much an American thing. But let me tell you my limits with that word; if you call me a cunt; I’ll never talk to you again. If we are having sex, and you tell me that my tight cunt is the best you’ve ever had? I’ll probably orgasm right then and there. Does that clear things up?”

And…now I’m imagining sex with Callie, and yep, my dick is ready for it. “Cal,” I whispered, “Why you gotta do me dirty like that?”

“Let me guess. You’re now standing in front of the microwave wondering if it’s more important to eat your dinner or if you should take care of the semi that popped up thinking about fucking me?”

I threw my head back, squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to ignore the increasing demand between my legs. “No, actually, I’m standing in front of my kitchen island, imagining spreading your legs wide, sucking your clit, and fucking that tight little cunt with my fingers until you scream my name. After that? I think I might bend you over and take you from behind. You can take it hard, right?”

“FFFFFFuck, you went there,” she said, her voice quivering a bit.

“I did because we’re gonna go there someday, aren’t we, Calliope?”

“Yeah, pretty sure we are.”

“What are you going to do when we hang up the phone?”

“I’m going to use this,” she said and sent a photo of a large suction cup dildo made for shower play.

“Eight inches, huh?” I asked. “How does that feel inside you?”

“So full,” she answered breathlessly.

“Hope there’s room for more,” I said. “Go have some fun with your little toy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” I said, quickly ending the call. As much as I wanted to beg her to turn the camera on so I could watch her shower exploits, I wanted to wait to experience it all in person more.

CALLIOPE

“Tom?” I said in disbelief that he’d hung up on me after working me up so high. I looked at my shower dong, inspired by the image of him bending me over his kitchen counter, and realized it would never be enough.

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