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tease me. So, I stroked the skin under the band, feeling the top of my smooth, shaven
pubis.
¡°Are you ready?¡± I heard Imaginary Isaac ask and in real life, I answered yes before
slipping my own fingers further down. I gasped when I felt how wet I was. Never had
Travis made me as soaked as I was right there. Marveled by my own arousal, I took a
moment to slide my fingers along the moistened lips, wishing I could tell Isaac it was all
for him.
¡°I know it is,¡± I heard him say in my mind. ¡°You¡¯re a bad girl, Samantha.¡±
At that thought, I moaned loudly, and moved to stroke my clit, needing a burst of
stimulation. My legs quivered as I circled my clitoris quicker, squirming around my bed
freely, not stifling my heavy breathing.
My pussy was growing wetter and I was just about to experiment by inserting my
fingers inside myself when my cell phone rang. ¡°Fuck,¡± I hissed, cursing whoever it was
that interrupted my climax. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was a blocked number. I
contemplated ignoring it as I did with most blocked numbers, but I rolled my eyes,
flopped back to my pillow, and answered it.
¡°Hello?¡± I asked huskily, still breathing heavily.
¡°Hey, Sam?¡±
Recognizing the voice instantly, I looked down at my sweaty, nude body, feeling
mortified even though I was in the privacy of my own house. I still felt busted.
¡°Y-yeah, hi. Isaac?¡±
¡°That¡¯s me,¡± he said. ¡°Meant to call you earlier. It¡¯s been a hectic week.¡±
¡°Oh, no problem!¡± I said and a smile grew on my face. Even if I was embarrassed, I
was thrilled! He wasn¡¯t ghosting me! I wasn¡¯t as big of a loser as I¡¯d thought! I stared at
my ceiling and thanked the gods above. ¡°I¡¯ve been pretty swamped, too.¡±
¡°What are you doing now?¡± he asked.
¡°Umm¡ like¡ right¡ now?¡±
¡°Yeah.¡±
¡°Nothing.¡±
¡°You¡¯re out of breath.¡±
