Page 9 of Playing for Keeps
Del’s grin was slow, but wide as it spread while he read those words. Why did this woman make him feel so good, when all the others had failed?
Del: I would hope we could be honest and real. No pretenses or misconceptions.
He typed that as he thought about his previous personal relationships. Del never had problems getting girls in high school, or college for that matter. And he enjoyed every minute of their fun-filled, carefree, sexual relations. But there’d never been anything more. He’d been chatting with MercedesGirl926 for three weeks now and felt closer to this woman he’d never met in person, than he had all the women he’d lay in bed with naked.
MercedesGirl926: That’s the only way I know how to be.
Del let his head fall back against the leather recliner. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as what he wanted to say to her next played through his mind. He’d thought about it all night at the bar. What he wanted from her? What he thought he could handle? What might be disrespectful to her, or to him? All of the questions and answers had run in circles until this very moment.
Del: I’d like to see you.
He hit send but immediately followed that message with another.
Del: Send me a picture of any part of you. Just something so that I know this is real.
He stared at the words on his phone’s screen and considered how insane this woman probably thought he was. His heart beat wildly in his chest while he waited for her response.
It didn’t come quickly and he wondered if, once again, he’d said the wrong thing. She’d said she only knew how to be honest. Well, he was being honest. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, and in a very sexual way. How that was possible if he’d never seen her before, Del couldn’t say. And yes, this physical urgency was his fault. If he hadn’t gone so long without, maybe he wouldn’t be as needy as he’d been feeling in the past week. The other part however, she’d contributed to equally. If she weren’t so easy to talk to, so down to earth and interesting, then he wouldn’t be as drawn to her as he was. He wouldn’t have wanted to send that first private message to her and he certainly wouldn’t have kept the insane hours he did just so that he could communicate with her.
The phone buzzed and Del hurriedly looked at the screen.
MercedesGirl926: Not over this site. What’s your number?
They were on a social network site. Sometimes Del forgot about that as they messaged back and forth. He’d detested social media so much in the years since it had blossomed that he couldn’t believe he’d actually been using it as much as he had in the past month. Of course, that was work related and this wasn’t.
She wanted his number so she could text him a picture. He closed his eyes and sighed. This was such a bad idea. How many phone lines had he dumped during the course of an investigation? Thousands. And how many of those phone dumps also consisted of text messages, photos and any other history stored on cell phones? Again, thousands. And each time he’d shaken his head at how much information people voluntarily gave away via electronic devices. Didn’t they know that nothing was safe from those who either had the power, or ones who had the inclination to find it?
Maybe they did and just didn’t care.
He must be in that category, because Del typed in his number.
A couple minutes later his phone buzzed again.
Del saved the number to his contacts under her screen name. Then he went back to the text and looked at the picture.
His body tightened, dick stretching until the towel was tented.
The picture was of one long, bare leg. Skin almost the exact deep brown color as his on a perfectly formed calf and thigh that looked soft to the touch. His finger hoovered at the very edge of the phone’s screen as Del wondered if he swiped left, would he be treated to what was beyond that lovely thigh.
Now, he was aroused and flummoxed as he considered sending her a picture in return. It was only fair to put himself out there in the same way he’d requested of her. It took a few tries because in addition to hating social media, he was only in the habit of using his phone to check email and text messages and make calls. When he finally had an agreeable shot, he sent the picture of his bare chest and waited like he’d just turned in a test for grading.
Her response eventually appeared.
MercedesGirl926: Can I amend my answer to a question you asked a while ago?
He didn’t know what to say and it didn’t matter because she sent another text.
MercedesGirl926: When you asked what I liked. I didn’t have this pic. I definitely like a well-defined chest.
He grinned like a kid.
Del: And I definitely like long legs that can be wrapped tightly around my waist.
MercedesGirl926: There was a time when I was called gangly. But now my long limbs could wrap around your waist and your neck securing me tightly against you.
He swallowed and let his legs fall open. His dick was so hard it ached and he finally unhooked the towel so that it slipped down into the chair and his bobbing erection was free.
Del: I’d like you wrapped around me. I’d like to be deep inside you.
