Page 19 of Spiralling Skywards
“Is someone being sick?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“They will be if you keep coming out with all that ol’ bullshit.” That sounded like Sasha’s voice, not Sarah’s.
“Have you got me on loudspeaker?” My voice sounded all high-pitched with indignation.
“Yeah sorry, I’m shaving my legs and it was easier. Sash brought the phone in to me after she answered.”
It was then that I realised I could hear water running.
“Shit, are you in the shower?”
My cock shot from half-mast to full in an instant.
“Yeah, but it’s okay, Sash is holding out my phone to me so it doesn’t get wet.”
Fuck!
“Are you naked?” I heard her giggle before she answered.
“Well yeah. I’m not sure how it’s done in Austria, but we tend to take our clothes off in England before we shower.”
Fucking Austria?
“Fuck, I can’t . . . I need to go. Pick somewhere nice to eat and dress appropriately. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”
I needed to rub one out before I saw her later, otherwise my blood flow would be redirected to the wrong head all night and I wouldn’t be able to string a sentence together.
“Yeah make sure you have a wank before you get here, pretty boy. You don’t wanna be embarrassing yourself on your first date.”
“Fuck off, Sash,” I called out before flipping my phone closed.
